city boys; peter parker

Part 25

"Hey Peter, do you want some dinner?" Wanda asked as he still waited out the hospital room, Peter had no idea how many hours had past.

Peter nodded sadly, getting up from off of the floor and followed Wanda into the elevator and upstairs.

Peter joined to other Avengers at the breakfast bar, "Hey, Pete." Steve said with a caring tone handing him a bowl of chicken and rice.

"Thank you, Steve." he began to eat his food before this feeling came over his mind.

"Peter, can you hear me?" a familiar voice echoed through his head.

"Hello?" Peter thought to try to reply to this voice.

"Peter, save me!" the voice echoed

"Who are you?" the voice sighed.

"Come on, Peter. It's me, Oliver." he echoed in reply.

"But how? What do you mean?" Peter replied through thought.

"I don't know how this is happening but you need to help me." Oliver said.

"How am I suppose to help you? You are with Natasha and Vision, you have the medicine drips. How am I going to help you?" Peter replied.

"Help me. Peter, my lungs hurt. I can't move, Peter. Help me, I am scared." Oliver's voice echoed getting louder and louder in the boy's head.

Peter threw his hands on his head. His face scrunched up in pain.

Oliver's voice screamed in the boy's head.

"Is everything okay, Pete?" Steve noticed his painful expression, seconds later Peter fell back hitting his head on the floor.

"Wanda, what is happening?" Steve asked as the girl's hands glowed red as she tried to read the boy's mind.

"There is someone talking to him, the person sounds scared and hurt. They keep coughing," she kneeled down beside Peter, she rested Peter's head in her lap as she continued to look inside his mind. "The voice sounds familiar, it sounds like a kid. Almost like- no it can't be- It sounds exactly like Oliver's." Wanda gasped. "What do you mean, Wanda? Oliver does have any powers do that." Steve asked getting up to carry Peter over to the couch.

Oliver's voice echoed it's way out of Peter's head, "What just happened?" Peter groaned sitting up with a hand on his head. "Somehow Oliver was speaking to you," Wanda replied sitting down beside Peter on the couch. "Do you remember what he said to you?" she asked. "It was something about his lungs. He was scared and that he thought he was going to die. It was something like that." Peter replied sluggishly getting up from off the couch. "Natasha says visitors can see Oliver in the med-bay now," FRIDAY said causing everyone's eyes widened before getting into the elevator. Peter, Tony, Steve, Wanda and Clint got into the elevator together and rode down to the med-bay.

One of the nurses pointed in the direction of the room where Oliver was asleep with Bucky, Natasha and the Vision inside. They slowly opened the door to see Oliver laying in the bed attached to a medicine drip and some monitors like the incident before, as well Oliver had an oxygen mask over his nose and mouth. "Hey, Oliver," Peter said quietly pulling up a chair close to the bed, Peter held Oliver's hand in his. "You really like getting your self into trouble, eh?" Peter chuckled.

"Yeah, I guess I do." Oliver's voice echoed in Peter's head again, "See you are going to be fine." Peter chuckled in reply. "Is Oliver talking to you again?" Tony asked noticing the slight expression of pain on Peter's voice again. "Can you tell him that everything is going to be okay."

Oliver's voice chuckled as it echoed through Peter's head, "I can hear him but can't reply right now." Oliver replied. "He feels better. He can hear you, Mr. Stark." Peter told the man who a smile grow across his face. "Is there any way you can wake me up?" Oliver asked.

"Wanda, can you try and wake him up?" Peter asked Wanda, she nodded as her fingers begin to glow with a red tint. Oliver's body started to move slightly before his eyes opened, Oliver's breath hitched before he coughed. "My lungs hurt, radiation is gross, man." Oliver coughed out, he realized that there was an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose. "Can I take this off?" Oliver asked pointing at the mask over his face, "Just keep it on a little longer, you breathed in a lot of gas, Oliver." Natasha replied.

A few hours had passed and the heroes came to check on Oliver every so often, Peter stayed with the boy the whole time. "Peter, I am cold," Oliver said pulling up the blanket closer to his face, Peter chuckled and got into the bed with Oliver. Oliver rested his head on Peter's shoulder, Oliver adjusted himself every so often because of the oxygen mask still over his face. "Natasha has said that tomorrow you can take off the mask so you can eat and talk properly." Peter smiled, "Plus, you'll be able to move around more and get out of this bed." he added placing a kiss on the tired boy's forehead.

Oliver's cheeks grew pink again, "That would be nice." Oliver chuckled seeing as he is kind of restrained to this bed because of the oxygen mask. Oliver yawned as Peter wrapped an arm around Oliver, the boys closed their eyes and fell asleep. During the night, a hero would come down every few hours to check on Oliver's vitals. Each hero that would come checks on the boy, all awed at the boys who had fallen asleep in each others' arms.

"I'm telling you this now, that is the cutest thing I have ever seen." Tony chuckled showing Steve a picture of the two boys. "Oliver is going to kill you for taking that picture." Steve chuckled after smiling at the two boys in the picture. "I just he won't kill me if he doesn't know the picture exists in the first place. Friday, save the picture to the memories folder." Steve laughed.

"Night, guys." Steve chuckled as the elevator doors closed before he ascended where he would train for a couple of hours.