I got ten hours of sleep and I'm still tired. Tf
Peter slowly opened his eyes. He was in a dark room, the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor behind him.
He wasn't really awake, or asleep but in the groggy confused middle. He tried to tear out the IV's mumbling something as if he was still in his dream.
F.R.I.D.A.Y. came from the speakers in a soft voice, "Would you like me to notify Tony you're awake?"
"No, go away." He groaned trying to roll over but something kept his arm in place.
The door opened a few minutes later with one singular doctor. They checked the IV, the chart on the end of the bed, and a few minor reflex things.
"You will probably feel groggy for the next 30 minutes to an hour. That's just the strong sedatives wearing off."
The doctor turned to Peters' arm, "Feeling any pain?"
The younger boy shook his head, only just realizing that it had been wrapped and raised.
"The large amounts of electricity caused a lot of your nerves to die. But we have already seen a shocking amount of reconstruction." He said walking towards Peter and decreasing the drip of is IV. "I think within a few weeks and some physical therapy you would have it pretty normal."
Peter nodded, one of his eyes completely shut the other trying desperately to stay open.
"Don't be worried if you can't move it yet okay? Be careful with it, don't make any sudden movements." He said unhooking his arms form the thing holding it above his head and pushing a button to sit Peter up.
He moved the arm into a sling then left.
He noticed another beeping that didn't match him, along with light breathing of someone else, but slowly let his eyes close again.
~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~
Peter woke up in a cold sweat. He was no longer under the influence of sedatives that could lull him back into sleep, so he sat up trying to catch his breath.
"Bad dream?" A voice asked from his left.
Natasha was sitting up in her bed, eating a cup of jello. The lights being off made it hard to see her fully, but he could tell she had a wrap over her wrist.
"Oh- uh yeah," Peter said laying back down on the bed.
"Want to talk about it?" She asked. Her voice had a hint of tone that showed she cared.
Peter stared at the ceiling, talking about his issues wasn't something he was really used it be a death in the family or the torment of knowing someone out there wanted to kill him, there wasn't really people he could talk to.
"It's just a nightmare- an old memory."
"My nightmares are normally of the first time I killed someone," Natasha said, in a soft calming tone, "I was young, fresh out of the red room and sent on a mission. Deliver a message Ho Yinsen, give us the iron man suit blueprints. I was told if he didn't talk to do whatever was necessary," She said.
Peters turned slightly to be able to look at her. She knows had her arms on both sides of her, her feet dangling over the edge of the bed and her hair clouding her face.
"So you tortured him to death?" Peter asked.
She slowly shook her head, "Torture on him was taking me nowhere and I needed him alive. A little girl that resembled Ho walked in. Poor girl should have walked around the block a few more times."
A shiver ran down the back of Peters back.
"Im sorry," He said in a near whisper, "Mine is stupid. I have it all the time. I just need to get used to it."
"I still get nightmares every night, of the bloody faces of every person I've killed. You'd think that I'd be used to them by know. But I'm not. No matter how strong a person may seem, no one ever can get used to them."
Peter nodded, even though he never said the nightmare outloud, he felt as if he had talked to her about if for hours.
"Pete,r can you do something for me?" She asked, swinging her feet back onto her bed, and laying back.
"Sure, what do you need?" He responded.
"Stop carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders." She said, "This job… We try and save as many people as we can. Sometimes that doesn't mean everybody. You can't let that guilt control your life, if you do nobody will be saved."
"Thank you Mrs. Romanoff."
"Natasha."
"Thank you Natasha."
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When Peter woke again, from a blissful sleep the TV was on in front of him along with the lights. Tony sat between him and Natasha watching the show.
"Hey kid how ya feelin'?" Tony asked.
Peter tried to move the arm in the sling, to scratch his nose but it didn't move.
"Still wont move." Peter mumbled.
"These things take time Pete. It wont' just magically heal overnight." He said, "How'd you sleep?"
Pete smiled, "Not bad actually."
"Your friend Ned stopped by the Tower on his way back from your school."
Tony reached down and pulled out a folder full of papers, "You got some homework."
Peter groaned, because his writing hand was currently paralyzed.
"I took that into consideration when he showed up, and him and I split the work."
Peter opened the folder with the non dominant hand, each paper was marked up with numbers and words, that he didn't care to check over.
"Oh and here's your phone." Tony said standing up and handing it to him, "What do you want to eat?"
"A Delmars Deli sub would be amazing." He said clicking open his phone.
"You want me to tell Happy to drive all the way to Queens to get a sandwich from a deli?" Tony said with a huge grin.
"It's not just any deli. It's Delmars!"
"Fine, but don't blame me if your food gets cold."
That awkward moment when you want to kashoot yourself so you don't have to study anymore.