Pride Is Not The Word I'm Looking For

Chapter 10

When I first uploaded my schedule I didn't expect me to constantly hover over Wattpad and wait til it was 12:00 am to post the next chapter but.... here you go!

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN YOU COULD'VE BEEN ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD TONIGHT BUT YOUR HERE WITH US ON WATTPAD!!! ARE YOU READY FOR SOME SHITTY WRITING?!?!?
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Peter woke up suddenly and shot up in bed. He looked around and rubbed the crust out of his eyes. The room was pitch black but he could still make out a few shapes. He was in Stark Tower...Why was he in Stark Tower?

Everything hit him in the chest like a bullet train. Waking up in the medbay, the fight he had with May, and watching TV with a certain billionaire. His chest ached and he remembered the burn he had obtained from Tony shooting him with his repulsor.

Peter didn't really blame him for it.

Tony didn't know it was me and it was kinda my fault because I pissed him off so much.

Peter slowly took off his shirt and looked down at his chest. The burn was slightly better and some of the swelling and blistering went down but it was still red and dry.

Peter made the mistake of touching the burn and he immediately hissed with pain when his skin made contact. The whole thing stung and he stumbled to the bathroom to put cool water on it. He cupped water into his shaking hands from the running sink and poured it over his chest.

He sighed in relief and noticed a note, a bottle of ointment, a toothbrush, and a pile of clothes on the bathroom counter. He picked them up and read the note.

"Hey Pete, here's some clothes to change into, they're mine and they might fit a little big but we'll get you some new ones soon. Also, the ointment is for the-" There was a big ink blotch on the note as if someone had kept a pen in the same position for too long. "-burn, and breakfast is downstairs."

Peter put the note down and applied the ointment to his chest. He felt instant relief and sighed. He grabbed the clothes, a t-shirt with a science pun on it, and sweatpants, he put them on. They were pretty big but he didn't mind.

He brushed his teeth and washed his face before heading towards the kitchen where he assumed Mr. Stark would be.

"Mr. Stark?" Peter called when he reached the kitchen.

"Hey Pete," someone other than Mr. Stark greeted.

He spun around and saw Natasha Romanoff in front of him.

"Ms. Romanoff!" He said, startled. Memories of their last encounter raced through his mind and he felt a wave of guilt wash over him. "Oh my gosh, I'm so so sorry for not coming back that night- I just- I went off as Spider-Man and then Mr. Stark and- I'm sorry."

Natasha held her hands towards him and Peter flinched expecting a hit.

"Peter, breathe," she soothed, "It's okay, I don't blame you."

Peter looked up embarrassed and was met with warm and comforting eyes.

"You don't?" Peter asked hesitantly.

Natasha shook her head and asked, "Remember my promise?"

Peter nodded and she gave a soft smile.

"Sorry," he said.

"It's alright, I'm making cereal. Want some?"

Peter nodded and walked towards the counter. Before he could get there he stumbled over his long sweatpants. He quickly caught himself on the kitchen counter before he landed on the floor.