Surgery and Snapchat
"Are you sure about this," Bruce asked for maybe the tenth time.
"Been sure for seven years now doc," Peter said with a deep sigh. His mid terms were over. School was on break. Dr Banner had for a surgeon who could preform the surgery and work in discretion. He told Wade that he and the Avengers had a case somewhere upstate, saying he'd be back to patrol with him when the mission was done. Peter felt like he would have no better time then now to get his top surgery. They decided to wait on the hysterectomy until they were sure of how the medicine worked with his healing factor.
Of course he was nervous. They had no idea how his body would react or how the drug would effect the healing process. The bullet wound had healed enough for them to preform the surgery without any kind of danger.
So here they were. In a sterilized room. Peter laying on the bed between both doctors waiting to be put to sleep. They had given him a small dose of the medication and were continuing to give him a sedative. His high metabolism made it so that he had to take a higher dose. Much like Captain America. They continued to ask Peter how he was feeling and if he was drowsy. He was a bit light headed but like a kid on Christmas eve it was like he couldn't sleep. He had been waiting for so long.
"Just try to relax Peter."
"I'm trying," he murmured staring up at huge round light above.
"We're going to put a mask on you now. Count down from ten okay?" Peter nodded before the mask was put on his face. He took a deep breath, counting down with each lungful. He couldn't remember if he said four or if he just passed out.
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One second he was staring at the operation ceiling now he was staring at the medical room tiles. There was a in his chest, it made every breath painful. With a groan he turned his head looking around the empty room.
"Good evening Mr. Parker."
"Jarvis," Peter sighed in relief only to wince afterwards. He slowly looked down at his chest but there was a blanket tucked up below each arm and he knew he wasn't supposed to lift them. Granted he probably could to at least move the blanket but he was in too much pain. "How'd it go," he asked the ceiling.
"I will alert Dr. Banner that you are awake. I do believe it went well, your status has been steady."
A grin nearly split his face, "Thanks Jar."
"I wish you the best of luck sir."
Peter glanced up at his IV squinting at the label. It was a simple solution to keep him hydrated. Defiantly not what he felt he needed at the moment. He was relieved that Bruce walked in that second. "Peter," he greeted with a soft smile.
"Hey Bruce, how is it?"
"Good, nothing's growing back as far as we can tell. We spread a topical version of the medication over you're chest to make sure it stays that way. You'll have to reaply it every other day while it heals. You're drains can be removed in about a week. I'll help you switch them out every other day. Things are looking good."
Even though he could feel pain with every breath, each heart beat like a subtle push on a bruise Peter couldn't stop smiling. "Thank you Bruce."
"How's the pain?"
"Horrible." Bruce chuckled going to a cabinet above the sink.
"We created a painkiller, it was originally made for Steve but I'm sure I'll work for you just the same. Are you feeling nauseous? Dizzy?"
"Just sore," the younger said glancing down at the blanket. "When do you think I can see it?"
"I'll need to change you're bandages when those dry. You still have some swelling and the drains are in place so it won't be perfectly flat."
"Right," but that didn't stop the surge of excitement. Dr. Banner injected the painkillers through the IV and watched the monitors. Peter felt the chill in his veins. He stared up at the ceiling until the syringe was empty.
"This will make you drowsy." Peter hummed already falling asleep.
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The next morning Peter woke up in his room. He vaguely remembers switching rooms in a drugged haze after Dr. Banner changed his bandages. He looked up at the wall of windows finding the glass tinted to keep the light out. He turned his head to the door wondering what had woken him up. There was a small chime on his bed stand that answered. With a sleepy, pained groan he sat up and reached for it. He was already propped up on some fancy pillows Tony set up for him.
He squinted at the screen as his phone continued to ring. He thought maybe it was a call but the screen displayed text messages. 'Notification (34)'. The number kept raising. Peter typed in his password cursed as they continued to flow.
Wade: Hey Petey
Wade: Petester
Wade: Peter Peter Pumpkin eater
Wade: Are you busy?
Wade: You probs are
Wade: Or your ignoring me
Wade: Rude
Wade: I just stopped a bank robber
Wade: No one was unalived
Wade: Petey Piiiiieeeee
Wade: Are you okay?
Wade: Kinda getting worried
Wade: Maybe you're just sleeping
Wade: Wait it's been like 24 hours
Wade: Peter that's so irresponsible you can't sleep all day
Wade: I mean I know you're on break but
Wade: You need to eat
Wade: Have you eaten?
Wade: I can send you a pizza
Wade: Oh my god please let me send you a pizza
Wade: Dominos will decorate it however I want right?
Wade: Petey Pete Peter Pete
Wade: I ment to send those all sepately
Wade: I'm growing back some fingers at the moment
Wade: And an eye
Wade: And a foot
Wade: It was a wild night
Wade: But I saved the cat so everything's cool
Wade: I ramble when worried
Wade: If you couldn't tell I'm worried
Wade: Hey do you have a snapchat?
Wade: Dedp00 add me
Wade: Some asshole already took Deadpool
Wade: They don't even post any of my stuff
Peter groaned quickly typing up a response before it could continue. He really had to talk to the merc about his obsessive use of emojis.
Peter: I'm fine can you please stop blowing up my phone
Wade: peeEEEETTTTeeeEEEyyYyyY
Peter: Sorry I didn't have my phone on me
Wade: BbbaaAaaBByy BoOOOI
Peter: Hi Wade. How have you been?
Wade: So glad to hear from you my sweet prince where have you been?
Peter snorted glancing down at the ace bandage around his chest. What should he say? He cursed himself for not make up an excuse earlier. He was just so focused on the surgery.
Peter: I was spending time with my family yesterday and I just woke up. You?
Wade: Cool cool. I was working all day yesterday. It was epic
Peter: So I heard. Are you all healed up now?
Peter took this time to open his snapchat. He honestly never really used it. He only got it for Gwen. It took him a while and a few dozen passwords before he was finally able to log in. It took him a second to figure out how to add Wade.
Wade: Almost
Wade: PeterPrkr? Could you be anymore of a Basic Bitch
Peter: Blocked
Wade: Wait I was kidding!
Peter chuckled, then winced. He looked to the dresser, picking up a bottle of pills Bruce left behind. He took two and the glass of water. He'd have to put the other medication on soon. There was a break in the text messages. Peter was relieved until they started piling into his snapchat. He opened the picture from Dedp00. It was of Wade, wearing the mask holding up his hand in a peace sign only one of his fingers was the size of a child's.
PeterPrkr: gnarly
Dedp00: you should see my eye
PeterPrkr: i'm good
Dedp00: what does Prkr stand for?
PeterPrkr: my last name. It's Parker
He received a video. With a raised brow he opened it to Wade's masked face. A shining filter putting long lashes where his eyes were. The merc sighed loudly, "basic...bitch." The video ended and it took all of Peter's strength not to laugh.
PeterPrkr: its better then dedpoo
Dedp00: my name was taken! and like all variants of it
Dedp00: i'm still heated
Dedp00: what i don't get to see your face?
That was accompanied with a few more emojis. Peter turned on his front camera, grimacing at the sight. He was still kind of pale and his hair was starting to get greasy. Post-op Peter defiantly wasn't flattering.
PeterPrkr: just woke up.
Dedp00: that's what the filters are for
Peter was then bombarded with pictures of Wade's mask littered with every filter available. Along with a few videos with the voice changer feature. Peter managed to take a few screen shots, laughing when Wade sent another video right after demanding to know what they would be used for.
PeterPrkr: blackmail.
Dedp00: hah! Spread those pictures. This is a new mask. I look fabulous
PeterPrkr: screensaver.
He got another video. The merc was squealing, "Baby boy you're so cute oh my god that's no fair send me a picture I want one toooo!"
PeterPrkr: after I make myself look presentable.
Wade sent a picture that kind of looked like he was pouting with the word 'fine' under it. Peter sighed looking up at the ceiling. "Jarvis? Could you bring Bruce in please?"
"Right away Mr. Parker."
"And could you lift the blinds or whatever that is?"
"Yes sir." The tint in the windows faded slowly so that Peter could adjust to the lighting in the room. It had to be around noon. Bruce walked in with a case that held all he needed to change the bandages. The exchanged pleasantries and Bruce asked how he was feeling. Peter said he'd taken his meds which Bruce scolded him for because he hadn't yet had breakfast. Bruce would bring him some food when they were done.
Unfortunately the drains meant he would have to avoid taking a shower until later. Peter managed to keep the topic off his picture when talking to Deadpool. He got visits from everyone in the tower. He called his Aunt May who was happy to hear he was doing well. And the days went on like this.
He woke up to Deadpool's messages and to change his bandages. When the week was done Bruce moved them back down to the medical room. Peter was giving his own supply of bandages and topical medicine. He was grateful for the shower just shortly after glad that he could change the setting so that the water wasn't overbearing.
Once he was clean he found a place to sit that wouldn't give away where he was and sent a picture to Wade. He got a video, this time the merc was outside so it was hard to hear him over the city life. "Finally," he cheered. "How are you Petey Pie?"
Peter sent his own video back, "good. I'm working on some school work. How're you?"
He got a picture back, 'working on a case. Gotta catch some baddies, wish me luck.' Peter did and told him to be careful before turning back to the essay on his new laptop. It had been a long time since Peter had felt so at ease. Like things were working out for him. He hoped it lasted. But knowing his luck it would only last so long.