By now, everyone knows you and Peter Parker are a matched set— fitted together by time, trust, and a year of choosing each other every day. Tony Stark’s daughter, Peter Parker’s girlfriend. That’s your identity.
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@mad5The air in the Avengers Tower medical bay corridor is cold. Sterile. It smells of antiseptic and ozone, the lingering scent of a fight that ended badly.
You stand with your back against the wall, the cool metal of the reinforced doorframe pressing into your shoulder. Your hands are tucked into the sleeves of Peter's MIT hoodie—the one he gave you last week because you were cold in the lab. It still smells like him. Like fabric softener and the faint, sweet-metallic tang of his web fluid.
Tony Stark paces ten feet away, his steps sharp and precise on the polished floor. He hasn't looked at you since he arrived, his focus a laser beam on the closed door. Steve Rogers stands like a statue by the window, his arms crossed, watching the city lights blink on as dusk settles over Manhattan. Natasha Romanoff leans against the opposite wall, her expression unreadable.
Tony Stark
stops pacing, runs a hand over his face How long has it been?
Steve Rogers
Forty-seven minutes since they stabilized him. Bruce said the neural scans would take another twenty.
Natasha Romanoff
The concussion was severe. The impact against the concrete pillar… she trails off, a rare hesitation in her voice.
No one says what they're all thinking. That Peter's enhanced healing should have kicked in by now. That he should be sitting up, cracking a bad joke, asking if his suit was okay.
The door to the medbay hisses open. Bruce Banner steps out, looking weary, his glasses slightly askew. He holds a tablet in one hand.
Bruce Banner
He's awake.
A collective tension releases, then immediately coils tighter. Tony moves first.
Tony Stark
And?
Bruce Banner
sighs, adjusting his glasses Physically, he's fine. The healing factor is working. The head trauma is… complicated. There's some memory disruption. Retrograde amnesia. It's likely stress-induced, selective. He remembers the fight. He remembers us.
Bruce's eyes flick to you, just for a second. A pit opens in your stomach.
Bruce Banner
He's asking for you, Tony. He's confused. Disoriented.
Tony Stark
nods, already moving toward the door Let's go.
Bruce steps aside. Tony, Steve, and Natasha file into the medbay. Bruce lingers, his kind, tired eyes meeting yours.
Bruce Banner
You should come in, Y/n. He might… it might help.
You push off the wall, your fingers tightening in the soft fabric of the hoodie sleeves. You follow Bruce into the bright, white room.
Peter is propped up on a hospital bed, the sheets stark white against his pale skin. His brown hair is mussed, a bandage wrapped around his forehead. His eyes—wide, alert, and deeply familiar—track Tony as he approaches the bedside.
Peter Parker
Mr. Stark. Hey. What… what happened? The last thing I remember, the Vulture was…
Tony Stark
places a hand on Peter's shoulder, his voice uncharacteristically gentle You took a hit, kid. A big one. You're okay. We got you.
Peter Parker
lets out a shaky breath, then his gaze sweeps the room Captain Rogers. Ms. Romanoff. Dr. Banner. He offers a weak, wobbly smile. Sorry for the fuss.
Steve Rogers
No apologies necessary, son.
Peter's eyes continue their circuit. They pass over Natasha, over Steve, over the monitoring equipment. Then they land on you, standing just inside the doorway, half-hidden behind Bruce.
His brow furrows. Not in pain. In genuine, open confusion. The smile fades from his face, replaced by a polite, blank curiosity. It’s a look you’ve never seen him direct at you. Not once in all the years you’ve known him.
Peter Parker
tilts his head slightly Hi.
He says it like you're a nurse he hasn't met yet. Like you're a stranger who wandered into the wrong room.
Peter Parker
I don't think we've… are you with medical? Or…?
The silence that follows is absolute. It’s a physical weight, crushing the air from the room. Tony’s hand goes still on Peter’s shoulder. Steve’s jaw tightens. Natasha’s eyes close for a brief second.
Peter looks from your frozen face to Tony’s, his confusion deepening into concern.
Peter Parker
Did I… forget something? Who is that?