Broken But Not Alone

Chapter 13

Peter woke up to beeping. Ugghhh, why does that have to be so loud? I'm not dead? Where am I?

He looked around. "Shit," he said after realising where he was.

Why? Why couldn't I have just died?

He took the oxygen tube off from around his face, the iv out his arm and the heart monitor stickers off his chest. That was when he noticed he was only in his boxers, sitting up leaning against the wall wrapping the blanket around himself, he felt so weak.

Tony, Bruce and Natasha were watching a film sitting together on the sofa. "Peter has woken up boss," Friday said, Tony got up as fast as he could and walked in the door seeing peter sitting up. 

"I'm sorry, Mr Stark," Peter said looking at Tony with sad eyes.

"No kid, I'm sorry. I should've helped more. I should've known you weren't alright," Tony said sitting on the bed next to Peter.

"I made it impossible for you to have helped," Peter felt guilty, he hadn't realise just how much Tony really cared about him. "How long was I asleep for?"

"Just over a week. I spoke to May. She's glad your alive," Tony said looking into his eyes.

"Oh no, May," he said quietly to himself.

"She's alright, just worried about you kid," Tony said hearing what Peter just said. "You've got a lot of texts and calls, your phones on the table and I brought you a change of clothes as well."

"Thank you, Mr Stark," he said looking at the floor, "I'm sorry."

"I'm gonna let you change but I want to talk about this later, okay?"

Peter just nodded.

Tony pulled him in for a hug before leaving and locking the door, he felt a lot skinner than before.

Peter got off the bed he was a bit dizzy but ignored it. He put the t-shirt on and sweatpants.

They probably want to make sure I don't cut again, Peter thought looking at the bandages.

He picked up his phone he didn't really want to talk to Ned or Mj yet so he phoned May,

"Hello, I'm kinda busy Tony I can only talk for a c..."

"May, it's me," Peter said quietly.

"Peter! Oh god. I'm so glad you're okay."

"I'm sorry, May. I'm so sorry." Peter was about to cry.

"It's okay, Pete. I'm sorry I should've known, I shouldn't have left."

"No, May this isn't your fault, I done this. But you said you're busy so I'm gonna go,I'll phone you later, okay?"

"I love you Peter."

"I love you too." And Peter hung up and started looking at his texts.

•

Tony had went back out with the others.

"How is he?" Bruce asked as soon as he walked round the corner.

"I think he's gonna be ok. He's kind of apologetic, I don't know what he's thinking just now though," Tony said sitting in the chair by the door in front of the couch.

"He'll come around, are you not going to talk to him?" Bruce asked.

"Yeah he's getting clothes on and talking to his aunt maybe his friends." Tony looked at them both forgetting Natasha was here.

"Why's he apologetic?" She asked looking confused and then changed looking kind of sad and said slowly. "He done this to himself."

Tony just nodded, looking sad.

•

Peter had gotten 19 texts from May. 17 from Ned and 11 from Mj, though there were more on their group chat.

He thought that he should probably phone Ned and Mj or at least text them, he decided to text the group chat which they'd both been texting about him and to him for days.

Peter: Guys I'm okay.

Peter knew he wouldn't get an answer straight away since they were both in school. Where they've been the past week without him and it looked like they were worried.

He heard a knock at the door, "you dressed yet kid," it was Tony.

"Yeah, come in," he said putting his phone back where it was. Tony walked in as Peter sat down and he sat next to him.

"So, you know we are going to have to talk about this, right?" Tony knew Peter didn't want to. "Bruce is going to come in soon to change your bandages if they need it."

"Okay, so we talk after?" Peter asked hoping Tony would agree.

"Alright fine," he said with a little smile. "Did you talk to anyone?"

"I phoned May and texted Ned and Mj. I didn't think any of them would care. Or you." He looked sadder than earlier. "I thought it'd be better this way."

"Of course I care Pete and of course they care, you're an amazing person," Tony said hugging him.

"I'm sorry, Mr Stark. I'm sorry," Peter leaned into Tony's shoulder.

"It's alright kid, it's alright," Tony said rubbing his back, he had no idea what he was meant to do but it seemed to work.

Then Bruce knocked on the door, "is it alright to come in?"

Tony looked at Peter who was wiping the tears away from his eyes and nodding.

"Yeah it's fine come in," Tony said and stood up off Peters bed as Bruce came in.

Peters phone started pinging. Tony passed it to him, it was Ned and Mj,

Ned: Oh thank fuck, dude what happened?
Mj: Yeah whats going on
Mj: You know how hard it was not to call you loser

Peter typed back as Bruce got everything he needed.

Peter: I'd be worried if you didn't call me loser Mj. I'll explain it when I can there's a dr in here right now so I can't talk.

Peter put his phone down only for it to start pinging again. He ignored it and Bruce started doing a check up and took the bandages off, they still hadn't healed.

"It'll be because you've been in a coma Pete. Nothing to worry about." Bruce must have noticed the look on his face.

"I was in a coma?" Peter asked confused. "Is that why I felt dizzy when I stood up the first time?"

"Why didn't you say anything?" Bruce asked looking concerned.

"I thought I just stood up to fast, I didn't think it was anything to worry about." Peter looked at the floor and then his arm looking like he regretted doing it. "I'm sorry."