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– This is worse than I imagined... –Peter Parker thought. Wishing at least to be able to enjoy this, to be able to relax and to be able to rest as it should. But it just wasn't working.
I look out the window, seeing the moonlight peeking out beyond the window and lighting up the hospital room. White walls and a drug smell that made her horribly nauseous and want to jump out the window in his suit, and swing, preferably, to New Jersey.
But that wouldn't be possible anymore, not right now at least, he didn't have his suit and he didn't have his web shooters with him either. So the options for him to get away somewhere away from this room, and this hospital, were slimmed down to none at the moment.
The accident with the U-Foes left him in a way he had never been before: injured, weak, and worst of all, in the ER. Something that had never happened to him before, he never needed to go to the hospital, not since he obtained his powers they were in charge of always having him at the top of his capacity. But now, his powers were no longer reliable; he couldn't use even the slightest fraction of his strength and immediately felt like his muscles would break or give out, he couldn't stand or walk even two steps before he hit the ground, and his Spider-Sense was the worst part: totally out of control. What had once been his most trusted power was now an inferno of pain.
– I am confined to this bed... Maybe forever... –he thought; Feeling a stab of pain shoot through him suddenly so he had to clench his teeth to keep from crying out. The last thing she needed right now was for the doctors to rush through the door to attend to another one of her pains, and try to determine what was causing it, only to come to the same old conclusion: nothing, or rather, they didn't know. what was causing them in the first place.
That would only mean more bad news, or, to put it another way; bad news for his Aunt May and for Mary Jane, and Peter just didn't want that. He had already caused both women enough headaches, he didn't want to worry them more than necessary and bring them more problems, especially when it was just a simple annoyance that appeared and disappeared randomly.
Mary Jane had had to catch a sudden flight as soon as possible from Los Angeles to New York. Relatively recently, the redhead had been living her big moment: being chosen to be the co -star in a big movie about to be released. But the call from her that she had received from the hospital, because she was one of Peter's emergency contacts, had made her abandon filming and all of her work to go take care of her superhero ex-boyfriend.
Peter, repentant and very embarrassed, had apologized profusely to her for causing her so much trouble, trying to assure her that he was fine and would recover soon, despite the immense pain he was going through at the time: he had asked her not to worry. for him and return to Los Angeles.
"Not crazy... I'm not going anywhere, Tigre. Prepare to have me on top of you like an Eagle, I'll stay with you no matter what happens until you're fully recovered"
Those had been his words when he answered her, with determination and a look of pure seriousness on his face; in a way Peter had rarely seen her in her life. Y; Said and done, the woman had stayed to take care of him in the company of her aunt.
Mary Jane Watson was a beautiful angel who had come down from heaven to watch over him... And Peter felt he didn't deserve it.
" I really don't deserve her...I don't deserve anything she and Aunt May do for me, " Peter thought. The pain slowly fading away, leaving behind its mere effects: a sweaty forehead and a slight soreness in the jaw, luckily this time his spider-sense had decided to have a little mercy tonight and stayed off for less torture, and to his great joy.
He looked out the window, noting that, despite the work of the hospital's maintenance team, he could still see the slightest trace of the message Felicia had left there for him, and that had been a bit difficult to explain to those at the hospital. Felicia Hardy had also been very attentive to his health, much to her own surprise, she often visited him throughout the day, even in her secret identity as the Black Cat . The expert thief always made sure to leave him a message written on the window in her lipstick, and a kiss as her signature, when she found him asleep during the time of her visit.
Most of the time I wrote funny things or just simple things. At other times, he wrote some things that made him red and nervous, and that brought a frown to Mary Jane's face.
He hadn't expected such concern and attention from Felicia, of course, they were both good friends, to put it one way. But the thief had hated him for a long time, although Peter was able to fix his relationship with Felicia after some time and a little effort, getting them to put the past behind them and start over from scratch. However, he had not expected this result, really; he would have expected her to still hold some grudge against him and he would have understood. But that hadn't been the case, and Peter was grateful for that.
Although what had really left him amazed: seeing Mary Jane and Felicia get along strangely well with each other, for anyone else it would have been something completely normal, and for the staff and other people in the hospital it was. But Peter knew both women and the story behind them, and he knew that a friendship between the two was not something usual. Not that there was any hatred between the beautiful women, but they had never exactly been friendly to each other.
But that, strangely, seemed to have changed now.
Peter turned his gaze to the blank ceiling. "I wonder how it happened…" he whispered to himself.
He would have liked to know how that friendship had come about, but due to the state of his body, and because of his spider-sense, he spent more time passed out, or asleep, than awake. Therefore; It was very difficult for him to keep track of the sudden friendship that emerged between: Mary Jane Watson and Felicia Hardy, he did not know when it happened or what motivated them to forge a friendship, but he felt happy for both. Although Peter couldn't help but feel some discomfort seeing two of his ex living together so peacefully and so comfortably, mostly because he felt that there was something more to that sudden friendship and that neither wanted to tell him about it.
-How could that thing have happened?
He reconsidered things for a second, literally, Peter had to force himself not to rush out of his bed as he let out a terrified scream and adopted a defensive pose. Instead, I gently turn my head from side to side, trying to locate the source of the unfamiliar voice. "Okay, I'm going crazy listening to things where there is, absolutely , nothing. That should send up enough red flags for-
–Peter...
–¡Arrgh!
Peter tried to move only to end up letting out a cry of pain; feeling a wave of torment run through him from his knees to his chest, and his head began to spin. His body swayed off the stretcher, but his arms held him from ending up on the hard floor, and took him back to his previous place.
"Peter-Peter." Calm down, it's me... It's just me... Calm down...
The voice kept talking, I could hear him whispering, but I couldn't see anyone. She felt a hand come to rest on her head and gently stroke her hair, and the side of her face gently. He felt dizzy and nauseated, a feeling started to well up in the back of his head... And Peter knew immediately that his spider-sense was going to put him to sleep.
– Shh ... Shhh ... Sleep, Peter, you know you need it. I'll be here when you wake up. I'll be with you from now on
...
She had passed out, again , she knew, although what she didn't know was if it had been minutes or hours. She hoped it hadn't been days.
His eyes felt heavy and his vision was blurry, yet Peter fought the urge to fall back asleep, and tried to stay awake. -Ugh...
–Peter...
Suddenly, his hazy peripheral vision was smeared with gold and a little blue. That disconcerted him greatly, and made him blink several times, his vision getting clearer little by little every second... - Wh-what?
-Are you okay? I got really scared when I saw that-
"Susan, what are you doing here?"
Susan Richards wrinkled her nose, and Peter had to hold back the comment about how cute and cuddly she looked at that moment, instead he decided to reformulate his question: "S-sorry, what I mean is: how did they let you in?" ? Visiting hours already passed a few hours ago...
The Fantastic Four woman didn't reply verbally, she simply raised her hand and made it disappear, while a soft smile slowly emerged on her lips. It took a few seconds for Peter to realize her implication: she had sneaked into the room. And he also realized at that moment that she was not wearing her FF4 costume, but she was dressed in civilian clothes.
"Well, I guess that explains it," Peter said softly. "Thanks for coming to see me, Sue." Though you didn't need to go to all that trouble.
Susan shook her head. Yes, if it was necessary. S-sorry I didn't come earlier, I…my God, Peter…what have they done to you?" She frowned, and a sad look crossed her face. It reminded Peter of the same look that MJ and Felicia had, also his aunt May, when they came to visit him and found him in one of his episodes of pain. He would have wanted, at that very moment, to hold her hands and drive away that concern and sadness, assure them that she was fine and nothing was wrong with her... –It's the first time I've seen you so... vulnerable, in so much pain and. ..-Susan said, stopping and taking her hand to hold Peter's, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"And so weak, and looking so pathetic," Peter blurted out weakly, giggling.
His laugh died when he saw the countenance adopted by the lace, she did not look happy. -That was not what I was going to say...
"I dunno…" I sigh. "It was what I said," she replied sourly; her voice tired and hoarse from her, with her throat sore from so many cries of pain. Susan's face at that moment contracted in a dissatisfied grimace, Peter already knew what was coming, so he quickly moved forward to bury the subject. "I'm so glad to see you, Sue. Let's talk about something else: did you see Rosa, the nurse in the pink scrubs with pink rose prints? It turns out that she steals the donuts from the cafeteria area, I won't tell you how I found out, I'm just going to tell you that-
Peter had to stop abruptly, a violent coughing fit attacking him and pain rising like a root in his chest, falling backwards onto his gurney. In less than a second, Susan was at his side, holding a glass of cool water to his lips; giving her a drink, while she stroked her hair gently.
"You have to take it easy, Peter," Susan admonished; placing the glass on a nearby table and taking a seat on one side of the table. She gently caressed the man's hand with spider-like powers.
Peter exhaled several breaths, looking at the doily with a grateful look, and slightly embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Sue. It's just being here... I'm not used to this, you know? It's been weeks," he said, with some impatience in his voice.
"I understand why you want to get out of here, Peter. But you are not yet fully recovered to the best of your ability, leaving early, and rushing back to the streets as Spider-Man could only bring you one thing: death–Susan explained with soft, and obvious fear. Peter tried to say something, but she beat him to it: "I don't want to hear anything about: 'This is my duty. The city needs me.' You're going to rest and that's the end point. Understood, Mr. Parker!" She said seriously.
" Got it , Mom ," Peter said, rolling his eyes. The fantastic blonde looked at him irritably. "Damn, I was just going to tell you that you're right, Sue." But you rushed in and brought out the mama bear in you.
Susan took on a disoriented look, blinking a few times in confusion... Soon, she began to blush, as she cringed in on herself with embarrassment filling her features. Peter laughed lightly at that.
She sighed, shaking her head to ward off her blush. -It's good that one of us has fun
-I have to take advantage. Not much fun to be had around here." Peter smiled, and she smiled back.
Neither said anything else, and both were simply enjoying the brief pleasant silence.
Peter watched her closely. Susan nodded absently looking at an unspecified point in the room, the soft fingers of her hand tracing patterns in the palm of Peter's hand, her mind racing with thousands of thoughts without stopping at one in particular, and the look on her face angelic, slowly acquiring a more somber one.
She obviously didn't realize it, but Peter did.
"Susan…" He closed his palm, trapping Susan's fingers. She looked at him in silence. "Are you okay?" Something bothers you? Did something happen with the children?" Peter asked with concern.
Biting the inside of her cheek, she shook her head gently. 'No, it's nothing like that, Peter. The kids are perfectly fine... It's just-
"...It's Reed," Parker managed to say.
She was silent, and her gaze fell to her lap. That was all the confirmation Peter needed.
Reed Richards was a great man, a brilliant genius, and one of the best when it comes to science and diplomacy. He had discovered entire worlds and civilizations, and formed one of the best superhero teams in the world that, more than just a team, were more like a family. But not everything could be perfect, Reed might be the best scientist and genius in the world, but he certainly didn't come close, not even slightly, to making a good father and husband.
Reed's hours were consumed by the lab; So many projects to finish, so many scientific equations to crack, new worlds, civilizations and cultures to discover. All of this left little or no time to spend with his wife and children, which made Franklin and Valeria very sad, and irritated Susan.
But what really angered Susan was that, even aware of the fact of the situation, the impact of her neglect on her children, Reed did nothing to fix it. No matter how many arguments the fantastic marriage had, or how much the fantastic genius promised his wife that he would fix it, nothing changed, and only the broken promises were left behind, with Susan and the children to pick up the pieces.
Peter knew this, he had seen it with his own eyes, and he had always been there to support Susan with her children. Many were the occasions that he had spoken, and spent quality time with the children in place of his father.
His relationship with the Richards children was very good, Franklin saw him as a role model, Spider-Man was his idol and the boy was always excited to see him. Valeria was a genius girl, with an intelligence that surpassed that of her father and left Peter's far behind, however, the spider hero treated her as an equal and that made the young woman happy.
She tried to run away from Peter's piercing gaze. "I-I don't want to bother you, Peter." This is something of mine, you don't have to worry about anything...– she said softly. She gave him a delicate smile.
-Don't say that; I will always care about you, and the children... and even Johnny. Who knows what that idiot would do if we don't take good care of him," he answered, rolling his eyes. Getting a soft laugh from Susan. –Sue, you are an incredible woman, you are beautiful and intelligent…Look at you! Mother of two wonderful children, and the most powerful member of the Fantastic Four, you are the envy of many women on the planet. Reed is very lucky to have you, and he may be a good friend, but don't let whatever he says or does get to you... You deserve better, Sue.
Peter's hazel eyes met Susan's crystal blue eyes. For a moment the room was filled with a profound silence, neither of them said a word, Susan watched him in silence, and Peter began to wonder if, perhaps, he had talked too much and, as always, ended up screwing up. .
–Susan...
She raised her free hand, stopping him in the act, and slowly rose from the gurney, sliding her other hand free from Peter's palm. He let her go without hindrance; her mind concentrated on her, working in milliseconds, different expressions or synonyms to say: 'sorry' coming soon to her mind, and searching among all the ones that least made him sound so desperate or pitiful.
He bit his tongue hard, feeling a small cut and the metallic taste of blood plaguing his palate. Susan didn't need this, she didn't need to be moved by him, she was a woman with her own problems and she didn't deserve to carry someone else's, she didn't have to feel sorry for him.
She had only wanted to visit a dear friend in the hospital, she didn't want awkward or nosy conversations, but Peter had to ruin it. Again.
'Thanks, Luck Parker,' he thought bitterly.
"Sorry, Peter… It's… I'm tired. I… I have to go and… I'm sorry," she quickly excused herself. Susan accommodated Peter; she pulling the sheets up to the hospitalized hero's chest. "I think tomorrow I'll come to visit you, and I'll also see if I can bring the children to see you." she tries to rest
She moved closer, placing a warm kiss on his forehead, then walked away towards the door as she slowly made herself invisible.
"Susan..." I call, stopping the aforementioned. She turned her head to look at him, half her body out of sight. -I am sorry
Susan blinked, uncertainty dancing in her gaze. "It's okay, Peter," she said simply, raising her hand in farewell.
And soon: she was completely out of his sight.
Peter wouldn't be surprised if she decided to stay away from now on.
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