Marvel imagines pt.4

I am your mom pt. 3 🌿 Peter Parker

Song: RUDE - eternal youth.

The steady sound of the machine running next to him is the first thing Peter is able to fully register. The next thing is the bright room.

You always see this in movies, they wake up in a hospital and there are always bright, white, walls and ceilings and floors. Their eyes flutter open and then they need a moment to take in all the light? The movies were correct on that. He has to squint them before he can open them fully.

The next thing he registers is the bed dipped beside him. Then he feels someone else holding his hand, soothingly rubbing it with their thumb. He listens to the heartbeat, Steady, a little fast. He smiles a little, it's familiar, of course it is. It's also pretty amazing that it takes him back to his earliest memory, his gift makes it almost impossible to forget anything. So the heartbeat belonging to his mother is branded into his memory.

'Mom?' He speaks up and your face comes into view.

'I'm here kiddo...' you smile back at him.

The bullet missed your vital organs by an inch. It was easy to remove and it left no permanent damage, other than scar that will be littering your body. You're still sensitive, there's a pretty large gap still, but with your metabolism it should be healed fully within the next few weeks.

Peter on the other hand was in worse shape, he's been loopy for a couple days, falling in and out of consciousness. You have no idea what hydra did to make him like this, but you bet it's not anything good.

Your hand comes up to his face and brushes away a few strands of hair. You start seeing the resemblance between him and Richard, but you're lucky he'a got a different personality than his father.

You keep brushing over his head and hair. It's something you used to enjoy as a kid. Made you sleepy though. Peters eyelids grow heavy again. He's fighting sleep like a small child.

'Rest... Peter... Its okay...'

'Will you stay with me? Maybe we can talk later?' He yawns. 'Of course kiddo... I just got you back, you can't get rid of me that easily..' you wink, before you know it, he's asleep again.

This time he seems more comfortable. He's less tense, it's like a weight lifted off of him to hear you say you won't go anywhere.

'You're so grown now..' you whisper, a lump forms in your throat.

Your hand comes up to wipe your eyes and nose. You're trying not to wake him. He feels bad enough already, he doesn't need to see you cry.

You need to stay strong, for him, just like when you had to give him to better parents. You need to stay strong.

'Hey...' you startle before turning your head towards the door. There's a woman there. 'Uhm.. I didn't know he would have company... sorry I didn't mean to startle you...I am Peters Aunt... May..'

'It's okay...' you reply smoothly wiping both nose and cheeks again. 'I'm Y/n...' you stick your hand out for her to shake.

'You're his mom.. right?' She carefully asks. 'Yeah I'm.. i'm trying to be...' your honest reply makes her smile. 'I'd say you're doing a good job then...'

You smile at her. You get up while still holding onto Peters hand. You move to the chair next to the bed and sit down. May sits down in the spot you freed up for her.

'How's he doing?' She asks.

'Better, he's sleeping a lot but it's understandable with what Richard- Hydra...' you correct yourself before continuing. 'What Hydra did to him...'