Chapter 2
When Peter gets home that night he spends the rest of the night in his room. He doesn't leave his room for the rest of the week and when he does its only for small portions of food and water. He tries to take five cold showers the first night but when that fails to wash away the filth he feels and make him clean again, he turns to burning, skin scorching hot water. He scrubs his body. He scrubs his body so hard the skin breaks and starts to bleed. He spends every night crying into his pillows that are too soft and welcoming for his liking.
He starts wearing heavy, baggy, and long clothing despite it being in the middle of the summer. He wears sweatpants and baggy sweaters and hoodies. He tries to look as unattractive as possible. He doesn't want to let another man think he's ripe for the taking. He ignores the rumble of his stomach begging for nourishment until it becomes to painful for him to bare. But he doesn't want to eat, he can't. He wants to puke his guts out. He craves sleep but every time he closes his eyes he sees Skip Westcott's icy blue eyes that hold no remorse or regret and Peter is trapped under him entranced by his cruel stare. Peter is suffocating and choking on air and he can't breathe as Skip hurts him in his dreams. Each time worst than the last so Peter starts to avoid sleep.
He feels dirty.
He is dirty.
He's a dirty little whore who was asking for it. He's a slut. Another rush of nausea floods his senses but this time he can actually feel bile rising in his throat. He sits up quickly in one fluid motion and ignores the dizziness he suddenly feels. His vision is blurring in and out of focus and heat blossoms through his body and it burns his from the inside and out.
Everything goes black.
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Wade knows. He figures it out rather quickly. Right off the bat in fact, within the first couple of days or so. He picks up on it so quickly it makes him sick. Everyone around him is so oblivious that it makes him sick. The way Peter starts wearing less revealing and more baggier and bumish clothing. How Tony complains that the compound's water bill has gone up significantly. (not that the billionaire really gives a shit about money) How little Peter eats and how often he stays put in his room. They are so oblivious and Wade just wants to scream and scream and tell them how fucking stupid they all are.
Does no one ever check up on him?
Does no one see how he is hurting?
Does no one even care about him?
So whenever Peter does come out of his little fortress of solitude Wade just stares and it makes the hair on Peter's arms and neck stand up because his senses are screaming danger and it makes his skin crawl.
Wade snaps out of his deep thinking what Friday's alarms blare and her voice fills the room and his ears.
"Mr. Parker has fallen in his room, he was unconscious for exactly 4.5 seconds and is vomiting."
Wade and Vanessa are the first in the room to react and get up. They rush to Peter's room in panic.
Wade kicks the door open and it slams against the wall. He is greeted by the sight of Peter choking on his own vomit.
Vanessa acts fast, she turns Peter on his side saving him from choking on his puke any further. Vomit pours from his mouth and Wade feels a rush of vomit build in his throat at the sight but he swallows it. Vanessa shushes Peter as he sobs and she rubs smooth circles into his lower back. The sobbing of the child seemed to have broken the trance Wade was in and he moves towards the two. He picks Peter up slowly being careful not to hurt Peter or cause another rush of dizziness for him.
"Friday is Dr. Green Bean at the med bay?"
"Dr. Banner has set up in the medical quarters and is ready to apply medical care per Mr. Stark's demands." The AI answers.
Tony and Pepper rush down the hall to Peter's room and arrive within seconds. They stand at the door frame of Peter's door. The couple take a sharp in take of breath.
"Is he-okay?" Tony gulps seeming to have the wind knocked out of him.
"He's breathing." Wade answers slowly standing up with Peter limp in his arms. "He's conscious to."
Tony and Pepper move out of the way as Wade walks out and rushes Peter to the medical bay.
Peter feels trapped again. He doesn't feel safe. He's in strong arms and he is so small and helpless to do anything. He starts wailing like a child. He is a child. He's just a scared and lonely child. His head hurts so much and the lights are too bright for his eyes even though his eyes are squeezed shut.
"Sh...sh I know Pete I know. You're safe now shh." Wade coos and mumbles into Peter's hair.
Safe. He's safe. Wade wouldn't hurt him.
He's not trapped under Skip Westcott. He's not alone. There are no hands holding him down. He's not being smothered. Skip isn't hurting him.
He slowly opens his eyes. Stray tears fall down his red covered and vomit stained cheeks. He hiccups and mumbles something incoherent Wade doesn't understand. He realizes that he's in the medical bay.
Bruce is smiling softly at him when Wade lowers him on to the hospital bed. Bruce hands Peter a small glass of water and Peter thanks him. He sips the water carefully to not disturb his stomach again and cause him to throw up.
Tony, Pepper and Vanessa all rush into the room at the same time. Vanessa approaches his left and stands next to Wade who instinctively wraps his arm around her waist but never takes his eyes off Peter.
"Friday read Peter's vitals for me." Bruce speaks up breaking the awkward silence. He's taking notes on a clipboard.
Friday lists off his vitals and everyone is happy to know he's healthy because his vitals are normal. Pepper sighs out with a smile. "Hopefully whatever you have Peter will blow over quickly." Her smile is immediately replace when Friday speaks up again.
"Mr. Parker's vitals and symptoms are showing early stages of pregnancy."
The glass in Peter's hands shatter and everyone but Wade flinches at the loud noise and action. The room is silent tension choking everyone and Peter's hand is pulsing with pain he can feel blood and the glass stuck in his hand but he can't seem to care at the moment. His mind is screaming danger. He needs to leave.
Danger. Danger. Danger.
He acts fast trying to get up but Wade is faster and holds him down against the hospital bed. Peter is terrified. Wade is going to hurt him. Wade knows he's a dirty little whore.
Dirty. Dirty. Dirty.
He struggles and sobs as he tries to break free from Wade's hold.
"Pl-please! STOP!" He sobs out but he's the one who gives up the fight. Just like he gave up with Skip he thinks bitterly. He hangs his head and goes limp in Wade's still tight and strong hold. Wade sighs heavily. Peter's sobs have been reduced to sniffles and everyone stays silent.
"Give me a name." Wade breaks the short silence between the two and Peter looks up at him confused. "Give me his name." Peter's eyes widen and that's really all the conformation Wade needs.
Peter's meek voice speaks up "I-I don't know what you're t-talking about."
Wade slams his hand against Peter's hospital bed frame boxing him in. Peter physically recoils at that.
"Your rapist." He snarls. Peter's eyes widen and well up with tears again and he sobs. Tony's eyes widen along with everyone else in the room.
"Tell me his name Peter or I will go door to door and put a bullet into every man I see." And Peter knows Wade will do just that it's not an empty threat and that makes Peter sob harder.
Wade yanks Peter's wrist and he shrieks and starts to hit Wade's hand and trying and failing to pull his wrist free from Wade.
"LET ME GO!" He screams and everyone around Peter and Wade is helpless to do anything. Wade slaps Peter. He slaps him so hard even Tony flinches.
"GIVE ME HIS NAME PETER! I'M FUCKING SERIOUS!"
In the midst of his vulnerability Peter sobs out his name and Wade lets go of his wrist storming off.