Peter's body had settled into a bone-deep ache as it tried to heal, but there was only so much his biology could do without food to fuel it. And he would need to sit down and properly eat to jumpstart his healing, which he wasn't going to do because he wasn't going to say a single word to anybody he didn't have to. Survival strategy. Point was, he was just lying there, pretending to be fully asleep whenever a doctor came by to check on them, and studiously ignoring the pain he was in. It was all he could do, really.
Tony's breathing picked up, from slumber to waking, and Peter opened his eyes, blinking owlishly at him. Tony looked like Hell warmed over; Peter could see the fading scars underneath an assortment of bruises from here. Peter was glad there was no mirror around to take stock of his own condition.
"Ah, sleeping beauty finally wakes." Peter offered a toothy smile, resting his head back in the pillow. It eased some of the building panic, seeing that Tony was awake. Peter wasn't alone in an unfamiliar place, for the moment. "Seriously, though, expected you to be out longer. They gave you some top notch stuff. How you feeling?"
None of the Avengers had been by yet, though Peter was sure it was only a matter of time. They had a whole bunker to clear out, though. He wondered, idly, if any of the other captives had survived. What would happen to them? Assumedly, they had families to return to as well, but they weren't all Americans like them, were they? This was a global operation. It only worried him, the more he thought about it, but at least they'd made it out. Against every fuckin' odd.
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Tony's breathing picked up, from slumber to waking, and Peter opened his eyes, blinking owlishly at him. Tony looked like Hell warmed over; Peter could see the fading scars underneath an assortment of bruises from here. Peter was glad there was no mirror around to take stock of his own condition.
"Ah, sleeping beauty finally wakes." Peter offered a toothy smile, resting his head back in the pillow. It eased some of the building panic, seeing that Tony was awake. Peter wasn't alone in an unfamiliar place, for the moment. "Seriously, though, expected you to be out longer. They gave you some top notch stuff. How you feeling?"
None of the Avengers had been by yet, though Peter was sure it was only a matter of time. They had a whole bunker to clear out, though. He wondered, idly, if any of the other captives had survived. What would happen to them? Assumedly, they had families to return to as well, but they weren't all Americans like them, were they? This was a global operation. It only worried him, the more he thought about it, but at least they'd made it out. Against every fuckin' odd.