CW: past death of a loved one/parent, hospitalization, slight mention of medical procedures and needles, past trauma, death/dying, swearing
Peter's POV
I groaned, opening my eyes. Wires covered my bodies, a machine beeped next to me, and MJ sat next to my bed, skin dull and pale from the harsh hospital lights.
She met my eyes and ran to my bedside. "Peter!"
"Wuh' happened?" I said, voice hoarse.
"I found you unconscious outside the convention centre. You wouldn't wake up so I called 9-1-1. You were hypothermic and your heart-" Her voice cracked and I pulled her shaky form into my arms. Since Thanos, the saying, death is about those left behind, has made perfect sense. I just get to wake up in a hospital bed. She...I know how hard it is to watch someone you love die.
Sniffling, she pulled back. "Dr. Banner ran some tests and it looks like as your powers increase so does your similarity to spiders. And some breeds of spiders, with longer life spans, hibernate in the winter. But...fuck, Pete I thought you were gonna die."
I grabbed her cheeks and met her eyes. "It's okay MJ. I'm okay."
A/N: So, this was a fun little story. I hope you enjoyed. I have one other similar short Spider-man story I'm planning on posting, one on the backburner and an idea for a longer story. So, if you enjoyed keep an eye out. Thanks for reading I'd love any reviews.