Spider-Man Oneshots || Peter Parker

Pain

Peter wakes up in pain.

He doesn't remember how he passed out to begin with, but he startles into awareness when he hears screaming and commotion from all around. He keeps his eyes closed yet focuses on the voices, unable to pinpoint who they belong too.

"Press down on the wound."

"What do you think I'm doing."

"You're making it worse, switch positions with me and call for a signal instead- try to get Stark to pick up."

At the mention of Tony, Peter begins to open his eyes, expecting to see the man hovering over his shoulder like he always does whenever Peter was hurt. Instead, he meets the eyes of Clint Barton, examining him with a combination of fear and relief.

"Hey kid, good to see your eyes open," Peter wonders if he was imagining the guilt in Clint's voice, but he doesn't give it too much of a thought.

Peter begins to sit up before he feels two hands pushing him back. Then, Black Widow peers down at him with disapproval in her eyes. "Quit moving around, you're going to make this worse for yourself."

Peter doesn't understand what she's talking about, though before he can ask he feels a surge of pain filter through his torso. He lets out a pained yelp and begins to examine the injury, but Natasha catches his chin before he can take a good look.

"And don't look unless you absolutely have to. Got it?"

Peter blinks up at her, trying to understand the bite in her words. Fatigue distracts Peter from responding and he lets his eyes naturally fall shut, getting ready to sleep.

That is until someone insistently pokes at his cheek, and he lets out a groan.

"Nap time is over Spidey, we need you awake."

Peter chooses to ignore the demands and instead falls back into sweet oblivion. The pain was impossible to handle, and he didn't understand why he had to stay alert when black spots danced over his vision.

The next time Peter wakes up, the taste of copper fills his mouth. He double checks to make sure he has all of his teeth by using the roof of his tongue, and even that feels heavy. The pain in his stomach has become overbearing at this point, and he can't think past the fog in his brain.

How did he get here?

He tries to remember before, and he vaguely recalls Natasha and Clint being next to him. He glances up and sees the two in question, both leaning forward and pressing down at his side. Their mouths were moving but he couldn't understand what they were saying.

He notices blood staining both of their hands, and Peter was pretty certain it was his own. The realization helps him finally find his voice.

"What happened?"

Both Natasha and Clint snap their heads in his direction, looking shocked to see him conscious so soon.

"Don't worry about it little spider," Natasha says, brushing his concerns aside and pulling herself together in mere seconds. Peter shakes his head at that, but when he goes to argue he chokes on his own blood instead.

Natasha moves into action, adjusting his body so Peter was now sitting up. The change in position causes a stinging sensation that Peter doesn't think he's ever felt before, and he suddenly feels the need to throw up.

He warns neither Natasha or Clint as he pukes out the remaining of his lunch, and that combined with the putrid smell of blood makes Peter feel dizzy. He lets out a moan and tries to apologize, but the words are unintelligible even to his own ears.