Profoundly Immoral and Wicked → Peter Parker (Part IV)
After losing hope and everyone he cared for, Peter turns to devilish actions while risking his own life and the life of the one person who hasn't lost hope for him.
Warnings: language, angst, crying, mention of death, loss/death of a parent
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I woke up in the same bed I woke up in the day before. A tight pain shooting from my lower back up to the back of my head. "Fuck," I muttered. "Y/N," Clint acknowledged my consciousness, standing up.
"Hey," I said, my voice strained. "You've been unconscious for two days. I can't tell you how angry I was after what Bruce did," he said. The memory of the fight with Bruce.
"I didn't think he still had it in him," I croaked, chuckling a bit but Clint didn't laugh with me. He just sighed, "He threw you through a window, a wall and then you hit the next wall. They're still rebuilding it," he said, trying to get explain how intense the situation was.
"My wing," I started to say, sitting up. "It's okay. It healed. As well as your shoulder," he said as I leaned back. There was a small space of silence. "Where's Bruce?" I asked, a little bit nervous.
"He's in the lab, distracting himself from what happened the other day," he answered, getting up from where he was sitting. "Do you want me to go get him?" he asked and I nodded.
I wasn't mad at Bruce at all, just nervous. I knew he was disappointed in me after what I had done. What I hadn't known was that he still didn't have control of his temper. After he decided to combine the broad and the brains, I thought he had figured out a sort of balance. But the familiar hulk-like grunts challenges that idea.
A couple minutes later, Bruce walked in, his head hung low. "Hey," I croaked, still tired. "Hello," he responded in a quiet tone, his eyes didn't leave the floor. "It's okay," I broke the silence, trying to reassure him.
"It's not, Y/N. I should never had reacted like that. I shouldn't have let Hulk take over again. I'm so incredibly sorry I did that. I don't think I could ever forgive you," he said, finally meeting me. I shook my head, "I forgive you."
He sighed, shaking his head. "I shouldn't have let that happen." Clint stood to the side, leaning against the doorway, watching our exchange. "It's okay," I said. Bruce didn't respond after that.
"Maybe you should come stay with me for a little bit. Recover and reset. I can watch over you and you can get away from the city and all the noise. Really think about what you should do," Clint suggested. I went to respond but Bruce got there before me.
"I think that's a good idea," he said. "I don't think this anything to do with you or what happened. You've always been there for me and you're my family," I told Bruce and he nodded.
"I'll help you get your stuff packed," Clint said and I nodded as he left to start packing my things. Bruce started to make his way out of the room. "Bruce," I called out to him and he turned around. "I know you didn't mean it and I forgive you, truly," I told him and he gave me a soft smile before walking out.
I watched as he walked out before sitting up carefully, stretching my wings. "You ready to go? I've packed some clothes and other things you might need all in your bag. Is there anything else you want to take with you?" he asked. I shook my head, "I'm ready whenever you are. Are you sure the kids and Laura are okay with this?"
"Of course, the kids have missed you. They ask me about you every week and you know Laura loves you," he said, chuckling a bit as he mentioned his eager children. I smiled and nodded.
I hadn't taken the time to go and visit Clint's family since my dad had died and Peter's downfall. I hadn't visited many people at all. I was too busy with chasing Peter and trying to stop him to see anyone, including Pepper and Morgan.
After my dad died, Pepper agreed that it would be best if Happy took me to the compound for most of the year while I finished school, which I hadn't attended in a while, and then spend the summer with her and Morgan. We held up on the plan for only about a year until Peter's condition worsened. That's when I decided to take off school and spend the summer trying to help Peter. I now only saw Pepper and Morgan if they visited the compound or through the phone.
Clint helped carry my bags to the car before we drove to his house. I always adored where he lived. When I was younger. I imagined Peter and I would finish college and move into a house somewhere in the middle of nowhere, away from all the noise and fighting just as Clint did. Obviously, that never happened.
As we arrived to Clint's house, I got out of the car, observing the nature round me. "Daddy!" I heard from behind me. I whipped around meeting Clint's two younger children. "Hey, sweetheart. You didn't get in too much trouble while I was gone did you?" he asked, kneeling to their level.
He hugged them, picking them up to spin them around. They giggled and squealed as he spun them. I smiled to myself briefly, the memories of my dad and I when I was that young. My smile faltered at the reminder that he'd never get that with his grandchildren.
"Y/N, you alright?" Clint asked, pulling his attention away from his children. I forced a smile on my face and nodded, "Yeah, of course." Clint nodded, not believing me entirely.
He started to walk towards the house, one kid on each hip. "You coming?" he asked and I nodded. He turned back around, leaving me to my own thoughts.
I sat down, leaning against a tree outside of Clint's house, wrapping my wings around my body. The reminder that my father was gone left a burdened toll on me. The fact that he would never get to see me get stronger, get married, have children, anything made it feel like a burning hole stuck in my chest.
I clenched my hand into a fist, hitting my knuckles as I broke. My eyes started to water and my chest felt like it was on fire. I blinked, finally letting the tears fall down my cheeks. I bit down harder on my knuckles causing the skin to break and bleed, trying to keep quiet so that Clint wouldn't hear me and come out to check what was wrong.
"Percy, call Wanda," I said. "Will do, Boss," he said, a ringing coming through my ears. "Hello?" I heard from the other line. "Wanda? Can we- Can we maybe meet tomorrow? I need help," my voice broke at the end. After my dad had died, she had helped me cope with the loss. After loosing her brother, she knew how hard it was to lose family.
"Yeah, of course. Is everything alright?" she asked, sounding a bit worried. "Yeah, just- It's a lot you know?" I tried to explain. "Yeah, I know."There was a pause before she spoke again, "I'll meet you tomorrow at the compound."
"Okay," I whispered, before hanging up. I ran my fingers through my knotted hair, pulling at the ends a bit. The lump in my throat seemed to grow larger as I started to sob again.
I cried for a while until I became exhausted, finally falling asleep with my wings tucked tightly around me to keep me warm. As I started to drift off, I heard footsteps, getting louder with each step. I didn't move, too tired from everything to get up and cover up the fact that I had been flying.
I felt arms slip underneath me, picking me up. I opened my eyes a bit to see Clint's face as he walked into his house. He opened the door with his foot, carrying me to his guest bedroom before carefully laying me down on the bed.
He pulled the covers up to cover me, tucking me in so that I felt comfortable. He brushed some hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear before leaning down and kissing my forehead. "Everything's going to be okay," he whispered to me before walking away, closing the door behind him.
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