Compromised

Chapter Sixteen

Peter POV

I blinked my eyes open as they were suddenly blinded by bright lights. Not knowing where I was I shot up and panted looking around the room. I instantly regretted sitting up when my torso screamed in agony at me. I yelped and grabbed it trying to get rid of the pain.

"Woah kid stop moving," I heard Tony say from my side.

I was about to ask what was going on when I felt his hand gently push me back into a laying down position. With a grunt I fell back down onto my bed and laid still to avoid agitating my cut.

"Wha....what happened," I muttered still a little groggy from the medicine they gave me.

"We had to fix up the wounds Dr. Oc gave you. Your speed healing slowed down because you haven't eaten a lot so we had to stitch and staple somethings," Bruce said answering my question for Tony.

My face paled when I heard him say staple. That meant scarring.

Shit!

Panicking I pulled up the covers and looked at my torso. It was covered in small little staples and healing at what looked like a normal rate. I sighed and pulled up the covers with an audible grunt. Tony looked at me worriedly as I sat back down on the bed.

"Don't worry kid it shouldn't scar that deeply, we just need to get you some food so you can get your speed healing back up," Tony said trying to calm me down.

"Okay. Did you fix my arm?" I coughed out not wanting to look at it and be reminded of what the doctor did to me.

"Yup kid, almost as good as new. You'll need to keep it in a cast for a couple of weeks even with your speed healing but it should be fine," Tony said smiling at me.

I nodded understanding what he was saying and kept my gaze fixed on him, not wanting to look at my arm.

"Pete, you got to look at it eventually," Tony muttered sadly realizing what I was doing.

I shook my head slowly.

"Pete it isn't that bad! You should be more nervous to look at it when your cast comes off," Bruce said inputting his opinion to help.

Realizing there was no way out of it I breathed deeply and looked towards it. It was covered in a red and blue cast but had cuts trailing all along my pale skin. It was back in a normal position and wasn't bleeding like crazy anymore. I felt my eyes sting as I remembered what Dr. Octavius did to me.

"Where is Dr. Octopus?" I asked wanting to hear that he was locked away for good and would never hurt me ever again.

"He.....well he is dead," Tony mumbled to me.

I looked at him shocked for a minute wondering if I heard him correctly. Before I could ask anything else though he changed the subject on me.

"So kid are you hungry? Me and Bruce made this wheelchair thing so that we can bring you upstairs and have a family meal," Tony said smiling at me.

I decided to ignore the fact the doctor died and just nodded my head along with his idea, I was starving. They unhooked me from everything and lifted me up into a wheelchair next to my bed. After I was settled down Tony pushed me to the elevator and we went upstairs. When I the elevator doors opened all of the Avengers turned their heads and stared at us. After a few awkward minutes they smiled warmly at me and Clint held up some pizza for me.