Wilted (Peter Parker x Reader)

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Narrator

You told Peter you were going to try to go to bed early, skipping out on dinner completely. You felt ice cold the second you had wormed out of his grasp and pushed him away but he was happy to give you some space. Despite the soreness turning to a blistering pain in your retinas, your brain would not allow you to sleep. You craved it now, regretting how long you had been without it.

How could you have let it get so far out of hand?

Seeing the doctor in the mirror was a final straw for you. You didn't see Bruce's reflection like they thought. You made bloodshot and jaundiced eye contact with the man who tied you down. The wrinkles in his rough skin were prominent as he stood close enough for you to see them. The idea of these hallucinations getting worse made your blood feel cold.

After hours of staring at the ceiling, the tension building in your body was too much. You felt the lack of control of your thoughts and feelings and didn't want to lose sensation of your legs again. You shot up abruptly from your bed, body flush with sudden adrenaline, and jumped to the floor.

As soon as you were upright, the exhausted tears rocketed into your eyes, stinging as they rehydrated the dry sockets.

"Let me go." You whispered maniacally and pulled at the sling on your arm as you paced from your bed to the door. "Get off of me!" You seethed through your teeth and unclipped the brace. Your heart sped up and your body vibrated as you felt like you were panicking but didn't know why. The sling dropped from your arm and hit the ground lightly, giving you only a few seconds of relief before you felt like your air was thinning.

Continuing the pacing, you didn't even realize the pain in your shoulder was gone. You just felt cornered.

Your feet stopped when you were in front of the door for the fifth time and you glanced at the handle. This room made you feel like you were suffocating. Your body turned as you reached out, turning the doorknob and pulling it open softly. Without another glance or thought, you stepped out of your door and began walking down the hallway, relatively fast and clumsily.

Though the hallway was wider, the air felt thinner with every step you took. Ignoring the tears falling from your eyes, you leaned against the wall and kept moving forwards. You didn't even know where you were going or what you were doing, you just couldn't stop. You couldn't do nothing.

Each footstep was like a stumble, making you rely mostly on the wall to get you around. Were you even breathing anymore? When was the last time you slept? Where were you going?

Everything in you was confused and scared, yet you kept going.

Before you knew it, you were sobbing into a window, staring out at the darkness that surrounded the large building. Your unsteady breath was fogging up the glass as you heaved, trying to be as quiet as possible. You felt so alone, yet didn't want any company.

Why am I even crying?

"Thinking of leaving?" A voice startled you to let out a sharp cry. You whipped around, back against the window, and stared into the brown eyes of Tony Stark. You choked out another sob and covered your mouth quickly, dropping to the ground so you were sitting. You slammed your eyes tight and cried into your hands.

Tony furrowed his eyebrows and walked closer to you, instantly noticing your rapid breathing and quivering body. He knew immediately that you were having a full mental breakdown. He kept his distance, understandably unsure of how you would react, but softened his tone.

"Are you okay?" He asked and watched you closely.

"I don't..." You cried out and looked away from him briefly. "I don't know what's happening!" You spoke a bit louder and pleaded for help with your eyes. His face softened as he took a few steps towards you, realizing you were having a battle with yourself and were no threat to him. He crouched down to your level, still two or three feet away, but gave you a caring look.