Live (Part 2/2)
Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Summary: Reader is alive! Reader learns about the aftermath of the Civil War and has a serious discussions with Tony and Peter.
A/N: This wasss all one fic, but I split it up because it was getting really long and worked better in 2 parts. Hope you like it. This is the last part. Be prepared for a fluffy as shit ending! (I hate endings)
Beep… Beep… Beep…
I groaned. What the fuck is that annoying beeping? Am I in a hospital?
“Y/N? Babe?” Peter’s voice came from right next to me, “Are you awake?”
I cracked open my eyes, but the lights were too bright. “P-peter. Th-the lights.”
“Oh, sorry!” He chirped, “FRIDAY, can you turn down the lights a little?”
“Yes, Mister Parker.” The AI responded. “Shall I notify Mr. Stark that Miss Stark is awake?”
“Yes, please.” I called out, voice cracking, “Thank you, FRIDAY.” I looked around. I was at the compound. Not prison?
“You’re welcome, Miss Stark.”
Peter sat on the side of my bed and grabbed my hand, “How are you feeling?”
“How am I alive?” I asked, eyeing his water bottle on the side table. “I truly thought I was going to bleed out. I was bleeding out of my mouth.”
“It… It was touch and go for a bit,” Peter answered, looking down at our hands, “You flat lined. On the way to the compound.” He squeezed my hand a little, breathing shaky. “They revived you, but you wouldn’t wake up. Even after your surgeries, after your transfusion, and after you were in the clear.”
“How long have I been asleep?” I asked, furrowing my brows.
“Almost a month.” He handed me the water bottle so I could take small sips.
“A MONTH?” I shrieked, almost dropping the water bottle before Peter caught it and put it on the table. “What happened after the fight? Where is Rhodey? Where is my team? Why am I at the compound and not in prison? What about school?”
“Y/N,” He interrupted, placing his hand on my cheek, “calm down, baby. Your dad will explain when he gets here.” He leaned his forehead against mine, gently brushing his fingers along my jaw, “Please don’t ever almost die, again. I won’t be able to take it.”
I placed my hands along his forearms, a small smile forming on my lips, “I will try. No promises. I like to keep you on your toes.” I leaned up, brushing my lips against his. Then, I pulled back and grimaced, “My lips are all chapped.”
He chuckled, kissing my lips again, “You almost died. You technically did die. I think your chapped lips are the least of your worries.” He leaned down, gently nuzzling his face into my neck and wrapping his arms carefully around me. “I love you.”
I kissed the side of his head, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, “I love you, too.”
“Alright, alright, get off my daughter, Parker.” My father’s voice came from the doorway. “I need to talk to her.”
Peter gave me one last kiss and left the room, leaving me alone with my dad. Am I supposed to still be pissed at him? Because I really want to cry and hug him, right now. I felt tears start to form in my eyes, “Dad-”
“Not another word.” He said sternly, walking over to my bedside, replacing where Peter was. A tear escaped my eye, and suddenly, I was in my dad’s arms, face pressed against his chest. “Don’t you ever scare me like that ever, again!” His face was in my hair, and I could feel his tears in my hair, “I thought I was going to lose you. My baby girl.”
I wrapped my arms around his torso as sobs escaped, tears staining his tee shirt, “I’m sorry, dad.” I tightened my arms, and surprisingly, my ribs didn’t protest that much. After a few minutes, I started to calm down and felt my breathing go back to normal. “Not to complain, but why am I not in prison? Why am I at the compound?”
“Because you are a minor and I will be fucking damned if I see my baby girl in prison.” He said, leaning back and wiping his face. His under eyes were dark and he looked like he hadn’t gotten a decent sleep in a long time. “I’m sorry, but I had to sign for you. It was the only way to keep you from being sent to that prison.”
I shook my head, “We will talk about that later. How is Rhodey? What happened after I got hurt?”
As he explained, my heart broke. My poor, Uncle Rhodey had been severely hurt from a fall, and was struggling with physical therapy. Natasha was gone, hunted because she decided to help Steve and Bucky – who also could not be found, after my father found out that The Winter Soldier had killed my grandparents and he had shot off Bucky’s metal arm and fought with Steve. Everybody was split up. My family was split up and gone.
“Dad…” I sighed after he told me about the note Steve had sent him, and how everyone had gotten broken out of prison by Steve, “when I was little, before mom died and sent me here, she used to talk about you all the time. She used to talk about how you had the biggest heart, but were so stubborn that it made it hard for people to see it.” I took a deep breath, taking his hand, “I don’t care if you signed or not. Shit, I don’t care if you signed for me, anymore. Just make things right with the team. They love you, and I know you love them, too.”
He let out a deep breath, shifting so he was sitting cross legged on my hospital bed with my feet off to one side, still holding my hands, “I don’t know if they will want to hear it after what I did to Bucky and Steve.”
“You were hurt.” I decided to re-quote what I had said to Bucky by the car before the fight, “’Hurt people hurt people. People hurt others as a result of their own inner strife and pain.’ You were hurt and upset with Bucky because The Winter Soldier killed grandma and grandpa. What you have to understand is that they are not the same person. You need to have some empathy and forgive Bucky for what The Winter Soldier did.” Before he could argue, I held up a hand. “I know that The Winter Soldier killed your parents, and I cannot even imagine how you feel, but Bucky needs help. He needs help getting rid of The Winter Soldier.”
He was silent. Processing what I had just said. His eyebrows were pulled together, and he stared out the window. After a few minutes, a small smile formed on his face, “You really are the fruit of my loins. You are smart, insightful, great looks, a genius-”
“But I am not narcissistic.” I cut him off, smiling. “So maybe I take after mom.”
He scoffed, “You’re hilarious.” He pulled me close, again, rubbing my back gently, “Don’t ever scare your old man like that ever again, and I will see what I can do about that forgiveness and empathy you were talking about, okay?” He stood up, “I have to go to the lab and work on a few things… Now, I’ll let your Spider-Boy come back in here, but you have to promise me that no funny business is about to be had in this compound. I’ll make FRIDAY tell me if there is a little hanky-panky going on in here, okay?”
I rolled my eyes, groaning, “Oh my God, you freak. I just woke up from a coma.”
“That hasn’t stopped your attitude!” He called as he walked out of the room.
Peter came in shortly after, holding a small Iron Man teddy bear, “I brought this for you.”
I grinned, “No Spiderman?”
“You’d be surprised how much they are lacking in Spiderman merchandise.” He joked, sitting next to me on the bed, handing me the bear, “So, I have something serious to tell you.”
“Oh man, something serious.” I grabbed his hands, pulling them close to my chest and putting my chin on top of them, “Do tell.”
He took a deep breath, pulling his eyebrows together and staring at our entwined hands, “Th-this is pretty heavy. Prepare yourself.” He looked back up at me, “When I found you bleeding and gasping, I felt like my whole world stopped. I was scared that I was going to watch you take your last breath.” He swallowed thickly, looking out the window, “It made me realize just how much I can’t live without you. I know we are still young, but you don’t think about those kinds of things until it stares you in the face.” Looking back up at me, he gently pulled our hands over and kissed the top of my hands, “I love you.”
Tears were blurring my vision, and I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, nuzzling my face into his neck, “I love you, too.” I sniffed, “I’m sorry I scared you.”
He chuckled, “At least you’ll have a cool looking scar, now.” He turned his head, kissing my temple, “That’s hot.”
A laugh escaped me, and I leaned back, wiping my tears, “Shut up and kiss me.”
He leaned so our foreheads were touching, moving his hands to my waist, “You just want me to get beat up by your dad.” With a smile, he pressed his lips against mine, moving his hands around my waist to pull us closer together.
“HEY!” My father’s voice came over the sound system, “I SAID NO HANKY-PANKY!”
Hope you liked it! I had the flu when I wrote this, so if it sucks… TOO BAD lol