So for my very first Whumptober in 2018, which I started late, on day 16, I wrote a prompt, Bedridden, which started a series I called my Tiny Penny Parker series. And I have loved it. I put it up on A03 as The Father Daughter Dance, and had so much fun writing these interconnected one-shots in which Tony navigates fatherhood after taking in his daughter. And today, I’m finally finishing that series. I hope that you enjoy the final installment in my Tiny Penny Parker series <3
Penny stared at the wall of the sanctum, a pillow propped behind her head, her arm throbbing. There was an IV inserted into the back of her wrist, and her left arm was wrapped in bandages, all the way from her wrist to her shoulder. Maybe more. She couldn’t seem to stay awake for long enough to remember. To lift her shirt to see if any more of her was hurt. Her left eye felt strange…hazy. And her head throbbed in time to her heartbeat. A thick blanket was pulled up to her chest, and when she tried to sit up, it slipped a little. But she couldn’t manage it. Couldn’t push herself upright, instead finding herself flat on her back with a building nausea that seemed to slip away with her consciousness.
When she opened her eyes again, Thor was there. Still tired looking. Still sad. But his long hair had been cut short, shorter than she’d ever seen it, and he was watching her with his strange eyes.
“Missed you,” she slurred a little, fighting to stay awake. She knew she was in the sanctum. She knew that she’d snapped her fingers. She knew that Thanos was gone. Had felt him die, along with all of the others. Had watched them crumble to dust just like she had. How long had she been gone? Dr. Strange had said but she couldn’t remember. How long had it been since her dad had knelt by her side, crying and holding her? Since Thor had carried her through a portal and she’d dropped into this constant hazy reality.
“I missed you as well,” Thor murmured, leaning in, his eyes as soft and kind as ever. Where was everyone? Where was her dad? Suddenly she felt like a little kid again, wanting her father.
“Where were you?”
“I was trapped on another planet. I couldn’t…”
He kept talking, but she was gone again. Asleep. And his words pushed through into her dreams…dreams of an arena and aliens and monsters and…and…a child?
“When is she going to wake up?”
“She’s been awake a few times. She just needs to sleep as much as she can so that she feels better?” That was her father. Who was her dad talking to?
“Do you love me even though she’s back?”