Don't Leave Part 2 Pietro MaximoffxReader

Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours; he could have sworn the hours turned into days, then weeks, then months, and then years as he waited outside of the room they’d taken you to.

Having his body riddled with bullets hadn’t been nearly so painful.

The worst part of it was not being told what was going on. There must have been a dozen doctors and nurses that had entered and left that room but not one would tell him what they were doing to you, whether you were alright or not.

…If you were past the point of saving.

No, he couldn’t think that way. You’d be perfectly fine. The doctors would come out and say you’d totally recovered somehow and then you’d burst from the room and he’d sweep you up and never let you go.

Yeah. Yeah that’s exactly what would happen.

What felt like another eternity passed before a doctor came out and Pietro immediately ran over to get them, make them, to tell him something and only barely managing to keep calm enough to speak in English.

“Well? What is going on? How is she? What-“

“Sir, if you’d allow me a moment to speak, I will gladly tell you what is going on.”

“…Right. Sorry.”

“Miss (Last Name) is fine. She-“

And that was all he needed to hear.

Not waiting a moment longer, he sped into your room and went right to your side, ignoring the protests of the medical staff around him as he took your hand. The sound of your breathing had never meant so much to him.

“Dragă I’m back. The doctor said that you are fine now. I-… I was so scared. I thought you were leaving me,” he said, his throat tightening from the immense relief he felt. “You must promise that you will never do this again, da? That you will never leave me.”

“…Pietro?”

His eyes widened before snapping to your face, almost refusing to believe it when they met yours, weary and half-lidded as they were.

“…(Name)?”

“Hi…,” you managed to respond, even though your throat was raspy and dry, and a tired smile making its way onto your face.

Pietro’s hand was shaking as he raised it to cup your cheek, sucking in a breath as you leaned into his touch. “You’re-“

He almost couldn’t continue but your smile was still there and your eyes were still open.

Tears filled his eyes again as he managed a weak smile in return. “You’re awake…”

A breath escaped through your nose, the sound as much of a laugh as you could manage, and you nodded. As your eyes closed again his heart jerked in panic but the gentle way you squeezed his hand reassured him that you weren’t going anywhere.

“I missed you, dragă,” he said quietly, unaware of the nurses bustling all over the place now that you were awake.

A few moments passed before you could answer. “I missed you too…,” you took in a deep breath before managing to continue. “And I promise.”

“What?” he asked, not sure what you meant.

“I promise…,” you repeated, opening your eyes to see him. “I won’t leave you.”

His eyes widened again before shutting as he leaned forward to press his forehead to yours with a quiet laugh, amazed he could have already forgotten the plea he’d made.

“Good.”

He would be sure to hold you to that.