Wilted (Peter Parker x Reader)

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Peter

"Hey." Tony's voice startled me as he spoke from behind me. I jumped at the sudden voice and accidentally tossed the bowl in my hands, sending the glass shattering over the ground. "Wow. We have got to switch to plastic."

"You scared me!" I gasped and held my chest dramatically.

"That's not very Spiderman of you." Tony gave me a playful nudge before handing me a broom. I scoffed and began to clean the mess up, ignoring the embarrassment I felt. He was right; My reflexes were incredibly slow these days.

"I didn't sleep very well." I grumbled as I dumped the broken shards into the garbage can beside us. I was trying to whip up some (preferred food you eat when you wake up) as I remembered it being her favorite.

"Why not?" He asked despite the fact that he was aware of her night terror.

"Thinking." I stated and reached into a cabinet for another bowl. I grabbed the simple white glass and pulled it down, setting it lightly on the counter and letting out a controlled sigh.

"About what?" He questioned and leaned his arms on the counter.

"Everything." I laughed dryly and shook my head.

"Where's your girlfriend?" Why was he pressing me so hard?

"She hurt her shoulder again last night when she had her nightmare. Bruce is checking her over in the medical room." I answered and began the food again.

"Is it a good idea to leave them alone together?" Tony joked as he watched me make the meal. "I thought she was afraid of him."

"She's warming up. Why are you asking me all of this?" I stopped what I was doing and turned my attention to him completely. His face held sympathy as I met his eyes, taking me by surprise.

"You've been through some tough shit lately. I wanted to make sure you were okay." He spoke kindly and stood up straight. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked down at the floor.

"I can't believe she was actually going to kill me. If you guys weren't there-"

"But we were." He interrupted me. "We won't let her kill you." He placed a hand on my shoulder for reassurance but I simply shrugged it off.

"That's not the point!" I snapped back around to the counter and felt my fists ball up in frustration, finally releasing all of the feelings I had been holding back. "She tried to fucking kill me." I whispered and closed my eyes.

"Pete..." Tony sighed and placed his hand back on my shoulder. This time, I let him.

"You didn't see the look in her eyes. The anger, the betrayal, the hatred. She didn't hesitate. She didn't care what I had to say. She just wanted me dead." I opened my eyes as flashes of the fight played through my mind. "Even in the woods, when she was borderline feral and eating raw animals, she didn't want to kill me."

Tony listened intently as he let me speak.

"I lost EVERYTHING because I was afraid to tell her that I was the one who couldn't save her mom. I thought she would hate me for it but as it turns out, she doesn't blame me at all. She even tried to make me feel better about it. But as soon as she found out I kept it from her, all of it changed. It was just anger. Nothing but anger. She remembered us having sex but the memory is tainted by my betrayal. I feel disgusting and empty. I feel sick. Even through all of the anger she throws at me, all I want to do is care for her. I know I'm supposed to let her be upset, I know she deserves to be angry, but what about me, Mr. Stark?"