Prompt: Hell yeah Spideynova prompt: Peter ends up breaking both legs and his pelvis when protecting Sam from getting hit by the juggernaut.

Rating: PG-13

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Eee, sorry for dumping/spamming! _ I've put off posting these to ffn because it is a pain in the tush. There are others rated higher that PG-13 on AO3

Sam allowed himself to fall into the chair Luke wordlessly pushed near the hospital bed. He looked over at his unconscious friend, wondering how it had gone so wrong.

And, truthfully, he blamed himself. He was Juggernaut's target, not Peter.

It was all a blur; one moment he had been about to be railed, then the next he was pulled away by Peter's webbing. It wasn't enough to get him out of the way completely, but instead of a full body slam, the Juggernaut only got a glancing blow in. It still sent him flying sideways, but it was better than a full body slam.

Sam rubbed his side where he should be hurting. The Nova Force already healed his cracked rib, but the memory of the pain still lingered.

After he was thrown to the side, the Juggernaut turned to Peter. The two of them were holding him off until backup arrived, but one wrong move meant Sam was temporarily a sitting duck.

All it took was those few seconds. He heard the hit, the sickening crack of bones, and he had known Peter was down. He knew before he saw the unnatural bend of his legs. Sam distracted their enemy, giving Peter the precious seconds he needed before their backup arrived.

And now, he stared at his friend, blaming himself for not being fast enough to get out of the way. Peter was laying there with his legs in casts because he pulled the Juggernaut away from him.

He wasn't sure when he fell asleep. But movement pulled him awake. He caught the doctor leaving and realized Peter was awake.

So, Sam said exactly what his groggy mind supplied. "Idiot. You could have died."

He expected an eye roll and a snarky comeback about how Spider-Man was too cool to die. And maybe Peter was high on painkillers, because what came out of his mouth was: "I'd die for you."

"What? Idiot!" Why did the idea of Peter dieing unsettle him so much? In their line of work it was always a possibility. Maybe it was too fresh, Sam reasoned.

"If it came right down to me and you -You know it's true, Baby I'd die for you."

Sam shook his head. "How high are you? Did you just try to sing Bon Jovi at me?"

"It's true though."

Sam pulled the blanket and tucked it around Peter. "Sleep it off, dude."

"Wait!" Peter gripped his wrist. "It was on the radio before they took me into surgery. And it's true."

"Sleep, dude."

"If you could see inside my heart-"

"Stop." Sam tightened his grip on the sheet.

"Then you would understand-"

"Parker."

At least he seemed to be giving into his drowsiness.

"I'd never mean to hurt you-"

"Dammit Peter."

"Baby I'm not that kind of man-"

"I'm leaving."

"You don't feel the same, do you?"

Sam sighed and sat back down. "Peter, I have no idea what you are saying." He had an idea, but the whole thing seemed surreal.

Peter fought against the sleep he needed. "Sam…"

Sam leaned over the bed and pushed Peter's shoulder back against the bed. He sighed, knowing just what to say to make Peter relax.

Peter smiled at his words, letting sleep overtake him.

Sam sat back down, leaning forward to let his head rest against the side of the bed. To the quiet room he repeated, "I'd die for you too."