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Peter kept his gaze downward out of awkwardness. He wanted to look up to reassure her, but he couldn’t. He wanted to keep his head down and focus on not crying, because God it was his mother. He had thought his mom was dead. He had thought his entire family was dead until Bruce told him everything was a lie. He didn’t know how to feel, how to process this. He nodded nonetheless, accepting her help. He sniffled quietly, rubbing his eye with his sleeve. “Are you happy with your– your other kids?” Peter asked, remembering what Bruce has told him.

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Betty had to admit that she was fairly confused by the kids statement. She and her husband hadn’t been able to conceive, which Betty had been somewhat grateful for- Considering the fact that her husband was as dull as a piece of old wood. “Other kids? I don’t have any other kids. Glenn and I don’t have children, and you’re the only one Bruce and I had.” She explained, watching the others expressions. Poor Peter didn’t deserve this. “Glenn and I are in a bit of a rocky spot right now. Well, our entire relationship was a rocky spot. Your father, Bruce, came back to me around 2008. We almost had a cure. You might remember him destroying Harlem- Well Glenn hasn’t really trusted me since then. Rightfully so.” She explained. “I wish I could explain everything to you. You wouldn’t understand, Peter.”

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           “I don’t expect you to help with this,              —- well, at least not right NOW.”

She worried about him, and he couldn’t entirely  blame her for that, but it wouldn’t help anything. It was just burn h e r too.

           “I care. You can take a look after I             shower.”

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Betty rolled her eyes and let out a sigh, realizing she wasn’t going to win. She was painfully aware of how stubborn Aldrich could be at times, and more times than not it was just easier to not fuss over him.

                     —- “Alright, fine. Go shower. But please,                       Aldrich, come see me when you’re done.                       We’re trying to fix a problem here, not mask                                           it with cold water.”

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Peter felt guilty when he saw her reaction. He knew it would upset her, even though he didn’t want to. “Where I belonged?” His tone was a lot softer. “It doesn’t matter where I belonged. They all died before I could turn sixteen.” He could feel his own tears rising. He started to cry, everything that had happened catching up to him. He was angry and tired. He had watched two sets of parents die only to find out they weren’t even related. He knew he had no reason to be mad at her, to talk to her like he had. He had upset her and himself. “I’m– I’m sorry. I just– I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to feel.” He paused, “I’m sorry.”

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Betty sat there for a moment, trying to regain her composure before speaking any more. She didn’t want to yell at him, he was confused- And rightfully so. “Don’t be sorry, Peter. Nothing I say to you about why we didn’t keep you means anything because we didn’t keep you.” She explained. God, Betty was just trying to figure out how she felt as well. She never thought she would ever see Peter again, at least this close up. “I’m here now, though. I’m here to answer any questions- Do anything I can to help you. Will you let me help you?”

[simplypeterparker]

“I’m not that young anymore now am I?” He said, glancing up at her. He felt guilt immediately after and brought his gaze back to his lap. He had no reason to be mad at her. “Bruce saw that I was– that I wasn’t a little kid anymore. He– he wanted me again.” He looked around, at everything but Betty. “I know– I know you weren’t there, but you didn’t even try.” He glanced at her quickly.

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Immediately Betty broke down. “It was never that I didn’t want you, Peter! I tried to get you back so many times, but every time I saw you with the Parkers... I knew it was where you belonged!” She said, her voice becoming more of a shout. “I can clearly see that  you’re not a little kid, and you will never know how angry I am at your father for giving you away without my permission.” She looked up at the boy, her face red and on the brink of tears. “I carried you for ten months. I was in labor with you for almost thirty two hours. I held you from the moment you came out of me until Bruce took you so I could sleep. When I woke up you were gone. I always sent you a gift for your birthday, and I even made sure Tony Stark made sure you were safe when Bruce destroyed Harlem. You will not sit here and tell me I didn’t even try when I tried harder than you could ever imagine.”

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Peter sat down. He was starting to regret coming here and confronting her. He was just so curious about her, she was the last person he could consider a mother. Since his aunt and his mo– Mary were both dead. He had no other mother. “Well um– Bruce told me.” He said quietly, looking at his lap and fiddling with the hem of shirt. “There’s uh– there’s a lot more to the story, but– but yeah.”

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There were so many questions she wanted to ask, but it was very apparent to her that he had more rattling around in his head. “A lot more than what you even have touched on.” She stated, looking down at her lap for a moment. “I was young, Peter. So was your dad.” Betty said, looking back to her son. “If I could have gotten him to relax, to think rationally...” She looked back down, the memories flooding her mind. “We loved you. That was why he did what he did. The life we were living, the accident, none of it was the place for a young boy.”

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“I’m uh– I’m Peter Par–” he paused for a second, correcting himself. “Banner. Peter Banner. And um– I’m your son.” He gave off an air of awkward. His stance, his fidgeting, even his tone screamed awkward. 

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The feeling in the pit of her stomach sank the moment she heard the name Banner. It wasn’t that she hated Bruce, not by any means. She still loved the man as much as she could, just not his other half. However, the fact that Peter, her son, was standing before her. Well, it almost made her sick. She looked up at him, her face white. “Have a seat, Peter.” She said calmly. “How do you know that you’re mine and Bruce Banner’s son?”

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        ——“You know I was normal once,” 

That wasn’t entirely true– needing a cane to walk wasn’t exactly normal either. Regardless, he moved to dodge her hand, bending at the knee and moving slightly to one side. If he was BURNING, he didn’t want her to hurt herself. 

       “I’d tell you if something was wrong, wouldn’t I? I just         need to shower and cool off.”

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                     “I don’t understand how                          you expect me to help                          you if you don’t even let                          me TOUCH you, Aldrich.”

She said with a slight sigh, trying her hardest not to get frustrated with the other. After all, he wasn’t wrong. He was once normal. A normal man who felt normal pain, who knew what it was to get b u r n e d.

                       “You know I d o n ’ t care                                 about getting                                 a little warm.”

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"Are you-- are you Betty Ross?

“That would be me. And you are?” She asked, her nose glancing up at him for only a moment before returning to her work.

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“Look, no need to fuss over me. I’m fine!”

“To be fairly honest with you, I don’t think you even know what “f i n e” is. You’re burning up, Aldrich.” She stated as she slowly moved her hand to his head. Betty always the worst case scenario when it came to Killian. How could she not? He threw caution to the wind in everysituation, while she tried to think of every possible outcome- Most of the time that outcome being bad.

[yourmusings]

RP starters: Injured/death

“Hey, you’re bleeding!”

“Can you move?”

“You will be fine, I promise..”

“Don’t you dare to leave me. Not now.”

“We can get you fixed in no time.”

“Please get up.”

“I refuse to believe it will all end like this!”

“You won’t die, not on my watch!”

“Ouch.. that must hurt “

“Shit, wait.. I’ll patch you up.”

“What were you thinking?! You could’ve killed yourself!”

“I came too late..”

“You should’ve told me earlier.. I could’ve helped you!”

“I swear to god if you die on our way back I’ll kill you.”

“It’s nothing, just a scratch.”

“Look, no need to fuss over me. I’m fine!”

“Well, you see.. It’s a really long story. Will you help me or not?”

“I can’t make it.”

“I am dying. There is nothing you can do about it.”

“It’s not your fault, okay?”

“It just hurts… hurts so goddamn much.”

“Are you going to let me suffer more?”

“There is no happy ending to this.”

“I have been through worse…”

“I’m not going to lie, this is not how I planned this would go down.”

“They came out of nowhere.. I couldn’t react in time.”

“How bad does it look?”

“I knew this day would come.. sooner or later.”

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