Wilted (Peter Parker x Reader)

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Narrator

Your head pounded behind your eyes as you held them closed fiercely. You knew you were laying down but you don't remember falling asleep. Opening your eyes would mean finding out if you were in a nightmare or not and you weren't ready to face that.

"Y/n?" A comforting voice spoke from somewhere to your left. "Are you awake?" Despite seeing the force you were using to hold your eyes closed, he had to ask. He didn't know how else to get you to talk.

"Is this a dream?" You whispered, keeping your eyes closed as your fists clenched just as tight at your sides.

"No," You could hear him shuffle from a chair as he stood up. "You're at the base. Safe and sound." He was trying to be comforting but the gravity of the situation was weighing on him heavily. You could smell the sanitizer fuming from the ground and could tell immediately that you were where he said.

The cleaners were such a distinct smell, anything would be in comparison to the damp musk of the nightmares. With this in mind, you slowly allowed your eyelids to lift open. The ceiling lights were off, allowing your pupils to adjust with little to no pain. The sun was bright enough to illuminate the entire room through the large window.

"What happened?" You asked lightly as you sat up and spotted him standing a few feet away. "How did I end up in here?" Peter watched you closely, a solemn look on his face as it looked like it was his turn to get no sleep.

"Your lack of sleep drove you practically insane." He spoke with a frown, eyes nearly piercing into you as he gazed with a look that resembled disappointment. You furrowed your eyebrows and kicked your legs over the hospital bed as you fell into confusion. The last thing you remember is trying to choose a movie... "You were completely gone. Trembling and screaming and crying. You thought you were with the doctor again. We had to sedate you."

"What?!" You yelled and looked at him with betrayal. "You sedated me?!"

"We had to!" He expressed and crossed his arms over his chest. "You were going to hurt yourself, you were so scared."

"I said no needles." You jumped off the bed and stomped the remaining distance over to him. "YOU said no fucking needles!" He stayed still and narrowed his eyes as you glared at him.

"Stop." He seethed and dropped his arms. "You don't get to be mad this time. You said you were sleeping better! You've been lying to me?"

"Oh, like you get to talk about lying to someone." You growled as he accused you of the one thing you have been careful of. "Spiderman."

"This isn't about me!" He groaned and rubbed his hands over his face. "This is about you!"

"I didn't lie to you." You stared at him with a clenched jaw. "I said I wasn't having nightmares."

"And you forgot to mention the fact that you haven't been sleeping at all? We talked about that!" He crossed his arms again, like he didn't know what to do with all of his frustration.

"No," you scoffed and crossed yours as well. "You talked. Bruce talked. I didn't talk." You were just being sassy at this point, not understanding why he was suddenly so angry with your decisions again.

"How long has this been going on?" He ignored your attitude.

"Only a few days." You replied dryly.

"ONLY?" He groaned again. "It ONLY takes seventy two hours before the brain goes delusional. A fucking doctor told you how dangerous it was!" Your face fell into anger as you glared at him once again, his insensitivity triggering something in you.

"Oh yeah?" you challenged. He quirked an eyebrow as he waited for your rebuttal. "Well a doctor also told me he was going to use me to save the world. Where did that get me?" Peter's glare faltered as he heard your words.