He was staring at a white ceiling. There was a throbbing in the side of his head and he groaned, shifting in the bed he was in. He sat up slowly, not wanting to aggravate the wounds he apparently had, and wondered exactly why he was in a hospital. He looked around and saw flowers sitting in a vase to his left, many cards saying "I hope you get better, Pete!" and "Wake up soon!" sitting beside the vase. He noticed that the month was October and the day was the 13th. It was a Friday. Friday the 13th. Somehow that gave him chills.
A nurse walked into the room and gasped when she saw him sitting up. He wondered why she seemed so shocked. He tried to say something but his voice cracked a bit as soon as he did. He placed a hand on his throat, noticing how exceptionally parched he was. The nurse seemed to notice and quickly came over pouring him a glass of water and handing it to him. He took the glass and drank the water slowly, allowing it to easily slide down his dry throat. Once he finished he sat the glass down.
He would've spoken up when the nurse quickly shushed him.
"I'll go call your family, alright? They'll be so thrilled to know that you're awake!" she said. She left the room to get a doctor and to apparently call his family. He scratched the back of his head a bit at that and stopped completely when he felt a long scar. His eyes widened a bit and he rubbed over the scar a bit more, noticing that it was completely healed. Where had he gotten this?
He sat there in the bed for a little longer before throwing his legs over the side to stand and find out a few things. First things first, he had to pee. He walked over to the bathroom in the room and did his business. He looked in the mirror after washing his hands and frowned, eyebrows furrowed. There was someone in the mirror… It took a moment before it dawned on him that that was himself. He took a step back and dried his hands, walking out of the bathroom and back to bed.
By this time the nurse was back, and he got to read her name tag. She was apparently Nurse Nancy and the doctor with her was Doctor Faraday. The doctor walked over to him and sat him down on the bed. She checked his eyes, ears, mouth, and heart rate before deciding he was just fine. He wondered why he wouldn't be fine. Aside from the scar on his head, everything else was okay. He looked down at his hands as Nurse Nancy put a tray of food onto his lap, telling him to eat.
Doctor Faraday smiled at him and placed two pills on the tray next to his food. She told him to take those as soon as he was done eating since they would help with any sudden pains he may have after eating. He nodded and the two women left, leaving him alone. He ate slowly, the food feeling like a foreign substance on his tongue. He drank more water when he was finished and took the two pills before sitting back once more. His eye lids drooped and he fell asleep once more.
When he woke up again there were people in the room standing over him. He counted six in all and wondered what they were doing there. He didn't recognize any of them as people he knew. As a matter of fact, he noticed, he didn't remember anyone. Not a single person. He didn't know what hospital this was either. He had no remembrance of anything. He knew basic things like math and how to read, but he couldn't remember the faces all watching him worriedly or their names.
"Peter?" Someone said, and he looked over to see that the person who had spoken was a blond man with blue eyes. He tilted his head curiously at the name.
"Peter?" he mimicked, confusion showing in his voice. "Who's Peter?"
Short first chapter yes, I know. But I promise to try to make them longer. I'm not good with detail and this is my first Domestic!Avengers story, but I shall try my best to make it a good one. Will update when it's possible.