Wilted (Peter Parker x Reader)

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Peter

"Okay," Bruce looked up from Y/n's towel covered body. "That was the last one." She nodded and sat up slowly, reaching out and taking the over sized t-shirt I grabbed a few minutes ago. Bruce turned around respectively before she pulled it over her head to replace the towel. She winced as her fresh stitches pulled with every movement. I had some on my side from where she stabbed me but I can't imagine having as many as she did; I stopped counting after a hundred and twenty.

She was resilient, if nothing else.

I stared at her wounds as many peeked out from her thighs and arms. Her mouth was bruised and swollen but luckily, despite losing a tooth, she didn't need stitches there. Then there were her eyes.

She was staring at me and although I could feel her emotions, I couldn't see them. She was lost behind her irises once again. Bruce turned back around and handed her an ice pack.

"For your mouth." He smiled lightly. She took it from him but just kept it in her hand beside her, looking back at me. I didn't know what to say to her. I wanted to ask her if she was okay but it would be pointless even if she was honest. She was a shell of herself and nothing I wanted to say would help her.

"Are you okay?" Bruce asked her after looking between the two of us awkwardly. She looked at him before furrowing her eyebrows and shaking her head. She stayed silent, however, and returned her gaze to me.

"What do you want me to say?" I spoke just above a whisper. "I did what I had to do."

"I know." She spoke in a similar tone.

"I didn't like doing it." I replied and broke eye contact.

"I know." She repeated herself.

"You asked me not to let you hurt anybody and you got violent. I didn't have a choice." I rambled.

"I know." She sighed.

"Then what?! What do you want from me?!" I snapped at her puppy dog eyes and turned around quickly to recompose myself. I couldn't sit here and tell her what she wanted to hear. It was everything but okay. This was a situation that I should have been prepared for and yet I wasn't. I was ashamed and disappointed in both of us.

"I'm just sorry, Peter!" She exasperated loudly and took a deep breath. "I'm just sorry." I looked at the ground and raked a hand through my hair as Bruce looked between us again.

"We know you had no control." He spoke up, causing me to turn back around. "We should have known that Vision being there was a recipe for disaster. I have no doubt that this wouldn't have happened otherwise."

"As soon as I saw the doctor's eyes," she shook her head and watched the floor closely. "I couldn't feel my body. I couldn't even think. It just happened. I'm sorry, Peter. I didn't have control." She was nearly begging for my forgiveness.

"Okay." I stated and shook off the desire to tell her the apology helped nothing. I didn't need to be harsh, she was beating herself up enough. She frowned deeper but accepted my reply, silencing herself once again.

"You're going to be extremely sore and stiff for a while," Bruce spoke up again. "But you're going to be okay. You lost a lot of blood and while most people would need a transfusion, your blood cells are multiplying rapidly enough. You'll feel better in a week or so once your iron levels even out to help assist the production of hemoglobin." He spoke in gibberish, it seemed.

"And the stitches?" I asked.

"They'll come out on their own. For now, bedrest." He smiled and looked between us again.