𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Memories

Parings → Dad! Peter Parker x Mom!  Reader

Warnings → angst, a lot of angst, memory loss, rude behaviour, fluff at the end.

Summary → Peter lost his memories, forgetting you and his kids.  

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You burst through the doors of the compound like your lungs couldn’t breathe until you reached him. Your heart was slamming against your ribs so hard it felt like it might break them. One arm was wrapped protectively around your daughter, the other gripping your son’s small hand so tight his knuckles were white.

Tony’s call echoed in your head on a loop. "Peter’s been hurt. It’s bad. Come ASAP." That’s all he’d said. That’s all he had to say.

The compound was quiet, eerily so, as Tony met you at the entrance, his face pale and tight. “He’s in the med bay. He’s... he’s conscious now, but he only asked for May.”

You felt your stomach drop. Peter was awake, but something feels wrong. Really wrong.

“Can I see him?” You asked, voice trembling.

Tony’s expression softened, but it didn’t help. He still looked like someone who was about to deliver the worst kind of news. “The medics think... there’s some memory loss. Maybe temporary. Maybe not. They’re still figuring it out. You can’t go in just yet—May’s in there. Just give them a few minutes, okay?”

You nodded, numb and cold all over. Your knees felt weak, but you couldn’t collapse. Not in front of your kids. Not when they were already clinging to you like you were the only stable thing left in the world.

Your heart pounded as you sat with your children outside the med bay, time stretching unbearably. Your son, Ben,  just five, sat beside you, holding your hand tightly, while your three-year-old daughter, Mayday was in your arms, oblivious to the tension around her.

“Mommy, is Daddy okay?” Your son asked softly, looking up at you with wide, worried eyes.

You forced a smile, pushing back the tears. “Daddy’s going to be okay, sweetheart. He just needs to rest.”

But God, you didn’t know if you were lying or not.

After what felt like hours, May finally emerged from the room, her eyes red and swollen, and your heart shattered at the sight. She didn’t say anything as she gave you a nod, and you knew it was your turn.

You gently placed your daughter in May’s arms, her tiny fingers still reaching for you. “Stay with Grandma May, okay? Be good.”

“Mommy,” your son called after you as you stood. “Tell Daddy I miss him.”

You smiled through your breaking heart. “I will, baby.”

The med bay door closed behind you with a soft hiss, but the silence inside screamed.

The sight in front of you broke you. Peter was lying on the hospital bed, hooked to wires and machines that beeped far too quietly for your comfort. His face was bruised and battered, one eye partially swollen shut. Thick gauze was wrapped around his head, and you could see dried blood crusting around the edges.

But his eyes were open. Alive. Alert.

They turned toward you.

But the look in them wasn’t the one you were used to. It wasn’t soft or familiar. It was distant, guarded. And... they didn’t light up.

“Hey, Peter,” you whispered, your voice shaking as you tried to keep it together. You took a tentative step forward, the air in the room thick with tension.