Wolf Spider

He Couldn't Move

-Peter's P.O.V-

Peter was cold. Cold and tired, and in a bed that wasn't his normal. He shivered slightly, and shuffled closer to the warm object next to him. There was a deep chuckle from the object, "G'morning to you too, Peter."

That was James' voice. Even with his tired mind, Peter knew whos voice that was. He peeled his eyes open slowly, and was met with the sight of James's metal chest. Peter sat up quickly, immediately regretting it when the room seemed to spin around.

The bed Peter, and embarrassingly enough James as well, was laying on was half up. He was in the infirmary, and had been snuggled into James' side. The lights made Peter slightly dizzy, and the smell seemed to assault Peter's senses.

"Woah there, Peter, slow down," James eased. Standing up by the side of Peter's bed and gently pushing Peter back to lay down. "You need to take it slow."

"What..." Peter whispered out hoarsely. His voice was cracking, and his throat dry. He cleared his throat and rasped out, "What happened?"

James winced, "What do you last remember?"

For a second, Peter panicked. Thinking that somehow the Wolf Spider in him had awoken once again, and hurt someone. Then memories of going up on the roof, seemed to come through the cracks of Peter's foggy mind. He croaked out his answer, "Cold."

The older man gave Peter a cup of lukewarm water, and waited until Peter finished it to continue. He let out a strained smile, "Yeah, Bruce said you almost went into hibernation," James' smile faded, "You really worried all of us. Are you okay?"

Peter blinked at James before nodding, "I'm fine. Sorry I worried all of you."

James shook his head, "Don't apologize. Just... just next time tell one of us when you're hurt. Please, Pete."

"Y-Yeah," Peter mumbled, shell-shocked that someone cared this much, "I'll tell you guys next time."

James smiled slightly at that, his eyes showing a slight shimmer of relief, and Peter couldn't help but smile softly back. A second later, there was a knock at the door, and Peter tensed. His tired state still made his mind groggy, and his reactions slow, but he still tensed like he usually would.

"It's Wanda," The familiar and comforting voice said from behind the door, "May I come in?"

Peter nodded when James looked at him, and James answered, "Come on in, Wanda."

The redhead walked in, smiling softly and holding a large mug, "Hi, Peter. I brought you some hot chocolate to help you warm up."

Peter smiled as he took the mug, "Thank you." There was conversation for a few minutes until Natasha walked in after a knock.

"Sorry to interrupt," Natasha greeted with a nod, "But we've all been called for a mission. Bruce, Vision, and Rhodey are staying with Peter."

Peter felt his heart sink. Of course he knew that the others would be called out on a mission. It had only been a matter of time, but the thought of something happening to any of them made his stomach twist uncomfortably.

"How long's the mission?" Wanda asked with a small frown and a worried crinkle of her eyebrows.

"Shouldn't be too long. Fury found a few things out, and is sending us to take care of it. We're getting debriefed on the way there," Natasha explained. Her eyes scanned Peter over. Looking to see how Peter was holding up from his near-hibernation, or on how he was feeling about almost everyone going out, he didn't know.

James nodded, "Alright. Be there soon."

Wanda smiles at Peter as she stood, and shook up Peter's already disheveled hair before walking out with a soft goodbye.