Wanda quickly stood up with me right in her footsteps. We stood on opposite sides of his bed as he moved slightly.
"Wha-what what's going on?" I ask stuttering from being so nervous.
"It's difficult I can't see into his mind something... somethings blocking me but every person shows themself eventually," She told me repeating what I recalled she had told Ultron from the many stories I've heard of years ago.
Her fingers danced only centimeters from his forehead while his eyelids twitched.
"He.. he's dreaming," She said almost as if it was a question just as Bruce arrived soon followed by dad.
"Is that possible? Dad, Bruce is that possible?" I asked the two of them as they walked in. Of course I knew people could always dream in a coma but with everything going on I couldn't seem to think clearly.
"Tony get his vitals I need to grab something (Y/n) come with me," I grumbled in protest but followed Bruce.
"Uncle Bruce is... Is he really going to be okay? I've read that dreaming can either mean that they could go braindead or wake up in seconds,"
"(Y/n) I know this is an extremely stressful for you and Wanda more than the rest of us I really need you to calm down for this okay? Can you go try and wake up the others? Take your time doing it try to calm yourself down please," He begged me. Bruce has noticed little things over the years about my anxiety the only one really noticing when I have panic attacks and I know it's because he has had lots of them too.
"Okay," I don't even try to fight I know he only cares for my well being.
I slowly trudged back up the stairs to the main floor before taking the elavator that leads straight to our living areas and such. I go to Thor's level first since it's the lowest level. Wanda, Dad, and Pepper live on this level too but two of those three are already down there.
"Thor?" I called knocking on his door walking in after a second. Empty. He must be getting breakfast or something so I'll go to my floor I was planning to stop there anyway.
The elavator ride was exrutiatintingly slow. I didn't realize I was tapping my foot until it started echoing in my ears.
"Guys?" I called soon as the door opened.
"(Y/n)? Are you okay?" I heard Aunt Nat call from the kitchen area.
"Yeah," I mumbled hoping they heard it as I grabbed a water from the fridge.
"What happened?" Nat asked walking next to me putting her arm on my shoulder.
"They think Pietro might wake up but I was getting too much anxiety so they sent me up here to find you guys," I tell her looking up to see what's going on. Uncle Clint is trying to make something as Thor reaches on top of the cabinet for what he thinks is his secret stash of poptarts but we all know about it. Sam is leaning against the counter with a face that says he's debating jumping out of the window over there.
"It'll be okay I promise," She said leaning in slightly while squeezing my shoulder.
"Oh! I'll be right back guys," I say heading towards my room. I heard a few concerned mumbles from them as I left but not paying much attention to it.
"Where'd you go?" I mumble lightly to myself searching for the light blue fuzzy blanket Peter gave me a little over a year ago.
I crouched down running my hands around under my bed praying to feel the familiar soft tufts from the blanket. There!
"(Y/n)? You okay?" I here Uncle Clint call from outside my door. Two faint knocks sound before he walks in. "What on earth are you doing?" He giggles slightly seeing my position.
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[EDITING] Red And Blue Looks Good On You (Peter Parker X Reader)
FanfictionHow do you write a well structured story when your life is full of nothing but utter chaos? You don't, you just live through it with me. Peter parker is my best friend, has been since I was six years old. Here's the catch, my dad is pretty famous fo...