Transfusion-Chapter 2
here it is!!! chapter 2 for Transfusion! I really like how its coming along and i hope you do to!
Chapter One
warnings: car accident, mention of blood
summary: You get hit by a car and Peter does everything in his power to make it up to you for he blames himself
word count: 2985
tagging: @angelic-holland @angelhaz11 @hoforhaz @blissfulparker @foreverstuckwritingandimagining @heyhihellowhatsup0 @hypnotized-so-mesmerized @starksparker @madmadmilk
By the end of the day you and Peter have become inseparable. It amazed you how quickly you two have bonded. You reminded yourself that you didn’t have a true reason to hate him in the first place other than your own jealousy. But once you put that aside, Peter was actually a good kid and a better friend.
You two were lost in a video game in the living room, having no idea that Nat was watching from nearby.
Nat smirked at the sight, seeing you two playfully shove each other trying to mess the other up.
“No!” Peter cried out when he died. “God damn it y/n! That doesn’t count! You cheated!”
You giggled and laughed. “You never said we couldn’t play dirty.” you shrugged.
Peter glared over at you. “You suck.”
“Aww is Peter a sore loser?” you teased.
“So they seem to get along.” Tony said, approaching Nat.
She looked over at him, smiling. “Yeah. I knew they would.”
“You worried?” Tony asked.
“Not in the slightest.” Nat replied. “If anything I hope they end up together.”
Tony raised a brow. “Oh?”
She nodded. “I know she doesn’t have many friends but if they become something more…” She shrugged, smiling.
Tony just rolled his eyes.
You and Peter lost track of time, getting obsessed over trying to beat the other in the video game. Your stomach was growling loud enough for Peter to hear.
“Hungry?” he chuckled.
“How long were we playing for?”
“No idea..but it was daylight when we started.”
You looked outside to see it was pitch black, only the bright moon lit up the room.
“Wanna grab a bite to eat?” he asked.
You blinked at him, blushing, glad in that moment it was too dark for him to see. “You mean like...outside?”
“Yeah. There’s a great sandwich place I know of nearby.”
“Should we be out this late?”
Peter scoffed. “Please, I’m Spider-Man. We’ll be fine.”
You rolled your eyes. “Okay, Spider-Man, what place did you have in mind?”
“Delmar’s.” he said simply with a shrug.
“Alright, fine.”
You went along with Peter though inside, you felt guilt eating away at you. You never snuck out before but then again you never had a friend before. Surely your mother wouldn’t be too upset as long as you two came back in a timely manner and that no one got hurt.
“So! What does it feel like to be out of the tower, Rapunzel?” Peter grinned as he walked backwards ahead of you.
Your eyes narrowed at the nickname. “That’s not a very accurate nickname ya know.”
Peter chuckled. “I like it anyways. Besides you have pretty long hair and you wear it in a braid.”
You rolled your eyes. “Kinda creepy out here.” you admitted, looking around.
“Don’t worry, y/n, we’ll be fine. C’mon. Delmar’s is just a couple blocks away.” He took your hand and pulled you in a faster pace. You played along, almost skipping behind him, laughing. Yeah it was late but you put that thought aside and decided to have some fun. Like they say, better to regret than not to do anything at all, right?
You looked all around the city before you. It was dark but also full of light? Once you got used to it, wasn’t that scary and you felt more at ease with Peter’s hand in yours. It was a little chilly but you didn’t care as you enjoyed the cool air on your skin.
“You’re taking us to a gas station?” you asked dully, seeing the Delmar sign across the street.
“Don’t judge. It’s so good. C’mon!” You both ran across the street, not waiting for the light considering it was dead, not a single moving car in sight.
“Hey, Peter!” an older greeted from behind the counter.
“Mr. Delmar!” Peter beamed. “This is my new friend y/n!”
The man seemed rather friendly but you had your guard up. He was a complete stranger. “Hello.” you greeted with a little wave.
Wow that was cute, Peter thought to himself, smiling.
“Why you here so late, Pete? Isn’t it a school night?”
Peter shrugged. “We were getting hungry and I thought y/n and I could have the best sandwiches in Queens.”
The man muttered something in Spanish, rolling his eyes. Peter spoke back in Spanish also which caught you off guard. You had no idea he could speak another language.
“Trying to sweet talk me, eh Parker?” he grinned. “What will it be?”
Peter looked up at the menu when you noticed something warm brush against your leg. You looked down to see a furry cat rubbing itself on you. “Aw, hello.” You bent down, never really getting to pet one before. “So soft.” you giggled.
“Hey, Murph likes you.” Peter chuckled, petting it as well. The kitty purred into his hand and went back to you. He perched on your knees, making you sit down on the floor.
Peter ordered for you both, you not really caring about food anymore as you got lost in the soft fur of the cat. Murph rubbed his face against your cheek, making you giggle.
“Looks like you have some competition there, eh Parker?” Mr. Delmart teased as he handed him your sandwiches.
“Funny, Mr. Delmart, real funny.” Peter replied as he handed him the money.
“Must be a good person.” Mr. Delmar spoke up so you could hear, giving Peter his change.
You looked up. “Huh?”
“Murph doesn’t like many people but those he does have a good heart. Like Parker here.”
Peter shrugged. He handed you your sandwich. “Try it. It’s good.”
You got up, gently setting Murph back down to take your food. You pulled the wrapper back, inspecting it before taking a bit. Your eyes widened as you hummed. “Damn, that’s good.”
“Told you!” Peter chuckled.
You and Peter stayed at the shop to eat the rest of your sandwiches, Murph still at your feet, meowing for attention. When you finished, you picked him back up, the kitty purring.
“You better come back now ya here?” Mr. Delmar asked you.
“I will, promise.” you smiled, kissing Murph on his head.
“It’s getting late, we should get back.” Peter said. “We’ll be back again soon, Murph okay?” He gave Murph a good head scratch.
“Bye, Murph, I’ll be back soon!” you told him.
The cat meowed sadly from the counter where you put him as you and Peter left, saying goodbye to Mr. Delmar.
“That was so good.” you said, happy that your stomach is full.
“Told you. Who knew Murph would like you so much.” Peter said.
“Guess I’m a good person, right?” you smirked.
“Right.” Peter nodded. “Let’s get going before anyone notices we’re going.”
“Hey, I noticed you didn’t give him my last name.” you said.
“Oh, well he doesn’t know I’m Spider-Man so if he knew you were a Banner, he might figure it out.”
“Oh, okay yeah that makes sense.” It never occured to you having to keep your identity a secret. The world knew about the Avengers but you, not so much.
“Just gotta keep your last name on the down low.” Peter explained.
“Banner is a common one though isn’t?” you smirked.
“I’m serious. I don’t think your parents want the world to find out about you.”
“Oh, Peter being serious. Watch out, everyone.” you mocked.
“Funny.” Peter laughed.
“I haven’t known you for very long, Pete, but if there’s anything I do know, is that you don’t have a serious bone in your body.”
“Nuh-uh, take that back.” Peter pouted.
You paused, about to look both ways but thought why bother because there weren’t any cars around. You walked into the street, your hands in your hoodie’s pocket.
“Take it back, y/n. I can be serious.” Peter demanded.
You stopped walking half way in the crosswalk, turning to face Peter. “Okay, I’m sorry. You can be serious. Sometimes.”
“Thank you.” Peter said.
His eyes widened, his hairs standing up on end. His spidey senses were going crazy but he couldn’t see any threat. “Y/n maybe we should-Y/n look out!”
A speeding car came out of nowhere. Peter heard the squealing tires before you did. You were in the middle of the street, completely vulnerable. Peter was too stunned to do anything. He was caught off guard. All he could do was watch in fear from the side lines as the speeding car swerved right into you.
It happened so fast. You didn’t even scream. One moment you were looking at Peter, the next getting a face full metal as the car slammed into your waist, your head slamming on the hood. Your body flung back, your head slamming on the concrete. Your ears were ringing, vaguely hearing tires squealing and Peter screaming your name. His frantic voice sounded so far away. That was the last thing you heard before your blacked out.
***
You gasped awake, the memories coming back like a tidal wave. The urge to throw up became too much to bear. You leaned over, puking in a trashcan.
“Y/n! Take it easy!”
You looked up to see Peter, his hoodie stained with ketchup. No wait. Not ketchup. Blood. Your blood.
“P-Pete?” you asked, feeling groggy.
“Yeah, y/n, it’s me. Lay back down, please. You’ll bleed again if you move too much.” He gently laid you back on what you realized was a hospital bed. Your eyes looked around, recognizing the medical bay of the tower. He handed you some kleenex to wipe your mouth clean and a glass of water which you took graciously. You didn’t even realize you were thirsty till he hovered it, the scratchy dryness of your throat becoming unbearable.
“Again? W-what happened?”
“The-the other night...when we went to Delmar’s…you remember that don’t you?”
You nodded. “But the rest is fuzzy…” You tried to remember what happened after you left the shop together but it hurt to think about. Kinda reminded you of white noise.
“A car...it was speeding and it hit you…”
“A car?”
He nodded, sniffing. “Yeah. You lost a lot of blood…”
You focused on the stains of his hoodie. “So...that’s not ketchup.” you decided.
Peter chuckled, wiping his nose. “N-no. It’s not ketchup.”
“Am...I...okay?” You have never been in an accident before so the state of your wellbeing was a mystery.
“Not sure...your dad has to run some tests but...you lost a lot of blood…”
You sighed. “Guess I’m stuck here then…”
“I’m sorry.” Peter apologized. “This is all my fault.”
“Peter, it’s not your fault. It was an accident.”
“No, we snuck out. It was my idea. If I haven’t brought you to Delmar’s…” His head fell as he leaned on your bed.
“Peter…”
“Speaking of which...you’re grounded.” Your father’s voice spoke up as he came in wearing a lab coat, holding a clipboard and pen, a stethoscope around his neck.
“G-grounded?” you asked.
“For a week. Your mother’s orders. Sorry, honey.”
Your head fell back, rolling your eyes. “Great.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Banner, it’s all my fault.” Peter apologized again.
“Peter, it’s fine. She’s alive, that’s all that matters.”
Uh-oh. You thought. It was anything but fine. You knew your father better than almost anyone. He was angry with Peter. Course. Why wouldn’t he? .
“Am I gonna be okay, Daddy?” you asked, a little more innocent than you normally would have.
Bruce caught on and smirked. “Think you’ll be fine, sweetheart. Just need to take it easy. You lost over a pint of blood so you will need a blood transfusion but other than that, you’ll be okay.” He gently squeezed your forearm. “I promise.”
You smiled at your father, believing his words.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice the Daddy card.” Bruce smirked.
You just giggled, feeling like a little girl again.
“I’ll just leave you two alone.” Peter said, feeling awkward.
“Don’t go too far though okay?” you asked.
“I won’t.” Peter promised.
You watched Peter leave you and your father be.
“I don’t want you angry at him, Dad.” you said, knowing very well he was.
“Too late.” he said as he went on with checking your vitals.
“Dad, please. It wasn’t his fault, it was an accident.”
“Y/n you’re my daughter, how am I supposed to feel?”
You sighed, not really having an answer.
“How’s Mom?” you asked.
“A little distraught but she’s okay. She said you were grounded not me. So what does that tell you?”
“You think she’ll murder Peter?” you asked, truly concerned.
Bruce shook his head. “No, but that doesn’t mean she may not kick his ass later.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy...I didn’t wanna go out but...Peter asked and...well I never had a friend before…I couldn’t say no.”
“It’s okay, sweetheart.” He gently cupped your cheek, and your eyes closed, feeling the warmth of his skin.
“I’ll try to get you ungrounded okay? Not like you could go anywhere right now anyways.” He shrugged.
You chuckled at that. “You said I might need a blood transfusion?”
Bruce nodded. “We have to find a match though it won’t be easy. You have a rare blood type.”
“I do?”
“I have everyone’s on file and no one matches so...we’ll see.”
“What about Peter?”
Your father froze, thinking. “Maybe...he’s new so I don’t have him on file yet...I’ll do a blood test okay, sweetheart? Don’t worry.” He got up from his stool to peck your forehead, the top part of your head wrapped in gauze.
You felt helpless, wanting to go after your father but you were forced to stay in bed as he left.
“Peter, wait.” Bruce called.
Peter stopped, turning to face him. “You’re gonna Hulk Smash me are you?”
Bruce chuckled. “Uh, no. I’m not angry at you. But I think there’s a way you can help.”
“I’ll do anything.” Peter said, his eyes lit up with hope.
“Y/n needs a blood transfusion but no one here has the same time...but there’s a chance you might…”
Peter nodded. “How soon can we start?”
Bruce smiled.
***
Bruce thought it’d be best to test Peter’s blood separately from you in case it didn’t work out. The last thing he wanted to do was to get your hopes up and crush them.
“Let’s do a blood test in my lab,” Bruce said.
Peter looked back at the medbay where you were cooped up. “Shouldn’t we tell y/n?”
“I thought so too but I think it’s best if we wait till the results.”
Peter sighed. “Yeah. Guess you’re right.”
***
Natasha was too angry at you earlier when she heard the news. But now her heart was filled with guilt for grounding you over something you had no control over. She listened to her motherly instincts and made some hot food for you as she went up to visit you. At the corner of her eye, she saw Bruce and Peter disappear down the hall.
“Hey, honey, you okay?” Your mother stopped by with some soup. “Thought you’d be hungry.”
“Thanks, Mom. And I’m okay...sore..but...okay.”
“Where’s your father?” she asked, looking around.
“I don’t know...probably burying Peter’s body.” you joked.
Nat rolled her eyes. “Think I saw them heading towards his lab. Who knows what they’re up to.”
“Dad told me that you grounded me…” you grumbled.
Your mother sighed. “When he told me what happened...yeah. I was angry but...I take it back.”
You stared at your mother. She was the most stubborn out the three of you so it shocked you to see her like this.
“I realized that...it wasn’t your fault. Even though you did sneak out.” Your mother gave you a scolding look but when she saw the guilt on your face, hers softened.
“I’m sorry, Mom…” you apologized.
“It’s okay, Honey.” Nat gently sat next to you, holding your hand. “You’re alive and you have all your fingers and toes.” She pecked your forehead as you laughed but you winced, worrying her.
“Sorry, just hurt a little.” you explained.
“Mind if we come in?” Steve’s head popped in between the doors.
“Course, Steve.” Nat smiled.
He came in with a vase of flowers followed by the rest of the Avengers. Bucky was last, carrying a big teddy bear. Steve stared at him. “You really had to buy that thing?”
“If it will make her feel better, Steve, then, yes, I had to.”
“Can he be an avenger instead of Bucky?” Sam asked, pointing at the bear. Bucky glared at him, Wanda and Nat laughing at Sam’s joke.
“How are you feeling, y/n?” Bucky asked, ignoring Sam’s remark.
You smiled at everyone. “I’m okay guys, but thanks. I have a feeling that Peter will steal that from me, eventually.” you said, referring to the bear.
“Oh shit you’re right.” Bucky said.
“Language.” Steve scolded.
Bucky rolled his eyes. He went over to set the large stuffed bear in the corner.
“I got your favorite,” Steve said, handing you the vase of flowers that were filled with lilies.
“Thank you, Steve. They’re beautiful!” You sniffed their sweet scent and he sat the vase on the table next to you to enjoy.
“Where’s Peter?” Wanda asked. “Is he okay?”
“He’s fine and he’s with Bruce.” Nat explained.
“We’re all just glad that you’re okay, y/n.” Steve gently gripped your hand. “You’re one of us.”
A true smile grew on your face. You had your doubts about being part of the team but if Steve Rogers says you are an Avenger, you believed it.