Peter Parker Oneshots

Big Spook - Part 5

Every day, Dr Cho or a nurse came by to check on Peter's vitals, change or remove some bandages, then scribbled down some notes that nobody could understand without a medical degree, and left again, not sparing May, (Y/N) or Happy a single glance. Did they teach that in medical school? Avoid the suffering relatives' eager stares so they don't ask questions you don't have answers to?

(Y/N) was bitter. May thought it was progress since last week she hadn't shown any sign of feeling a single emotion other than abysmal despair. She had come back twelve hours after she left, wearing clean clothes, her hair washed, the pink back to her cheeks. It was progress.

But she refused to leave again. Happy ended up bringing her a change of clothes every other day, and May sometimes forced her to go upstairs and take a shower in the Avengers' compound or a nap. (Y/N) was a patient person – she was – but concern ate away at her like a disease.

Ned had dropped by again, with a 'get well soon' card signed by most of Peter's friends – at least all those Ned also knew – and a frankly creepy-looking teddy bear holding Captain America's shield.

"They didn't have a Spider-Man bear," he had explained when (Y/N) took it in her hands, rubbing the fluff of its head.

"I'll make sure to tell him," (Y/N) sniffled, setting the plush down on the bedside table along with the card.

Neither of them were in the mood for banter, but they managed a smile. Ned talked the day away, rambling about this and that – (Y/N) didn't pay much attention to what he said, but she appreciate his uplifting presence and liked that he didn't wait for an answer. He just wanted to see his best friend for a bit, and try to cheer up (Y/N) while he was at it.

Despite his being in a coma, Peter still healed fast and soon, most of the cuts and bruises were gone. They even took off the huge bandage around his head, revealing a prominent but already healing wound well on its way to disappearing completely. They took out the stitches the day before, and suddenly, he looked awfully normal.

(Y/N) couldn't understand how Peter could look so normal, so like himself, yet be anything but.

Dr Cho had made herself scarce but (Y/N) managed to find her and ask her if things had progressed at all.

They hadn't. She told her with a compassionate smile that his body had healed at an astounding speed but patients in a coma did not simply wake up when their body had recovered. Armed with nothing but patience and endless love and despair, (Y/N) returned to Peter's room and sat nothing of her exchange with the doctor to anyone.

Ned, May and Happy were the ones trying to lift up her moods, who was she to shoot them down?

*

(Y/N) still held onto Peter's hand like it was her lifeline. She thought his fingers were a bit cold and stiff, but it was nothing to worry about, the nurse who came in today said. It happened to anyone who didn't move for a while.

Even if she had wanted to, (Y/N) couldn't have let go. If she tried hard enough, she could imagine Peter slowly squeezing her hand, and when she looked up, he would be staring a her with an apologetic, boyish grin, sorry for causing her such trouble.

A shaky breath came out of her mouth. No one noticed, because she was alone with Peter. May had stopped spending her days here. She had to go back to work at some point. (Y/N) also suspected May was avoiding her a little after she revealed that Peter had, in fact, not proposed, and she only said he was her fiancé to get her boss off her back.

And while (Y/N) had shouted at her internship supervisor that she wouldn't leave Peter's side until he woke up, she soon realized that it wasn't a realistic course of action.