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Peter’s body went still after Wanda placed a hand on his head, making his breathing start to even. Everyone collectively sighed, throughout the entire disaster in Peter’s panic many of the Avengers arrived in an attempt to calm him down while Wanda made her way to the Medbay.
Clint looked like he was about to throw up, right along with Sam that looked like he was going to pass out. Wanda sucked in a sob as she left the room immediately after Peter was sedated for his own good. Even Thor had managed to make his way to the room in sight of the kid struggling to breath. Nothing in front of the team shook the God more than this.
It took everyone a few minutes to gather themselves enough to trickle out of the room. One by one until it was just Steve and Cho. Both looked at Peter with deep sadness and guilt. “We can’t do this.” Steve said after minutes of silence. His mind seemed to be working a million miles a second. “We can’t just keep letting this happen. Peter doesn’t deserve any of this.”
Without letting Cho say anything he stood up, and with one last glance at the sedated Peter, he nearly ran off down the hallway.
He knew what they had to do.
“We can’t do that, Steve.” Natasha almost yelled.
“Why! He’s done nothing to deserve this! None of it! It is bullshit!” Steve spat out. Everyone around him knew he was about to snap, especially when he cursed with that much emotion. “Peter was just getting better and now this happened. He will never be able to get over it.” Steve said, “You weren’t with him when he practically broke down in my arms after thinking I was Martin when he woke up from yet another nightmare!”
“Messing with Peter’s memory is not a good idea.” Natasha spoke again, looking around to those who were affected by mind control. But as she looked towards Clint, even he looked like he was agreeing with Steve.
“Maybe he’s right.” He spoke, voice caked in sadness. “It would just be better for him to forget everything that has happened with his foster parents.” He knew the trauma that came with family, he began to imagine what Peter felt like being abused by someone that was supposed to take care of him. “Wanda can do it to where he will forget them, or anything he should forget. Whether it be the abuse, or even meeting us.” His last words were drowning in sadness but acceptance.
Everyone except Natasha agreed, “What if this does more harm than good?” She waited for an answer before continuing, “What if this is all for nothing?”
“Then we have at least tried.”
Wanda entered the Medbay before dinner and was back when it was served. She nodded.
It was done.