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newyorknative2016-06-27 09:24 pm
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Plastic tubes and pots and pans
He opted to do what he did best and pull the 'quiet, unassuming teenager' card. He supposed he was lucky there were bigger things on the table, like the exploding secret Hydra base behind them. Nobody was bothering him for answers, and they probably assumed he was just a mutant they'd kidnapped for experimentation. As long as he kept his mouth shut, he could probably scrape by. For now, anyway. When that ran out...maybe he could fake cry? Look, he's the worst liar. The best tactic is to just avoid.
Natasha stayed by Peter's side, applying pressure to his wound. They were going to give him stitches (which he'd have to rip out himself, later, and hope nobody noticed) and pain medication (which wouldn't do shit, but would allow him to pretend to be asleep, so he wasn't complaining there).
That's how he ended up in the medbay with Tony, when Natasha left him to return to the fight, after making sure he was in good hands. Cleaned him up, pumped him with some OxyCotin (he'd burn through it in ten minutes). They thought he was asleep, and wheeled him into the same room. Peter waited until the staff filtered out, depositing him and fussing with Tony's machines, before opening his eyes and glancing at Tony. He looked a lot worse in actual light, but Peter figured he probably did, too.
It was safe there - Peter couldn't sense anything that wasn't - and finally allowed himself to relax. Okay. Good. He could get through this and go home and it would be fine. Tony's heartbeat was still weak, but less erratic than it had been when he was running on pure will, and Peter felt better knowing he'd be okay. He closed his eyes, lightly dozing listening to the whirr of Tony's machines and the thump thump of his heart. Peter just hoped nobody tried to take any blood from him, or the precarious position he was in would come tumbling down around him.
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At some point, though, the painkillers began to wear off. His body tensed as he prepared to open his eyes, too disorientated for a moment to even remember where he was or what had happened, but slowly the sounds filtered in. The heart monitors, the sound of voices speaking as the doctors walked out of the medbay, and that was when he began to remember the escape. He was out. He was...free? His eyes slowly opened, and that was when he finally realized that he wasn't really dreaming. He was hooked up to an IV, he could feel the heart monitor. The bandages, the sling his arm was in, he nasal cannula. His chest felt like an elephant had sat on it before someone set it on fire, but he tried to ignore the sensation as he used his free hand to pull the cannula away from his nose.
It... Shit, how long had he been out for?
The thought was dismissed, though, because he couldn't just ignore the relief at the fact that he wasn't waking up in a cell anymore. He wasn't being shocked awake, either, and he looked off to the side as if to see who was around.
And that was when he saw Peter. It felt good to realize that he had been real, that he hadn't been hallucinating how he had imagined that he had been, and he let out a sigh under his breath. "Hey, kid."
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