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Peter ParkerxReader

Word Count: 1,350

Summary: You getting beat up and Peter is super overprotective but also so gentle.

Tugging your hood closer over your face you dug in your locker. You knew you couldn’t hide forever.

“Hey Y/N!”

You started, gripping your locker door. “He-hey Peter,” You greeted, closing your locker and turning away from him. “I have a yearbook meeting, I’ll talk to you later.”

“There’s no yearbook meeting,” he said, more to himself. He easily caught up to you. “That was a bad lie considering I’m the main photographer for the yearbook Y/N.”

“It-it’s for me and the writer’s. I decided all the layout people and photographers didn’t need to be there.” You lied, it felt awful lying to him but if you kept him going on this lie then maybe he wouldn’t ask about your ho-

“Okay then, why’s your hood up?” He asked, leaning forward trying to get a look at your face.

You quickly looked away. “Just- migraine, the light’s in this place are killer.”

“Do you need anything? I think I have some painkillers in my locker kit if you-“

“No,” you answered, “I’m fine, already took some.” You didn’t want to say yes and prolong your time with him, even if it was a lie. Even though you were in some pain. You stopped at a random empty classroom. “I’ll see you later,” You stated and tried to dodge into the room away from him.

But he caught your hand and tugged you back towards him. “Hey, no kiss? I’m-“

You had tripped over your feet at the sudden tug and caught yourself on his chest.

Wrapping his arm around your middle he chuckled. “Sorry, baby,” He said before tilting your chin up. “What the fuck happened to your face?”

You’d tried to pull your face away before he caught sight but you didn’t want your boyfriend to think you were rejecting him. A whimper left your throat as you turned away from his hand. You bit your lip on the side that wasn’t slit.

Peter looked around the hall for any teachers before opening that classroom door and pulling you through. “Sweetheart what happened?” He asked, tugging your hood down. More than just your cut lip appeared to him.

Your right eye and cheek were black and blue, as was your jawline on that side. This while scrapes dusted the other side of your face. As if someone hit you while your face was on the ground.

Rage built in Peter’s chest. He lightly grazed his fingers over the bruising. “Who did this to you?” His voice was quieter than his touch was soft.

Tears flooded your vision as you shook your head and looked down.

He put a hand on the back of your head and pulled you into his chest. He held you as you cried. It burned at his heart that someone did this to you. That he wasn’t there to protect you.

“Baby,” he whispered. “Who did it?”

You sniffled, “No, Pete-Peter. I don’t-don’t want you to worry about this okay? It’s fine, I’m okay. Really… I’m sorry for hiding… I knew you were gonna see but I just wanted to tell you before you did but I kept chickening out and-“

He brushed your hair behind your ear. “Baby, just tell me. I need to make sure something like this will never happen again.”

You shook your head against him.

“Do I need to go all detective on you? I won’t ask again, I swore I would never let anything happen to you and here this happened? You’re /everything/ to me. Just please, it kills me that I couldn’t protect you, at least let me make sure that no one ever does something like this to you again.”

You shook your head. “It-it was Stella and Maggie.” Two girls you’d known since 1st grade that never liked you. There were plenty of times they’d caused you to get hurt, but they’d never gone this far. And why had they? Because you and Peter had gotten together, you were editor of the yearbook, and actually starting to become popular since you worked with a lot of groups because of that job. They were jealous.

He nodded and kissed the top of your head, knowing why it finally reached this point. The two girls pined after Peter once Mysterio outed him as Spider-Man a year ago now. He never fell for anything they tried, once you started dating they tried to break the two of you up. You both ignored them. He supposed it was only a matter of time before something like physical assault happened.

“Don’t do anything, Peter, it’s really okay.” You tried, but as you looked up at him the look in his eyes told you he was not going to listen. You’d never seen him so angry and trying to keep his cool. You were grateful that he wasn’t mad at you, he was beyond the sweetest person you’d ever know. His anger surprised you. “O-or maybe just don’t get into trouble…”

He leaned forward and kissed your forehead.

Peter had Karen search the two girls out and as soon as they were found he was heading right for them.

He dropped down, right in front of them. “Hi ladies,” he said. He wasn’t even in his suit. He needed them to see his rage.

The two girls jumped in surprise.

“Peter,” Stella said, “You scared us.”

Maggie looked wearily at her friend. She knew they were in trouble and here Stella was pretending nothing was wrong.

“We need to talk,” Peter told them. He was trying to not show his anger yet, to make them feel secure.

“What’s up?” Stella asked. “Finally decide you were wrong for picking Y/N and come to ask me out?”

Maggie shrunk some and elbowed Stella in her side.

Stella waved her off and smiled what she thought was sexily at Peter.

Peter smiled back at her, he was shaking with anger. It was bad enough what she did, but now she decided to make comments and attempt to flirt with him? No. The look in his eyes was overtaken with his rage.

Stella took a step back in surprise. Maggie stayed in place with wide scared eyes.

“If you ever even think about touching Y/N,” he started. He let out a deep laugh. He stopped his sentence.

“P-Peter-“

“Shut up.” He snapped. “I’ve been quiet about you long enough. You’ve bullied Y/N long enough. You’re never going to look at her again, let alone speak to or touch her. You might thnk it’s cool that I’m Spider-Man and I help people.” His eyes grew dark. “But I will not hesitate to web you to the underside of a bridge. And my webs don’t last forever. Do I make myself clear? And if you even think about telling anyone I threatened you, you’ll have a very powerful lawyer coming after you for assault and no one’s gonna believe you that I threatened you. Do I make myself clear?”

The two girls were practically cowering against each other.

“Good.” Peter was gone a moment later.

There were light footsteps on your fire escape before a soft tap on the window.

You smiled and moved to open the window.

Peter stepped in and scooped you up. “Hi beautiful,” He kissed a spot on your cheek that was not scraped.

You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck as he sat down on your bed with you in his lap.

“Took care of everything,” he told you with a smile.

“Thanks, baby. I’m sorry you had to do that.” You cuddled into his neck.

He hugged you close. “I love you, I never want you to get hurt and I’ll do everything I can to make sure that you’re safe.”

You smiled and pulled back just enough so you could kiss him.

To say that your two bullies that’d been after you more than half your life hightailed it away from you in fear, well that was an understatement. Peter squeezed your hand and brought it to his lips, leaving a gentle kiss there.

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