A/N: I would just like to clarify before y'all read this that Daisy has been aged down and Peter has been aged up, so instead of like an eleven year age gap it's only like a four year age gap. Okay, here's chapter fourteen, I hope y'all enjoy!
Disclaimer: I'm still broke, so I don't have enough money to own Marvel.
Fourteen
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Beep. Beep.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Daisy sat next to Peter's bedside in the Med Bay, her eyes closed as she listened to the steady beeping of the heart monitor. Her hand wrapped around his, bringing it to her lips as she held on like it was a lifeline.
He'd almost died.
He had died. He'd flatlined several times when they were trying to save him. Despite his super strength and his speed-healing, the stab wound had been too deep. He'd lost an incredible amount of blood, and the blade had cut his stomach and another major intestine.
He was lucky. It was an incredibly close call, and Daisy had been there the entire time, holding his hand and crying silently.
She remembered when they had walked into the room the week before. She remembered the Avengers webbed to the walls for safety, their struggling, their cries to help Peter. She remembered seeing him lying there, covered in blood with the knife sticking out of his abdomen… She remembered thinking she'd never get to see his shocking chestnut eyes or his bright smile ever again.
The first thing she'd done when she saw him lying there, half dead, was collapse into Fitz's arms and sob. The ground had begun to shake, and she'd hardly been able to control her powers. Coulson had to snap her out of it by shaking her gently and telling her that unless they helped him, Peter wouldn't make it.
And now, here he was, a week later, still asleep and unresponsive.
"Hey, Peter," she mumbled against his hand, her voice hoarse from crying. "They say that you might be able to hear me talk, so… I'm going to talk. Okay?" She paused and swallowed, her hair falling into her face as she looked down at his muscular form lying on the bed. Even after being stabbed and nearly dying, he still looked good, aside from being pale and slightly thinner. "I hate this," she continued, her voice cracking. "I hate not knowing if you'll wake up, I hate not being able to hear your voice. I miss you spinning me around for no reason, I mis splaying pranks on FitzSimmons with you, I miss you calling me Skye Blue… I miss you, Peter. So much it hurts. So, come back. If not to help us take down the girl that did this to you, then for me. Because I… I need you, Peter. I need you and I love you, so much, and this waiting is practically killing me inside."
She took a deep, shaky breath and reached out and smoothed the thin blanket covering his body. She let go of his hand and stood slowly to leave, wanting fresh air after admitting her hidden feelings out loud.
"I'll… I'll be back in a minute," she mumbled, turning around.
"Stay."
She froze, and slowly turned around, not daring to hope.
He was there. Awake, sitting up slowly in the bed and wincing slightly in pain.
"C'mon," he smiled softly, a gentle look in his eyes. "You're going to admit that you love me and then just walk away? Stay."
She huffed a small laugh that led to an ecstatic, feminine laugh as she launched herself at him and gently wrapped him in an embrace, careful to avoid his still-healing abdomen.
"You scared me, Peter," she mumbled into his neck as he pulled her into his lap to hug her better. "Don't… don't do that again."
He gently grabbed her chin and lifted her head to look into her eyes.
"I'm okay, Daisy," he murmured, pushing a lock of hair out of her face. "I'm sorry I scared you."
"You flatlined," she whispered, her hands resting gently on his chest like she was afraid he would disappear if she wasn't touching him. "Four times, Peter."
He brushed his nose against hers, both of their eyes falling closed.
"I'm so sorry," he murmured, his breath- minty- fanning her face and making her blush.
His fingers brushed softly back and forth against her hips, and she shivered slightly at the contact.
She opened her eyes to see him looking at her with a soft smile on his face.
"What?" she whispered, and he chuckled, wincing slightly.
"Nothing," he murmured in response. "You're just…"
He shook his head, and an emotion she couldn't decipher entered his eyes.
"I'm just what?"
He responded by leaning in and gently pressing his lips to hers. She gasped quietly, not expecting it, but kissed him back just as softly.
"I love you too, Skye Blue," he murmured against her lips. "Always have. Always will."
She laughed, her eyes twinkling, and kissed him again, knowing that they would be okay.
