LoveBite [2]

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Slowly pacing around the empty room, Peter remains oblivious to the eyes that follow his movements as he rubs her face and pushes his fingers into his lengthy hair. Those eyes grow teary as she practically witnesses the anger, and the fear, and the stress radiating from that entire side of the room, all coming from one person. She just can't stand it anymore.

"I think I'm gonna let go." Satine whispers weakly as a tear slips down her cheek and he swings his head around with furrowed brows.

"What? No, you're not."

"I have to go." She sighs.

"No, n-no, you don't." He shakes his head as he turns hers to face him. "Satine, you cannot let go, do not stop trying."

"I can't do this anymore." She breathes through her cries. "I can't look --"

"Baby, yes, you can." He cups her cheeks as the dismay sweeps over his entire heated body. "Yes, you can, you have to." He pushes her hair back. "That's the drugs kicking in, that's not you, Baby." He shakes his head. "I know that's not you. You would never say something like that."

"I can't move." She pleads. "It all hurts so bad. I can't do it anymore."

"Please -- Please don't go." His voice breaks through the tears in his eyes and the rasp in his throat. "We can't lose you, Baby, please don't go." He begs, sitting on the edge of the bed, though he inches closer. "You better not leave me. Do not leave me."

He pushes his fingers in her hair as she takes a deep breath from her tight chest as her eyes trail away for a moment before they come back to him with a sigh.

He puts his hand to his forehead while nearly slamming his head on her chest and shoulder. A sob escapes past her lips as she shakily reaches for his hair and he slides his arms beneath her neck and waist to scoop her up against his chest. She wraps her weighted and numb arm around him and just listens to him finally break down. She's been waiting, it's been two weeks, and he's finally lettihg out everything he's held in to try to look strong and keep himself grounded. But who was he kidding? The moment Satine was blown through that window, he lost nearly all senses of sanity. He may have looked calm and assured, but that couldn't be far from the truth. And if she could weap with him right now, she would. She has every reason to, but she doesn't have it in her; the strength to use those muscles. It's all gone.

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As a few of the Avengers crowd into the room, Satine's attention is caught as Peter sits on the bed beside her and Tony steps a bit closer to her.

"Hey, hun." He grins softly as she wraps her hand around Peter's wrist and he turns it over to hold her too. "I know you're struggling, but I'm gonna need you to fight a little longer." He nods. "We're getting really close. We're almost there. We just need a few more days."

She sighs as her heart drops and she knows that what they ask of her isn't an option. Her eyes shift to Peter's pink and glossy pair.

"I'm so tired." She speaks to the best of her abilities, whispering in her raspy voice and he nods.

"I know, but you have to stay awake." He inches closer. "Don't go anywhere."

Tony hangs his head and closes his eyes, biting his bottom lip, unintentionally urging Nat over. She decides that maybe now wasn't the best time and she motions for everyone to exit the room, having to gently pull Tony with to get him to leave. She closes the door behind her and they all turn to her.

"We have to be honest with ourselves." She crosses her arms. "She doesn't have days. Dr. Boone gave her two weeks. Times up."

"Wanda, we need Vision." Tony rubs his mouth and she nods. "We need his mind."

"I'll get him here right now."

"No, no." His brows furrow. "We'll go to compound." He shakes his head. "We have better equipment there."

"We can get it done faster." Bruce nods in agreement.

"Okay." Nat shrugs. "But you've gotta move."