Ice poured through Sam's body at the words. "Parker?" He asked cautiously, his brow furrowing. A rather large part of his brain was hoping that he was still asleep. "I'm Sam, one of your teammates." For some reason, the idea of Peter not remembering him . . . . hurt. A lot. Shouldn't that be a good thing? Peter wouldn't remember him getting hurt, and it wasn't like Peter liked him that much anyways. They could just restart, right?
Okay, that was completely incorrect, seeing as Peter would just find out from the rest of their team, but still.
Sitting up a bit straighter, Peter began to look around the room from the bed. "Teammates?" He echoed, looking confused. "What teammates? What is this place?"
It was making it worse as he watched Peter go on, the fact that the genius didn't recognize him causing an odd pain in his chest. "It's the S.H.I.E.L.D Hellicarrier, you work for them. You're on a team with me, and three other people our age." Clearing his throat, Sam rested his elbow on the bed.
"What do we do? What's S.H.I.E.L.D?"
"We're uh. . . . heroes." It sounded funny, just saying it flat out, but Sam could only give a shrug. "And S.H.I.E.L.D. stands for Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division." It took a moment to rattle it off, and Peter didn't even seem to care by the time he was finished. So he didn't change that much, Sam thought.
"And who are you again?" He asked, tipping his head to the left.
"I'm Sam."
"Really?" Peter's brow furrowed at that. "You don't look like a Sam."
"Then what do I look like?" He asked, sounding a bit incredulous.
"Eh. I'd say. . . ." He set his mouth in a thin line as he thought, before he suddenly perked up. "I know! You look like you should be called. . . ." He lifted up his hands to draw a pretend rainbow on which the name would be rested, "Captain Bucket-Head."
Sam's expression turned from depressed to surprised/relieved/annoyed in such a short amount of time that Peter burst into chuckles. "You suck!" Sam accused, swiping the pillow out from behind Peter before hitting it over his head.
"Hey, calm down there, Sparky, I'm still sore." Catching the pillow as it came down for the next hit, Peter laughed again.
"That was mean, even for you Parker." Dropping his head into his hands, Sam hid embarrassed and red face.
"Oh, like you were a picnic today. For being a guy who deals with fire on a daily basis; that was cold of you earlier." Resting his pillow on his lap, Peter let out a groan as he shifted his shoulder. "Man, Juggernaut can pack one heck of a punch."
"I'd guess so. You were pretty much Jello for a while." Sitting up a bit straighter before rubbing at his eyes, Sam couldn't help but chuckle. "I melted him, if that helps."
Peter's mouth slowly lifted into a smile before he let out a snigger, "Alright, it helps a little." Looking around the dark room, he raised an eyebrow. "How long was I out?"
Sam grabbed his phone from the end table and clicked one of the side buttons, causing the screen to light up and the teen to shy away from the light. After a second, he squinted before looking at the screen one more time and shut it off again, rubbing at his eyes. "Fourteen hours. It's three AM."
"And what time did you get here?" Peter asked, yawning.
Sam scoffed with a chuckle. "The same time you did? I brought you here." Peter blinked a few times at that before putting two and two together.
"You haven't left?" He asked, sounding genuinely surprised.
"No. I'm the reason you're here, why would I leave?" Sam raised an eyebrow before realizing how that sounded, and cleared his throat. "And, you know, I didn't have anything else to do. You know, boredom and stuff."
Shaking his head, Half of Peter's mouth lifted up into a smile. "Well, glad my unconscious body could waste your extra time," He jibbed, putting the pillow behind his head as he sat back.
"Not a problem, Parker."
(Sorry this chapter is so short, but I didn't have much time to write it. The next chapter will be longer and better, I promise :3 Don't forget to R&R, and thank you lovely readers)