The End Game | MCU FanFiction

Chapter 8

Peter hadn't left the hospital for two days.

After his little panic attack, his friends had brought him into the waiting room. The doctors had been able to restart Tony's heart, but they didn't know how long he would still have till his heart simply gave out. They had been running tests every hour to see what was wrong, but they never told anyone. And it was slowly driving Peter insane.

After some time, Peter was allowed in Tony's room, and he hadn't left his mentor's bedside since. The kid had dark circles under his eyes and barely ate anything. The only times he even moved, was to go to the toilet. But because he rarely drank anything, that was only, like, twice a day.

Michelle visited them whenever she could. She had gone back to school, she was never as close to Mr. Stark as Peter. Peter was 'sick', so he could stay in the hospital. Michelle didn't know how long it would be before the excuse wasn't an excuse anymore, judging by the fact that he barely ate nor drank, and that he refused to sleep.

Michelle didn't know much about his relationship with Tony Stark, but she did know that the genius had been the boy's idol since the kid knew about him. Even before he had become Iron Man. And now that he was Spider-Man, she had no doubt the two of them had become close.

Michelle carefully made her way over to the chair next to Peter, sitting beside him in silence for a while.

"Your aunt's worried about you, Parker." she finally said, looking at him to see his reaction. She was disappointed when he didn't even look at her. She sighed.

"You can't stay here forever. You know that, right?"

Still nothing.

"I think it would be better if you just went home..."

That did it.

Peter let go of Tony's hand which he had been holding for a total of two days now. Michelle was almost certain she could see Tony wince as the small hand lost contact with his. She didn't have time to dread on that fact, however, as the bloodshot eyes of her classmate bore into hers, his shaking finger pointed to her.

"I will not go home until I know he's okay. You know I can't. I need to be here when he wakes up. He's going to be so scared, I don't want him to wake up alone. I-I-I don't- I can't..." his shoulders slumped as he looked back at his idol, lying there, unmoving besides the steady movement of his chest. Michelle watched sympathetically as he fell back in his chair, his breathing becoming ragged as tears glimmered in his brown eyes. He grabbed Tony's hand again, looking at the pale face of his mentor.

"I just don't want him to be alone, Michelle..." he said with a weak voice, looking up to meet her eyes. He looked absolutely broken, the rage she had seen merely a few seconds ago gone with the wind.

She sat back down next to him, carefully taking his free hand in hers. She tensed for a moment as she felt him lean into her, but let herself relax, feeling his brown curls tickling her neck as his head rested on her shoulder.

They sat like that for a while, until she felt him relax completely, his body sagging in the chair, his breathing becoming soft and even. She quietly signalled Bucky, who was sitting just outside the room. He almost tiptoed into the room, picking the sleeping boy up out of the chair and carrying him out as if he weighed nothing.

Michelle looked back at Tony Stark's figure on the hospital bed. If she didn't know any better she could have sworn there was a frown on his face, as if he could feel Peter was no longer in the room, holding his hand.

But she shook her head, figuring it was just her imagination. Yeah, that was it, her imagination. Just like the warm feeling in her stomach. Just her imagination.

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Now we're getting into it!
I really like writing Peter/MJ scenes! :)

Next chapter we'll explain what's going on with Tony, with some Pepper in there too ;)

Chapter written by @deborah_ronner.