'-eter. Peter, please wake up. We need you.' Wanda's telepathic voice cut through the haze of unconsciousness clouding Peter's mind. He felt numb. He tried to open his eyes, to move his hand, but nothing worked.

'Hey.' He responded, hoping she got his answer.

'OH MY GOD PETER! ARE YOU OKAY?!' Wanda's voice was relieved and emotional. 'How do you feel? Can you open your eyes?'

'I feel really weird, everything kinda started hurting a few seconds ago.' Peter replied honestly. 'I can't move. I think I'm not really fully awake yet.'

'That's okay. I'll ask Bruce to get some more meds for you.' Wanda said, sounding a bit disappointed.

'How is the rest of the team?' Peter suddenly remembered Tony.

'They're okay. Nobody was seriously injured.'

They chatted for a few more minutes, before Peter was exhausted and fell back asleep.

Wanda sat next to Peter's bed every day. Her friend's torso was wrapped in bandages, his head supported by a neck brace. A cast wrapped around his fractured leg. IV lines poked into his arms. Peter was pale, but looked better than he had when they pulled him out of the water. He had almost died. They were thankful that a rib didn't puncture a lung. All in all, Peter was lucky to have survived the drop, but Wanda still felt terrible. She hadn't caught him in time.

Tony visited constantly, and was there every time Peter woke up. Wanda connected them telepathically, and Tony cried when he heard Peter's voice. It was too close to the first time they had all been captured.

It was too close to Peter dying.

The rest of the team filtered in and out one by one, and when Peter finally opened his eyes, they were all right beside him. Three days after the battle, Peter was able to speak.

Wanda connected their minds again, so Peter didn't have to read lips. Steve was pretty much fluent in ASL, but Tony still only knew swear words and the alphabet. It made Peter laugh every time he finger spelled something and got it wrong.

They would heal, again and again. Nothing could ever break them apart.