|Towards the Endgame|

•Chapter 128• Keep Moving

Y/n would be lying if she said she wasn't getting restless. She was constantly wriggling her toes and trying to move her feet until Tony told her to cut it out. Every time she tried to sit up or, at the very least, rest on her arms, someone would be pushing her down. Bruce specifically was telling her to take it easy and stay as still as she possibly could. But her whole body felt sore from lying down in the same position. Y/n was preparing herself to beg someone to allow her to move. "I'm pretty sure I am turning into wood here," Y/n mumbled to herself. Stephen Strange turned his head toward her and smiled softly. "I need to move, Strange. I can't turn into a piece of wood." She added. Strange and Bruce were trying their best to figure out what to do next. "Please." Y/n looked at him with a pout and the best puppy dog eyes she could manage. "Just stay still, alright?"
Not only was she getting restless, but she had a horrible feeling in her gut and her chest, and that was not because of the surgery or whatever was wrong with her physically. Everybody around her seemed to be acting normal, a little worried about her, but they did not seem bothered by anything or anyone. Was it just her? Y/n had told Bucky about it, and he assured her that there was nothing wrong, that she was only thinking too much about this. A little voice in the back of her head kept whispering that something wasn't right here. Peter hasn't been around for days. Harley did stop by a few times, but only to see Tony, not even Y/n. Where was he? Why didn't he come? "Do you know where Peter is?" She questioned. "I... have no idea." Strange paused briefly between his words as he looked at his tablet. "I'm sure he's busy, sweetheart." Bruce came into view. He took the tablet from Strange's hands to look at the stats. "Looks fine to me." He muttered.

Y/n sighed loudly and glanced up at the ceiling again. There was nothing else she could do. If only she could count the atoms and molecules that were all around them to keep her occupied. Strange glanced at her again. "I get that you're bored." He said. "I am not bored. I am dying. Quite literally this time. Please, I need to do something. Let me at least wriggle my toes." Bruce gave her a look. She did it anyway without permission. "How much longer is this going to take?" Y/n whined. She saw how Bruce and Strange were having a silent conversation just by sharing looks with one another. "Bruce!" "Easy... I heard you the first time." Bruce gently placed his hand on her cheek and stroked it with his thumb. Y/n felt her muscles relax a bit as she sighed again. "I'm going crazy here," Y/n added. "We're trying our best, sweetheart." he looked up at Strange again, "I don't think those meds are going to work, but we could look into them. Perhaps find a less dominating variant." Strange nodded his head in agreement. "Bruce?" "Sweetheart, we're really doing all we can. But I can't risk anything. The last thing I want to do is hurt you." Bruce could see her pale face. She looked exhausted and in pain. Bruce fears she has grown so familiar with the pain that she doesn't even notice it anymore and has no clue how much pain she actually is in. Y/n is strong, but everybody has their limit. Not only that, but he could tell that she had no idea what was happening. "You can wriggle your toes. Just don't try to sit up again, okay?" That was not what Y/n wanted to hear. She sighed in defeat and glanced up at the ceiling yet again. Bruce briefly looked at Strange again. They couldn't tell her anything, and he definitely couldn't tell her about Tony keeping Peter from seeing her. It has been days. Y/n was left oblivious. Poor thing. "Sweetheart?" Y/n turned her head toward him again. "I don't want you to worry about it."

"How can I not?" Y/n's voice trembled with desperation. Her eyes were big and sad as she looked at Bruce and Strange. "I'm not allowed to move; I feel nauseous and tired; Dad keeps leaving, and Peter hasn't even stopped by. I also have a terrible gut feeling." She added. Strange placed a warm hand over hers, making her turn her head again. "We've been telling you not to worry about that." If her heart rate picked up, they had no idea what could happen. She might die within five minutes, or nothing might happen at all. They just didn't know. "I know, I know." Y/n replied, "But Pete... where is Peter? Do either of you know? Dad and Harley won't tell me anything either." Peter could take care of himself, but she was still getting worried. It didn't matter if the boy had superpowers or not. Not only that, but she missed her boyfriend terribly. She really expected Peter to have been here by her side as much as possible, but he is not here. Harley has been here to check on her more than her boyfriend has. Where is Peter? "Is he angry with me?" Y/n asked them. "Why would he be angry with you?" Y/n shrugged, and the look in her eyes only got more desperate. "Does he hate me? For what I did?" She continued asking questions. Bruce quickly hushed her and rested his hand on her cheek again. "Why would he hate you? He doesn't hate you." "Then why isn't he here?" Bruce had no idea what to say to her. He couldn't tell her about the issue between Tony and Peter; he thought it was stupid, and Y/n had no clue, which broke his heart. "I don't know, sweetheart. I'm sure he's somewhere trying to invent something to help you. He must be doing something for you." That does sound like something Peter would do.