Wilted (Peter Parker x Reader)

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Narrator

Your foggy reflection on the glass taunted you as you stared half lively into your own sagging eyes. Your skin buzzed numbly in all the areas that weren't pulsing with pain as you sat hopelessly on the ground of the all too familiar glass prison.

Blood coated the inside of your swollen mouth and a part of you was afraid to admit there was a hole where one of your teeth once were. You couldn't find the heart to speak to Peter as he sat sulking on the other side of your confinement. His face was bruised and dirty but his suit hid any other injuries.

You were in the same condition as you remembered. Your suit was in shambles and blood mixed together with mud across all of your injuries. They made no attempt to clean you up and honestly, you didn't blame them.

You could remember every part of what happened last night; From recognizing the doctor to Peter's justifiably harsh finally. As much as you tried to ignore the wrath in your stomach, it was impossible. Every part of you reacted with defense.

Peter wasn't ready to talk to you either. He was struggling to control his emotions as he bounced between anger, disappointment, confusion, and most importantly, worry. He was afraid to say and do the wrong things out of anger. The only reason he was in the same room as you was because he wanted to make sure you didn't wake up scared and alone.

You couldn't feel any guilt from him, however. The two of you just sat silently, sulking alone yet together as you accepted where you were; The Tank.

The door creaked open and the two of you looked to see who it was. The anxiety that quickly built in your chest shattered to nothingness as Dr. Banner walked in.

"Morning." He tapped Peter's foot as he stepped past him. Peter nodded at him and stood up, avoiding looking at you completely. You watched Bruce step in front of the sealed glass door, first aid kit in hand as he looked at you innocently. "Can we come in and take a look at your injuries?" He asked politely.

You looked to Peter and saw his fists clenched at his sides, prepared for anything, but stood up and nodded lightly for them to come in. They were clearly just worried that you were going to attack them. Peter pushed a familiar button on the control panel on the opposite wall and the door hissed before opening.

Bruce walked in and fearlessly stepped beside you as Peter leaned backwards against the glass and crossed his arms. He was looking at Bruce, simply awaiting instruction.

"What is the last thing you remember?" Bruce asked as he pulled a pair of rubber gloves over his hands.

"His fist." You answered honestly and glanced at Peter. His pupils stayed planted on Bruce and you furrowed your brows in frustration. Why was he ignoring you? You could understand if he was upset but it wasn't like him to be this silent.

"Peter, can you please remove the suit?" Bruce asked politely. Peter nodded and did as told, looking away as all of your injuries became exposed. "How's your pain on a scale of one to ten?" Bruce followed up as he examined some gaping wounds on your arms.

"Five." You stated and continued to stare at Peter.

"Five?" Bruce almost laughed. "You're swollen in every spot where you aren't shredded. I can't even tell what's your flesh and what's your clothes. Not to mention," you swatted away his finger and glared as he suddenly poked at your lip. "You're missing a tooth or two."

Peter finally met your eyes after hearing Bruce's words.

"There's no way your pain is only five." Banner finished with a head shake.

"You get used to it." You spoke directly to Peter. He narrowed his eyes and took an angry step forward.

"You wouldn't have to get used to it if you stopped making me do this to you." He growled out.