Peter's body guard

Part 6

Wades POV

While I train with the third bot, I hear peter going at the punching bag hard. I decide that after I finish this bot off I'll see how he's doing.

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Right when I finish the bot off I hear peter cry out in pain. I rush over to where he is to see him on the floor with a bloody hand. I place a hand on his shoulder and shout for Friday to call the closest avenger in the tower. She answers with a "on it." And I try to talk to peter, but I don't think he can hear me through his earphones. his breathing is irragular. it could be from the pain but... that doesnt seem to be it. 

Right when I reach to take the earphones out, he passes out on my chest. He breathing slows a bit from the fast pace it was just a second ago, and I look at the bloody punching bag, floor, and Peters hand. Why would he continue to punch the bag with his hand that hurt. I pick up his hand to examine it. Most of the bones are broken and you can practically see the bone. I look at peter with concern. "What did you do peter?" I whisper.

A very worried Clint comes bursting through the gym doors. He rushes over to the both of us and asked what happened.

"I don't know. One minute Peters punching a bag and the next his hands bloody from punching so hard. I only took my eyes off of him for a minute." I explain. Clint shakes his head and examines Peters hand. "His hand is defiantly broken. He probably passed out from blood loss or pain. He's always been weak to pain." Clint mutters the last part. I glance up at him for a second confused about what that meant but I decide to ignore it and put my attention on peter. "We should get him to the med bay. Dr. Cho will take a look at him." Clint says. I nod and pick him up.

In med bay. Peter wake up.

Peters POV

I slowly open my eyes, only to be blinded by light. I reach my hand up to block out the light, only to find it in serious pain. I fully awake and look down at my hand. There is a big sling around my hand and I'm in the med bay. When I try and thing of what happened. I remember think about him. My face turns from confusion to anger. I look around to see if anyone is in the room, and see wade in a chair next to me, and Clint taking to dr.cho.

"Clint." I make my presence known, and Clint turns to me, happy at first, but then angry. "Why the hell would you do that?" He gelled right away. I furrowed my eyebrows in annoyance. My hearing is always a little sensitive when I wake up.

"Why wouldn't you stop?! I thought you were supposed to be smart!" He screamed. I wasn't in a very good mood. "I am smart. That isn't the reason I didn't stop. I just spaced out and didn't notice." I defended.

"You didn't notice your bones crack? You spaced out so much that you didn't notice when your hand started breaking? Or the blood all over the punching bag?" He asked sarcastically. I rolled my eyes.

"Are you really that surprised? I've done worse and you know it." I say, referring to a time where I was so spaced out during a mission that I almost got blown up.

"That is t the point peter. The point is that you stop when you feel pain. Now I have to get yelled at by a billionaire and America itself." Clint complained. I sighed in frustration. "I will next time." I say. Clint gives a slightly worried face when I get up and walk out the door, ignoring how wade follows me without saying a single word.

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I walk all the way to my room and leave it open for wade to follow me in. the silence was almost deafening between us. it was awkward sharing a room, and it must have been even more awkward after my little breakdown. 

"i'm sorry you had to see that." i apologize.

"see what? you punching the bag so hard that you broke your hand or the breakdown that you happened to not mention?" wade asked. i was surprised that he noticed, but then again its not like i did anything to hide it from him. 

"uh, both." i avoid his gaze. i hear him sigh, and after a moment the creaking of my bed. i look over to see him sitting on my bed. "you sure make yourself at home don't you?" i ask in a ditch effort to avoid the subject. he simply shrugged and continued the conversation.

"you sure are an interesting fella, you know that? i cant tell what to make of ya. sexy smart shy school kid, stupid reckless sexy rich kid, or just sexy depressed kid." 

i blush in embarrassment at both the compliments and the insults in that sentence.  "why am i sexy in all 3 of those?"

"cause you ARE sexy in all three of those." he states, as if it the most obvious in the world. 

"yeah well same goes for you. i cant tell if you're just sexy weird or sexy friendly." i shoot back. to which he give a chuckle.

"dude, i'm sexy everything!"

sorry i haven't updated this in a super long time, but to be honest i thought i already posted this chapter. i was completely unaware that i hadn't finished and posted this. consider this a parting gift since i'm not gonna be posting anything on any of my stories for a long time. i threw the last part of this chapter together like, just know, so hope its enough to satify your anger in me forgetting this story  :   )