𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙇𝙪𝙧𝙠𝙨 𝙄𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠 || Peter Parker

Chapter 32

Peter was in his bathroom at the moment cleaning himself after the fight when he heard something get knocked over in his bedroom. "What the..." he muttered and when he opened the door, he found Harry tried to help you up. "The hell happened?!" Peter asked as he rushed over to help out; grabbing your arm in the process and moving you towards his bed. You groaned in pain when Harry accidentally hit the knife against the wall while moving you. "Sorry." He said.

"I'll get the bandages." Peter said quickly before taking off towards the bathroom once again. "I guess that's what I get for talking back to my supposedly 'dead' mother huh." You muttered quietly but Harry heard it. "No, it's not. I don't know why she's acting like that." He replied. "She wasn't the same friendly, sweet, mother when you were gone Harry." You stated and he gave you a look. "What do you mean?" He questioned. "I mean if you don't get this fucking knife out of me, you won't be able to hear the rest." You mentioned and he sighed before telling you to take a deep breath.

Peter came back just in time to see Harry pull out the knife. Taking the knife from Harry, he placed it on a towel before handing over the bandages. "I can heal it if you want. Just the major part. You'll still have the scar and might need to wear the bandage just in case." Harry told you and you glanced over at the knife before nodding your head. Raising your shirt from behind a little till he was able to see the full wound, he then placed a hand on it. You groaned softly from the contact. "You okay?" Peter asked and you nodded.

Took less than a minute for the job to be done, but when he was, he pulled away and took a paper towel to clean a little bit of the blood around the wound itself. "Mind if I use your restroom to wash the rest of the blood off of my hands?" He asked Peter and all Peter did was nod his head before pointing towards the direction of the bathroom. Once Harry was gone, Peter sat beside you. "How are you feeling?" He asked you. "Like shit." You told him before playing your face in your hands with your elbows propped up on your knees. "If you don't... mind me asking, what happened back there?" He asked. "Me and my 'dead' mother were arguing." You quickly mentioned and he raised an eyebrow. "With knives?" His question made you laugh lightly before it went away just as fast.

"No. We were fighting after she didn't like the fact that what I said was true. Explains exhibit A." You told him as you then pointed at the knife. Nodding his head, Harry came back into the room. "While I bandage you up, you can speak with Harry." Peter told you and you would've done it yourself but allowed the help seeing now he wasn't just offering but felt bad for what happened overall. Sighing, you took off your sweater by knew that now you had to take off your shirt and that was what made you hesitate for a moment. You liked Peter in that way but didn't know how to tell him and you certainly weren't sure if he liked you in return.

Pushing the hesitation out, you decided to take it off and place it to the side of you. The only thing you were wearing now as a top was a black bra. Harry didn't care since he respected you and he knew Peter did as well but he neglected to notice the slight blush appearing on Peter's face when he saw you in just a bra. Turning away from you for a minute, Peter grabbed some of the bandages and alcohol pads. He wanted to made sure the area around the wound was clean before applying the actual bandages.

"Okay, spill." Harry said as he gently threw the rag on the chair near him. "Ever since you... well.. were gone, every time mine would get angry over something she would result into hitting or throwing things. Dad wasn't home at the time due to long hours at his work or when he traveled, so he couldn't really do anything about it; but when he would see marks, bruises or cuts on me, he and Mom would be arguing later on when I went to bed. That was basically one of the many things Dad and I didn't like about her. It was as if she couldn't control her temper anymore and whenever I would talk back, she-..." you started to tell him and he stopped you, already figuring out what must've happened.

"What would happen when Robin went over? Because when she came back home to me, I would find her mad; but she wouldn't be mad at me. She always told me that." Harry told you after he asked. Sighing as you looked at your hands, Peter wrapped a few bandages around your stomach to keep pressure on your wound. "I loved her visits. She would always be so happy to see me. It happened a couple of times when Mom and her would argue about something. One day i was involved and ended up getting my palm sliced. That night.. became violent. Robin had to leave early while Dad held down Mom so she wouldn't hurt her own sister. Supposedly the topic was about Robin wanting to take me into custody after finding out what was going on; but as you can see, that never really happened did it now." You finished telling him.

"No wonder Robin didn't want me going over. She homeschooled me for a long time before allowing me the privilege to go to Midtown. Told me I had to watch out for you because she saw something terrible happening in the future." Harry stated and you looked up at him with a raised eyebrow as Peter finished and started to put all the supplies away. Took a few minutes but after, he was sitting right beside you once again. "What is it? Did she tell you?" You questioned and he shook his head. "No. Whenever I would try to get an answer she would neglect giving me a straight forward answer. All she did tell me however was that it had to do with Hydra.... and Uncle Ryan." Harry admitted.