eighty.
Peter awoke in the hospital to a reminder going off on his mostly undamaged cell phone. The cracked screen told him that his Hydra escape was just a little over two months ago, a fact that he couldn't even focus on because not only did he feel sick, but because he heard the voice of a woman that wasn't Nat.
He shifted to leave the bed but slipped a little and fell right out onto the cold tile. He heard an, 'oh my god' from somewhere and the door beside him opened up. Nat herself, or, he thought, he couldn't be sure, grabbed onto him and he pointed to the small bathroom's door. She seemed to take the hint as he gagged and she all but dragged his ass to the toilet.
They made it in time for him to hurl and despite her steely exterior and everything she'd ever seen, Nat still thought puke was fucking gross. She thinks that maybe it's a good thing she doesn't have any of her own children since she can't stand vomit. She turned her back to Peter as he threw up and settled for leaving the tiny bathroom all together after a moment.
Peter didn't understand why he felt so sick all of a sudden either. Was it the thought of only being free of Hydra for so long, or was it the trauma of what just happened catching up to him? How long has it even been? How long was he asleep?
Once he finally finished up with emptying his already empty stomach, he clawed his way to his feet and back into the hospital room where he saw Bucky and Steve waiting for him, wrapped up in one another's arms... Or, arm, in Bucky's case.
On the bed he just rolled off of, he saw a healthy looking Aunt May, though by now he knew to just ignore her. He knew that he probably just had some kind of head injury, probably nothing more than a concussion. He'd be fine, eventually.
Though, he felt totally blindsided when fucking Team Stucky dropped the big bomb that he'd be moving again, to someplace he'd never been to before in a totally different part of the world. He couldn't believe his ears. Head trauma or not, this sounded like some bullshit.
"Wait, so you're both gonna put this blind faith in someone you just met, after someone you've both known for years literally just tried to fucking kill us?"
"What'd we say about cussing, Peter?" Nat asked gently from the other side of the window.
He scoffed and crossed his arms, "You said not to do it, but it's still fucked."
She was silent. She wasn't going to argue with him, not right now. Not when she was trying to handle the fact that he was just going to be up and swept away again without hardly any notice whatsoever. She was getting fed up with this life of theirs.
"Be that as it may," Steve started, "we're not really in a position to pass on new allies. We need all the help we can get, and if this guy can get you out of the line of fire, Peter, you can damn-well believe that I'm going to trust him."
Peter just stood there, feeling defeated. he was finally starting to feel normal, and now all of that is getting tossed out of the window once again. When would it all stop? He just wanted it to be still, it all went so fast.
"Peter?"
They sounded so far away, and, the room is too fast, sit, sit... Fall. He fell. He didn't try to catch himself, he just fell straight down onto the tile like a bag of bricks. He was out before he even touched the ground.
When he woke again, head pounding harshly, he was in a dimly lit room that somehow resembled a hospital room, but clearly was not. The beeping machine beside of him seemed far too loud for the space that he was occupying by himself, but there was clearly nothing that he could do about it right now beyond ignoring it.
The wall opposite him was lined with windows and outside he could see the sun cresting the horizon, but it was unclear to him if it was rising or setting. He had no bearings, and it was disorienting as fuck.
He called out, but his voice was weak. In some miracle, he heard footsteps approaching him and he saw Bucky, looking a bit more tired than when they last saw one another. Peter asked where the hell they were, and Bucky answered with exactly what Peter didn't want to hear.
According to Bucky, they were already into Wakanda, and they were currently in one of the medbays. When Peter asked why Bucky ran his remaining hand through his hair. "You collapsed, in Italy. The doctors there couldn't find anything wrong with you, so we brought you here. The technology and medicine are so advanced, I thought they'd have to find something."
"And? What the hell is wrong with me?"
Bucky sighed heavily and hesitated for a long minute before reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a folded piece of paper and slipping it into Peter's hands. "This is a lot to handle, but I'm right here for you, Petey, no matter what."
And poor Peter, more confused now than before, took the paper and unfolded it... And he just stared, with and empty, blank face and heart. He couldn't comprehend exactly what he was looking at, though he could see it clear as day.
Right there, in the little paper on his hands, was a sonogram, for what he could only assume was a baby, though it looked like nothing more than a grey blob, and on the corners of the paper were records of the heartbeat, current growing weight, and the prediction of sex based on the blob being on the bottom right side.
Peter looked up at Bucky before looking back to the paper and with a quivering voice asked, "Is this...?"
Bucky just nodded a little. "It's yours, Peter."