Chapter 2

peters POV:

I help tony carry her to my car and she mumbles something illegible. My hand catches her cold, pale skin, making me realise how much pain she must be in. I go to get in the front of the car but tony pulls me away, ” you’re in no state to drive.” Rushing, i nearly trip as i get in the passenger side, my heart thrumming whilst we drive.

When we arrive, i fling open the decaying door, nearly knocking it off of its hinges. Y/n, laying on the seat unconscious, looked half-dead, slowly opens her eyes and groans in pain “ow”. We both put one of her arms over our shoulders as we help her walk inside. Miss romanoff runs over with a perplexed look on her face. “What the hell happened!” She questions me as though it were my fault. Before I can answer mr stark rushes her to Bruce in med-bay. Thoughts plummet into my head. Was this my fault? Could I have prevented this from happening?

Impatient, I try to peak through the doors to get a glimpse at how she was, but before I can, Pietro pushes me back, slamming me into a wall. “She’s alright!” with those two words relief washes over me draining the feelings of guilt and worry from inside of me. “But you can’t go in there in this state: you need to be checked out. Come on I’ll help you.” he says in a calming tone. I follow him into what I assume was another medical room. The walls are clean, white and pristine with a sickening smell of bleach. The smell is making me dizzy. I sit down trying not to burden Pietro. But the room keeps spinning. Pietro is examining my newly formed bruise on my face, that’s when it all goes blank.

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Pietro pov: Peter appears to be behaving differently from earlier; he seems on edge. I ignore the overwhelming feeling that something bad was going to happen and start to examine the bruises from god knows what. He almost sways a little as i work on him. Suddenly, he crashes to the floor, out cold. “HELP!” I shout after rushing to his side. Wanda, Nat and bruce burst through the door and help me lift him on the bed. Bruce checks him over. “I think its just a concussion which isnt surprising, but ill need to run tests to be certain.” I let out a deep breath of relief. Once bruce finishes looking him over, everyone but bruce leaves and i sit near his bed side. Bruce decides to fill the silence, “you two are cute together you know” “oh we arent together, we dont see each other in that way” He pulls his glasses to the end of his nose and looks at me for a moment. “Maybe YOU dont see him that way but he definitely looks at you that way” With that i turn around and think about what Brice might be seeing between us.

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y/n POV:
I slowly begin to wake up. Bewildered by where I was, I gaze around at the unfamiliar room, mesmerised by its design. I unsteadily get on to my feet when someone walks in.

“I suggest you don’t do that.” the stranger warns me. “You need a lot of bed rest!” Perplexed I ask, “who are you?” The man looks at me with a confused expression wiped on his face. “who am I? I am Tony Stark!” he replies looking ecstatic and proud. I become even more confused by this. “Who?” the excitement fades from his face. A few minutes pass before he straightens up abruptly as if he had an idea. “I’m one of peters few trusted friends” he explains. I have so many questions. “Where is Peter? Where am I? How did I get here?” Instantaneously, Peter strolls through the door, swaying a little as he walks. “We are at avengers tower. We needed help and they offered.”