A/n: Do you guys like Peter's or Narrator's POV more? I plan to continue to switch between both, as it helps keep some of the confusion and suspicion alive, but sometimes a chapter could be written from either perspective. I want to make sure you guys enjoy this as much as possible! Thank you, love you, enjoy the chapter <3
Narrator
The sun was glaring a beam of light harshly through the skylight above you. Your eyes were locked on the rays as you laid on your bed, back flat against the mattress as the sun seemed to mock you.
You couldn't find the courage to go back to sleep last night, like the night before, too petrified of whatever your brain would torture you with if your eyes closed for too long. The physical exhaustion was beginning to set in as your corneas burned with every blink.
It was only a matter of time before Peter woke up and came to get you for the day, so you decided you needed to try and wake up a bit. Using every ounce of strength you could, you sat upwards with a heavy groan. Your shoulder ached as you settled into a sitting position, the burning so intense it almost fully drowned out any pains left in your bruised face.
Your head felt foggy as you looked around the room, spotting the garbage bags you had stacked by the door, filled with all of the glass and wood from your broken furniture. You glared at your destruction and quickly looked away, swinging your legs over the edge to attempt to stand up.
After you painstakingly cleaned up the messes last night, you didn't know what to do. You had just been sitting in your bed and staring through the ceiling window, watching the darkness turn to light. You felt like a shell of a person.
"Y/n?" Peter's voice broke through your thoughts before a small knock confirmed his presence. You looked at your bandaged hand before ripping it off and throwing the gauze in a small trash can between your bed and the nightstand. "Are you awake?"
"You can come in." You replied lightly and stood up. The door opened carefully before he walked in, looking like he slept peacefully. You felt a bit reassured with your decision not to wake him up last night.
"Hey, goodmorning." He smiled as he walked further into the room and looked around. He had gotten dressed before coming in, wearing jeans and a white tee-shirt. "Oh, you cleaned the dresser!" You nodded and watched as he continued his walk over to you. "Feeling any better?" He asked, referring to coming off of the painkillers.
You simply shrugged, unsure how you felt.
"Did you get any sleep?" He asked gently as his eyes examined yours.
"A little." You spoke truthfully. You had to be asleep in order to have a nightmare.
"Well that's good." He smiled again. "Better than none. Do you want some breakfast?" You nodded and took a deep breath as he motioned for you to follow him out. Your bare feet made tiny pats against the tile as the two of you walked peacefully, and slowly, out of your room.
"So I was thinking today we could order some stuff for you on Amazon." Peter spoke up as you both rounded a corner.
"What, why?" You asked and looked sideways at him with knitted eyebrows.
"Well, you live here now. Might as well get comfortable. You need some clothes, for starters." He motioned to your borrowed sweatpants and plain black shirt but before you could respond, Bruce appeared out of a doorway.
"Goodmorning." He greeted you both kindly while closing the door of the medical room behind him.
"Morning Bruce." Peter replied as the three of you continued the walk to the kitchen.
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