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Didn’t See it Coming

This is for @hollandroos writing challenge Peter Parker Oneshot

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“I’m hurt, I can’t- fuck.”

“No, you’ll be okay, yeah? hold on for a bit longer.”

-warnings- angst, swearing, violence, injury

A/N: I’m sorry if my medical facts aren’t 100% accurate! Google only helps so much :/

Y/n’s pov

It’s weird to say that today had been another “normal” HYDRA battle, but it was. HYDRA had sent out agents looking for mutants to kidnap, and the Avengers had been sent in to stop them. We weren’t outnumbered, they weren’t quick enough, and it was obvious we were going to win this fight. That was until I got shot.

Backing up a little bit; we had contained what we thought was all of HYDRA’s agents, and we were getting ready to ship them off to a nice prison somewhere in the middle of the pacific ocean. My boyfriend, Peter Parker also known as Spiderman, was leading the cuffed agents into the armoured truck while I followed behind the group. Tony and the rest of the team were already on the quinjet waiting for us.

Turns out we missed one agent with incredibly good aim.

Two gunshots went off. I turned towards the sound as I feel a flash of pain in my stomach and right bicep. Normally, I can manipulate others’ minds. If I had seen someone aiming a gun at me, I would’ve convinced them not to shoot, and instead drop their weapon. I didn’t get that chance here.

“Dammit,” I curse as I drop to my knees and grip my stomach with my left arm. Blood starts to drip down my right arm and pools around me. Next thing I know, Peter is on his knees in front of me with his hand putting pressure on the hole in my arm.

“Fuck y/n, look at me. What happened??” Peter’s asking me while trying to keep me awake and looking at him.

“Didn’t...see...him…” I choke out, but it’s getting harder and harder to breath, and I can’t focus on Peter.

“Come on babe, you gotta get up. We gotta get you to the jet. Come on please!” He’s holding me up completely by this point.

“I’m hurt, I can’t- fuck.”

“No, you’ll be okay, yeah? hold on for a bit longer.” I nod at him, but I’m slumped in his arms. He’s using his earpiece to call over Mr. Stark and the rest of the team, but I couldn’t tell you what they’re saying. Black starts to form around the edges of my vision and my breathing becomes shallow. There’s a lot of movement, which I assume is Peter carrying me to the quinjet. He sets me down and there’s a lot of hands touching me. Some are shaking me, one’s putting an IV in my arm, another is trying to get pieces of my suit off so they can get to the bullet wounds, and one more is brushing my hair out of my face. The pain becomes too much and I pass out.

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Peter’s pov

I should’ve been watching her. I should’ve done more. I was so tired, and I just wanted the mission to be over. And now she’s on life support.

She passed out on the quinjet, despite all of our pleas for her to stay awake. Tony began checking her vitals. 38% blood loss, which is bad. Decreasing blood pressure, very bad. BPM of 132, still bad. Tony orders everyone but Bruce out, but they have to drag me kicking and screaming.

“HELP HER! Help her, please!” I plead as I bang on the door, “She’s everything to me.” I sink to the floor and pull my knees to my chest, “I need her.” There’s no way to stop the tears running down my face.

Once we land she’s rushed off to the medical bay by Tony and Bruce. I go to follow them, but Natasha pulls me back, “They’ll fix her, don’t worry.” I look back at the door and nod. The rest of the team starts to clean up the jet, and I head back to my room.

Normally y/n would come back to my room with me, we’d help each other clean ourselves up, and we’d sleep off the exhaustion we gained on the mission. But she’s not here, so walking back to our room feel even more exhausting. I don’t have the energy to shower, so I just sit and stare at the walls. This feels useless. I feel useless. I’m Spiderman. I help people everyday, but there’s nothing I can do to help my own girlfriend.

There’s a knock at my door, and Tony’s standing there. “She’s stable, but she’s in a medically induced coma. We’re trying to see if her body will start to repair itself, with the help of her powers.” I physically feel a weight lifter from my shoulders. “You can go see her,” Tony didn’t need to finish that sentence before I was out the door. She’s going to be okay.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~2 weeks later~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I sit with her everyday. The only time I leave is to go get food, and even then sometimes Tony brings me food so I don’t have to leave. Her condition had been increasing, and Dr. Banner says she should wake up any day now. I miss her so much, but the entire has definitely noticed her absence. There’s not as much laughter in the tower. Her contagious smile is long overdue.

As if on cue, her heart rate picks up and she starts to stir.

“Y/n?”

“Peter,” she smiles. I press my lips to hers as gently as I can, and wrap my arms around her shoulders. It feels good to hold her again.

“I missed you so much babygirl,” I feel a single tear run down my cheek.

“How long has it been?” I can see the concern in her eyes.

“About 2 weeks because Tony and Bruce thought it’d be best to let your powers try to heal yourself, but it doesn’t matter how long it’s been. You’re here, and you’re alive. Thank God you’re alive,” I take her hand, “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you, y/n. You’re my everything. I sat in this room everyday because I had to know you were okay every second. I couldn’t risk not watching you again. I love you, and shouldn’t have waited so long to tell you that.”

“Peter…” She breathes with a smile still on her face. I lean in again and kiss her like I’ve never kissed her before. Everything I had felt these last two weeks; stress, anxiety, heartache, it all disappeared when I felt her lips pressed against mine.

“I love you too.”

We still have a long way to go with her recovery. Physical therapy and rehabilitation, mainly, but our journey together is far from over. And I’ll be here for her. Every step of the way.

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