Peter Parker Imagines

53. Moving On - Part Three

a/n: this hurts pretty much as much as the last two but uh I hope y'all forgive me :) sorry it's long af but it would've been awkward to cut it into two parts soo here's the finale! there's an important note at the end of the chapter btw!

warnings: major character death & death mentions, reader has ptsd, nightmares & anxiety, mentions of therapy, language, so many infinity war spoilers, so much angst

reminder: requests are closed!

Therapy did help you in many ways - your therapist was a nice lady and while she didn't completely understand what you'd been through since she herself wasn't a superhero, she knew how to help people with PTSD and that was really all you needed.

It had gotten easier - talking about how you felt with someone really did help, and you felt yourself getting better every day. The nightmares didn't go away, but you were able to go back to sleep after, which was never easy before. 

Doing simple activities didn't trigger as many panic attacks as they had in the past - seeing kids dressed as Spider-Man for Halloween, talking about Peter or what happened, or seeing posts on social media about the snap didn't hurt as bad as they had before.

You weren't completely healed, you had accepted that you might never fully be, but you were on the road to recovery and that was okay.

However, the second Tony and the others left, you felt some of that anxiety and fear creep back into your thoughts.

"They know what they're doing, Y/N," Shuri had told you an hour after they went into space, seeing the look in your eyes that basically screamed panic. "They'll get them home."

You weren't an idiot, however. Shuri was smart, that was given, but she wasn't the best at lying. It wasn't hard to tell that she was hiding something from you, something you knew had to do with Tony, but you weren't going to pester her about it.

You just wanted to focus on moving on. Which was hard to do when more and more days passed without hearing any news from Tony.

It wasn't until the third day after they left that you heard a loud knocking on your door after having fallen asleep after a particularly tiring session with Okoye, who offered to help you keep up training while you were there. It was a nice offer and did help you take your mind off things, but you were always wiped out after.

You opened the door, blinking sleep out of your eyes to take in the figure in front of you before your knees nearly buckled.

"Wanda?" You breathed out, seeing the girl smile a little as you engulfed her in a hug, nearly sobbing as she wrapped her arms around you tightly.

"It's okay," she smiled, holding you tighter, "It's okay."

"He did it?" You asked, too afraid to pull back in case she would disappear again, "Tony really got you all back?"

"He must have," she leaned back from the hug, frowning a little at the sight of how tired you seemed, "We are coming back in the order we left, I think. Some of them are just forming now. Have you gotten any sleep?"

"The-the ones on Titan," you said quickly, ignoring her question. "Where are they?"

"I don't know, I just came back, I was one of the first," she pursed her lips, tugging your hand, "Let's go see."

It was strange to see Wanda, looking exactly like the last time you saw her - to be fair, you hadn't actually seen her the day she and the others died, but she still looked the same. Most importantly, she looked alive.