Whoops!: [Peter Parker]

|THREE~ i leave for two seconds...|

Come to think of it, Ive never liked hospitals. I've only been once or twice, when Dee was dealing with his paralysis in his legs (he's fine now don't worry).

I remember now that I don't like them. At all.

Starch white, cold, sterile. It's almost like it could be another dimension, if you squinted your eyes enough.

Too bright lights and the constant smell of disinfectant bleach or death.
Now, I couldn't exactly pin point what death smells like, but let me tell you, it isn't good.

The lobby was quiet except for the quiet murmuring of nurses and the gentle sob of an old elderly woman off to the left. I sat picking at my fingernails, waiting for my turn to be called back.

I wasn't here to be emitted, I was here to see someone.

Someone who had been fine yesterday until he decided to go on some dumb mission. Whatever.

Poor Tony. After he was injured, he usually came right back to the facility and was treated there. But this time, since it was a smaller and more manageable injury, he wanted to stay and brighten everyone's lives for a bit. Dee was helping him visit each of the kids in the hospital as of now, and once Tony made it back to his room, then I was allowed to visit.

The anxious picking at my fingers worsened, and soon I had picked a small hole in my finger where blood oozed out.

"Shoot." I stood and waddled my way over to the receptionist to snag a band-aid.

She happily smiled and gave me one, which I quietly slipped back onto my finger as I walked back to my seat.

Where someone know was sitting.
"Um, hi? Yeah, hello. Of all of the seats here, you had the unfortunate occurrence of sitting in mine."

The boy looked up and I was met with soft brown puppy eyes. Holy moly. Unfortunate occurrence? Heck no.

His eyes widened and he stood up, throwing the backpack in his lap back over his shoulder. "Oh I'm sorry, miss. I didn't- I didn't see you sitting here..." he glanced to and fro, rubbing the back of his neck with a worried hand.

"Sit yourself back down. It's fine."

He took a deep breath in before uttering his reply. "You sure? I can move-"

"I insist. You'll just have the pleasure of sitting beside me." I smiled and he laughed as we sat back down.

"Oh uh, I'm Peter. By the way." He stuck his hand out as if he wanted me to shake it, then seemed to think better of it and retracted.

"Cori. Nice to meet you."

Instead of messing with my fingers, I played with the end of my flannel shirt, already bored.

I sighed, frustrated. "Alright. So. Who are you here to see?"

Peter looked up from his daze and met my eyes. "I'm here to see T- ah, my boss."

"Ah I see. Wanting a raise, hmm?" I joked and cracked a smile.

"No no. He's just... a good friend. And practically a dad to me." Peter fumbled with his words and zipped and unzipped his backpack repeatedly.

I hummed in agreement and we fell into a lapse of silence before he spoke up again.

"Who are you here to see?"

A grin and I shook my head. "That's the question. Uh, one could say uncle or family friend or friend in general. My adoptive dads best friend."

From the corner of my eye, I saw Peter noticeably wince and he slumped back in his chair. "Adopted?"

I simply nodded. This wasn't a sore topic, I didn't really mind talking about my relationship with Dee.

He nodded in return. "See, I'm kinda adopted too." He went on to talk about his parents and his uncle and aunt, but I had zoned out, observing his features.

Of course, I couldn't have picked a better time for this. This guy was practically pouring his heart out to me and I was just getting lost. Oh well.

He had soft brown curly hair that looked as if you could touch it and it would bounce back up. A soft face to accompany the hair, and a strong jaw and a cute smile. Peter wore simple jeans and some punny science t-shirt I didn't understand.

Unfortunately, I was brought back to reality by a nurse shaking my shoulder. "Ma'am? Mr. Stark and Mr. Rhodes will see you now." I thanked her and stood up to follow but stopped short as Peter stood up too.

"You're here for Mr. Stark? He's the family friend?" Peter questioned, his eyes humming bewilderment.

I squinted, a tad bit confused. "Uh yeah? That's them. Uncle T and my dad. Dee. Oh boy. Please don't freak out and ask for an autograph from them or something stupid."

A quick shake of his head and he smiled. "Uh no, no. Mr. Stark is... well." He readjusted his backpack straps on his shoulder and smiled. "Mr. Stark is my boss."

So I let Peter follow us in, because I wanted to know if this was true. Dee was saying something about a new recruit. What would Tony have him doing, a pretty boy like Peter?

Tony sat up in the hospital bed while Dee had pulled up a chair beside him. "Ah look, the man of the hour. I hope you don't mind." I said and sauntered in, sitting down at the foot of the bed beside Tony.

I leaned in close to him and eyed Peter. "So this cute puppy dog of a boy says he works for you." I raised an eye brow in question and Tony rolled his eyes at me from behind his tinted glasses. Even here, he was still wearing those dumb glasses.

"The cute puppy is a new asset to the team, Runt." My eyes narrowed.

"This is Peter Parker, more well known, or less known, as Spider-man."