Don't Jump // Peter Parker x OC ((Book One))

Nineteen, Confide in You

I wake up. It's gradual though, not all at once like it tends to be.

"Finally," I hear. I turn to see Peter. "You need to stop getting hurt, Bea. You're starting to scare me with the asleep thing."

"How long was I out?" I ask

"Three days and four hours." he responds. I look over to a clock.

4:53 am

"Shit, Peter go to sleep."

Suddenly Tony walks in and almost drops the two cups off coffee he's holding. His hair is a mess. He really needs to shave.

"Oh my god, you're awake, Peter she's awake." he says, giving him the two cups. He bends down and hugs me. Gently. Two hugs in five months. Fascinating.

"Guys, hate to ruin the moment but where the hell are we?" I ask

"We're at Clint's house. Fair warning, he has small children." Peter says. I giggle slightly.

"Your arm," I ask pointing to it, "Is it okay?"

"Oh! Yeah, my arm is okay. You fixed it nicely." he says, smiling. "You need sleep."

"Peter, I just slept for three days. I'm anything but tired." I say.

"Fair point. You wanna take a little bit of a walk?" he asks

"I would love that." I admit.

He helps me out of the bed and I stand up. I take a shaky step and Peter helps me. He purses his lips and gets in front of me.

"On my back," he says, kneeling down so I can get on. I don't disagree and hold onto his shoulders. He lifts himself up.

He turns to Tony, who's now asleep in a chair.

"Shh." I hush him, smiling. He exits the room quietly.

-

We sit in the garden, watching the sun rise over the treeline. The horizon seemed to glitter as the stars faded into the oncoming daylight.

I don't want this to ever end.

I was lying down, my head in Peter's lap as he played with me hair, delicately folding and twisting it.

"We should probably go back soon." he comments. I give him a look. "Babe, it's eight in the morning."

"That's different." I say.

"What? Time? Yes it's always different." he says, "I'm talking to the girl who can manipulate time."

I giggle slightly, "No. You called me babe." I say, "That's different."

"Do you not like it?" he asks

"No, I like it. It's just... Different."

"You're different." he comments, planting a soft kiss on my forehead. "But seriously, people are waking up."

"How do you know?" I ask

"Uh, probably because there's a Steve walking towards us." he says.

"Ah. Fine." I sit up slowly. Steve reaches us and gives me a hand to stand up. "Cap'n." I joke.

"Bea. Glad to see you're awake." he says, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm good. Still a little jumpy, but better. Tony is still asleep, right?"

"Yes, he is. We were going to move him but we didn't want to wake him up."

"Thank you."

"Anyway, I need to talk to you. And, Peter, Clint wants to see you."

We separate and go over to where a few logs were broken apart and sitting around.

"I want you to talk to me." he says, "You're like my family now, Bea. I want you to be able to talk with me."

"Talk about what?"

"I think you know," he says, "You say you've done a lot of crap you regret. What was it?"

I look down at my hands. Folded, yet still shaking.

He's going to judge you if you tell him. Normal people don't think about killing themselves.

"I, um..." I take a deep breath. "I mean, I was abused for most of my life. I don't know how to confide in people."

My words were dry and soft. Held back by mounds of fear and regret and panic.

"Like, verbally right?" Steve's voice has become a sort of plea. Not wanting to believe I was ever physically hurt. Not on purpose.

I look away, not wanting to see his face of sadness. "No. It was physical. My brother and my dad hit me a lot. They're in prison. My mom is... dead."

Steve's breath hitched. He put a hand on my shoulder. I look up at him. My eyes looking into his almost expectantly. I was ready for "I'm sorry" or "That's horrible".

"You tried to kill yourself, didn't you."

My eyes go wide and my head snaps to look at his.

"I'm right aren't I?"

I nod slowly. I feel tears form in my eyes. When someone say it aloud... It sounds so scary.

A light sob escapes my lips and I take a huge breath to try and hide it but it only causes me to hiccup.

Steve wraps his arms around me protectively.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you sad, I was just curious." he said, "Everyone just passes everything off. Saying it's okay."

"No one should feel like that."

My arms instinctively go around him.

In the few months I've known Steve, him and Tony have both looked out for me as a dad-uncle duo.

"I'm messed up." I say. Choking back tears that wanted to spill over.

"No. You're fine, Bea. You're as human as one can get." he says, "You're a good different, okay."

"There's very few good differences in the world, Steve."

"And you're one of them."

I KNOW THIS WAS SHORT BUT DID YOU GUYS LIKE DAD STEVE?

I really wanted him to have a connection with Bea other than "Meh I'm mister spangles the serious and I'm here to tell you that you should stop cursing meh".

But yeah. It's only short because I thought that was a super good way to end it, and you can't yell at me because of a long A/N because I haven't talked to you guys in forever.

I wanna know you guys a little more. Let's play a little game, if you have a question you want me to answer, comment it. And I'll leave you guys a question.

Okay...

Question of the Chapter- What's your favourite colour.

Mine is Green. Emerald green.

And yes I know, green is not a creative colour.

So yeah. Answer it if you want. I know not a lot of people read this book, or A/N's but if you're reading this then I sincerely applaud you.

It's been long, my friends.

See you next chapter ❤