LUNATIC | Peter Parker x Reader

㉓ A s s i m p l e a s t h a t

If I go, I'm going crazy,
and let my darling take me there.

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P A R K E R

   "Stick the needle in." I said.

   She held the needle with shaking hands, blood on all of our clothes, dried and wet, a mixture of mine and Wanda's.

   "I... I can't do it." She was stressful, but not tearing like before.

   "Just do it like how you stitch any dolls."

   "But you're not a doll! Dolls don't bleed when you stick a needle in them."

   "But if you don't stitch me up I'll lose too much blood and die, don't you wanna get out, love?" I smirked as sweat dripped from the root of my hair to my chin.

   "You know this is gonna hurt right, and you don't even have any painkillers down here."

   "It's not that bad." I muttered.

   "Sure." She rolled her eyes.

   "I mean, really. The stitching part is the easiest part. The fever afterward though is the pain in the ass." I drank the water out of the bottle.

   "You're saying like this is not your first time." She stretched the thread.

   "Of course this is not the first time I was stabbed."

   She didn't want to ask but she wanted to know what happened, I smiled and started talking. Good, it should distract me from the agony.

   "The first one on my thighs, got it when I lost my parent. The scar faded now." She put the needle into my skin, pain splattered all over the area, I grunted a little and swallowed it down.

   "What happened to them?"

   "We did nothing wrong, we were in a wrong place at a wrong time, that's all. I survived, they didn't." I looked at the ceiling. "The second one was the shit."

   "The shit?" She put the needle to another side of the open wound.

   "Yeah." I scoffed. "All the applause to Maria Hill. She was an agent at the Feds before Barnes. She was so close to capturing me, stabbed me from my shoulder blades to the spine."

   "How did you survive?"

   "A vet friend saved me."

   "You have a friend that knows about the Spider?"

   "Not that one, but you'd be surprised how many out there that knows about the real me. The vet guy just thought I was involved in a gang when I showed up with the wound."

   She tied the knot at the end of the first cut.

   "He was a vet, at least he knew how to stitch, I don't know how, and you could get infected."

   It's kind of an irony, because I kind of knew I wouldn't make it and I'm just buying myself some time.

   I can't go to the hospital, rather die than to get caught. We don't have enough supplies for medication, we only have water for one night. Without proper help, I definitely wouldn't make it.