Don't Let the Spiders Bite (MaleSpidermanReaderXMarvel)

Chapter 36: Well Deserved Rest

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  A sharp gasp forces its way into your lungs as you sit up. You had no idea where you were. The events were foggy in your mind.

  Opening your eyes, the room was unfamiliar to you. It looked fancy but suitable for you.

  The bed you were in was soft and ever so tempting for you not to leave it. But you rolled out of it, your legs shaking as your ears began to ring. You can hear voices all over. A lot of them were unfamiliar to you, but there were a few that you managed to lock on to.

Rogue: How's he doing, Professor?

Professor: He's still sleeping from what I can tell. He really wasn't in the best shape. Hank and I did what we could, but there still may be trouble within him.

Rogue: Was it the suits doing?

Professor: No. From what we gathered from his suit through samples is that it is an organism from beyond the stars. A sentient alien species. By itself, it isn't evil, but it hopes to gain symbiosis through a suitable host.

Rogue: So it wasn't making him lash out and try to kill us?

Professor: No, it isn't bad unless the user makes it bad. From what you described, at one point (Y/N) was so stressed about the responsibility to the city, desperate for the people to see him as a beacon of hope like many other heroes, that he unconsciously began to perceive anyone that stood in his way as a threat. So the suit adapted to this and treated you all as hostiles. It will take time, but he needs to rest and sort out his inner demons. Then, the suit should follow in kind. From what I saw while in his head, he isn't a bad kid. He just has issues with his own self placed inferiority.

Rogue: He's been asleep for a week now. I just hope he wakes up soon.

  You lean against the wall opening and closing your hands. You try to activate the suit once again as it melds around your hand.

Y/N: So it was my fault. You were never the issue. I'm sorry... I don't deserve you.

  Black tendrils form around your hand as you clench your palm. As if you were holding a hand that wasn't there.

  You lightly open the door out of the room to see a well decorated hallway.

  Lightly making your way out, but you hesitated to do so. You go back into the room. Resting in the bed turning away from the door. You notice your hair sprawled out on the bed.

  It made your heart sink as you see that the color had been lost, falling pale and grey. You crawl out of bed in an attempt to find a mirror, tearing the room apart to try to find one. You rush to the window where your reflection is barely visible. But you could see your face was mostly the same, except for your skin growing more deathly pale, a darkness around your eyes, your hair while still maintained, it began to fall like that of a weeping willow. Looking back to your hands, you see your fingers stained black, your veins being a lot more visible.

  Falling against the wall, you stare at your hands, trembling at your own form. It may be because of your hunger, but you couldn't go anywhere near the public eye looking like this.

  Minutes go by until you hear a knock at the door.

Kurt: (Y/N), it's me, Kurt.

  You don't respond, still feeling down and out.

Kurt: The professor wanted to speak to you. Your mother and sister are also here.

  You look down, not wanting to come out. But you slowly crawl to the door, opening the door. You see Kurt as his looks down at you in shock, rushing to help you to your feet.