Wolf Spider

PainPainNoPleaseStopIt

-Peter's P.O.V-

Natasha was correct. Waffles, Peter found, were delicious. "Here," James said passing a plastic container to him, "Pour this onto your waffle."

"What is it?" Peter asked, but he still grabbed the container. He eyed it, before glancing to James, and then Natasha and Wanda.

Wanda had at first been quiet around Peter. During dinner the night before, James and Steve had explained how they were able to knock Peter out. After a silent gesture of peace, Peter had offered a plate of waffles to the redhead who had accepted with a small smile, Wanda had taken a liking to Peter.

Natasha was someone Peter also enjoyed the company of. After their gym workout session that morning, his knuckles had started healing quicker then he thought was possible thanks to the fact that he was eating enough, she had brought Peter up to the kitchen, and they made enough waffles to feed four families for a week. Never mind the fact that she was The Black Widow, and Peter was completely flipping out on meeting her.

He could tell that James and Wanda had questions on how Natasha and Peter had gotten comfortable around each other, but they didn't ask. A small fact that Peter couldn't help but be thankful for.

Now, Peter was in Wanda's room sitting on the floor in a loose circle with the stack of waffles in the middle. He was seated next to James and Natasha, and was feeling like he could jump to the moon. Two meals this close together? With so much food? Wonderful.

"Syrup," James answered, "It's sweet. Adds more flavor."

Peter put a drop on his finger, sniffed it, and then licked it off his finger. It was amazing! He drenched his waffle with the sweet, sticky liquid, and happily munched on it with renewed vigor. The other laughed sweetly, and they ate silently.

Peter sat up straight when he heard footsteps approaching the door. He gripped his fork, and stared at the door with a blank face. He saw the others staring a Peter, and then looking at the door. James positioned himself in between Peter and the door. "FRIDAY?" He said, "Who is approaching the door?"

"Dr. Bruce Banner, is about to knock on the door," The building, FRIDAY, replied.

I relaxed slightly, and put down the fork, but still stared at the door. He blinked slightly when there was a knock. "It's Bruce," a voice called from the other side of the door. Peter saw as Wanda used her magic to open the door. The Doctor stood outside the door with a small kit in his hands, and no white coat on. "Hi, sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to see if it was okay if I could do a check-up with you, Peter?"

He was asking him. Someone was asking Peter if it was okay. They were giving him a choice. Something Peter never really had the luxury of before. "What kind of check-up?" Peter asked. As HYDRA's 'check-ups' were always filled with poking, prodding, and painpainnopleasestopit-

"Peter?" James interrupted, making the boy jump, "Are you alright?"

Everyone was looking at him with worried looks. Peter cleared his throat, and hid his shaking hands in his lap, "Sorry, sorry," He mumbled. "What was the question again?"

Bruce, with worry still obvious in his eyes, repeated, "Is it okay if I look at your injuries again? I want to see if you're healing correctly." The man was obviously picking his words carefully, and even if it bothered Peter a bit, he couldn't help but be thankful too.

"I guess...?" Peter said begrudgingly. He clenched his hands, to help stop the shaking.

Bruce entered the room, and closed the door. "Alright, the damage was pretty much your wrists and ankles, so I'll just check that, a few other things, and be on my way."

James led Peter over to sit on the bed, and sat down next to him. Rolling the desk chair over, Bruce sat the kit down on the other side of Peter. The girls continued to watch on the floor, while eating the waffles.

-Wanda's P.O.V-

Wanda watched Peter carefully as James led him over to the bed. She munched on her waffle, and watched as Bruce made his motions exaggerated enough for it not to be silly, but enough so Peter could clearly know what he was doing. As he brought her rolling chair over, Bucky peered over at them.

Wanda could tell Bucky was nervous. Peter had been dazed all morning, and he had barely gotten sleep the night before. He had gotten lost in thought, and had jumped when Bucky had finally been able to break him out of his thoughts. In what Wanda knew was an attempt to lighten the mood, Bucky joked, "Are there going to be any waffles left after we're done?"

Natasha smirked, "Maybe."

"For Peter, yes," Wanda lilted, "For you? We'll wait and see." Wanda's shoulders lost more tension when Peter giggled.

Bruce smiled, and held out his hands, "Alright Peter, can I check on your wrists? Since they were in a similar condition as your ankles, I believe if your wrists are alright, then your ankles will be similar."

Peter held out his left hand, it was slightly shaking, and Peter was glaring at it as if it had done him wrong. "I'm going to look at your wrist now, to do that I have to touch your hand. Okay?" Bruce explained. At Peter's sharp nod he gently took the teen's hand. He turned it gently, and his eyebrows furrowed, "What happened to your knuckles, Peter?"

Wanda and James looked at each other. Both of them had wondered the same thing, but knew it also had something to do with the fact that the two spiders living in the building were making waffles together that morning. "I didn't wrap my hands this morning," Peter grumbled.

"Why were you down there that early, Peter?" Wanda asked.

Peter glared a hole into the floor, "Nightmare."

"I wrapped his hands," Natasha said before anyone could say anything about Peter's previous comment. "Don't worry."

Bruce looked at the two, before saying, "Well, as long as you keep eating, your hands should be fully healed in a few hours. Your wrists are fine, so everything's good."

Peter nodded, "Thank you."

"No problem, Peter. If anything's wrong, you can always talk to me," Bruce said. He picked up the travel first aid kit, nodded his goodbye, and left the room.

Peter looked over at the pile of waffles that were still left, "Those are for me right?"

AN: *sighs* this chapter was really hard to write for some reason, but I don't know why. Anyways, thanks for reading. Comment, leave a kudo, all those fun things. Thanks!