#peter os

His kisses send shivers down your spine and his ragged breathing against your neck gives you goosebumps. In fact, you could lie here all day long and just enjoy each and every single one of his tender touches, be it with his hands or his lips.

Unfortunately, you are not allowed to enjoy this moment much longer because Peter suddenly jumps up in surprise, his spider senses apparently striking, leaving you baffled.

"Oh shit."

You can't read the look on his face to get an idea of what's happening, but you don't have to because you can clearly hear the door to the apartment unlocking and opening in the next moment, his aunt coming in.

"Peter? I'm back!"

You look at each other in silence for a few seconds, your eyes wide, holding your breath. Then, all of a sudden, you free yourself from each other's grip, Peter almost tumbling off the bed in an attempt to stand up as silently as possible.

"What is your aunt doing here?! You said she wouldn't be back until this evening!", you hiss at him under your breath, getting up from his bed while pulling down your shirt, which has ridden up due to your rough make-out session.

"She shouldn't be back already!", Peter whisper-yells back, looking around his room, desperately searching for help. There really aren't many places for you to hide here. His closet is full of piles of clothes and his room is over all pretty cluttered. Not that it usually bothers you, but it is pretty inconvenient right now.

Because his aunt doesn't know about the two of you and you don't intend on her to find out. Especially not like this.

Once she knows, your father will know, and that is going to be a problem.

"Peter? Are you here?", May calls out through the apartment and when you hear footsteps approaching, Peter gently grabs your arms and frantically helps you hide under his bed. May opens the door just as Peter quickly drapes the blanket over the edge of the bed so that you are hidden. Quickly, you hold your breath and hope she can't hear your fast beating heart.

"M-May. What... Uhm, what are you doing here? Already?", Peter chuckles nervously, trying to act as innocent as possible while trying to cover his bare upper body with his arms. May's eyes narrow as she looks at him suspiciously. Her eyes wander around the room, sensing that something is off.

"Why are you not wearing a shirt?", she asks him, her brows furrowed. Peter opens his mouth, but because he has no idea what to say to explain himself, he closes it again. Then he opens it once more, but again can't think of a good excuse.

"You know what? I don't even want to know", she shakes her head, waving a towel around that she must have picked up from the kitchen on her way to his room. "Make sure you put something on though. Something presentable, preferably."

"S-Sure. Why, exactly?", Peter asks with uncertainty in his voice, shuffling to the right to pick up his shirt which was carelessly thrown onto the floor. While doing so, he makes sure that he's still right in front of the bed where you are trying to be as silent as possible. In one quick, smooth movement, Peter pulls his shirt over his head, hiding the obvious clues of what was happening in this room mere seconds ago.

"I invited the Starks for dinner."

"What?", you mumble under your breath at the same time as Peter says it out loud.

"Not quite the reaction I expected, to be honest", May chuckles, pulling a claw clip out of her hair so that her long brown hair falls over her shoulders. "You enjoyed your internship at Stark Industries with Mr. Stark so much and I thought I would be doing you a favour. His wife and daughter will be here, too. And that cute chief of security, Happy was his name?"

"Eww, May!", Peter turns away from her with disgust, shuddering at the thought that his aunt has a thing for Happy out of all people. Nevertheless, his gaze shortly wanders to the framed certificate on the wall that testifies his successful work with the Stark Industries Internship Program. Thank God Aunt May doesn't know that he actually flew to Germany and was involved in a conflict between the Avengers during this so-called 'internship'.

Even though you can't see his aunt from your - extremely uncomfortable - position under the bed, you can literally hear her roll her eyes.

"Do me a favour", she then proceeds, combing her fingers through her hair. "Be sweet to Y/N. She kinda has a crush on you."

Your whole face flushes at once and you almost start coughing, choking on air you inhaled too abruptly, but instead you cover your mouth with your hand.

"Really?", Peter asks with such feigned disbelief that it's extremely suspicious. His voice perfectly captures the satisfaction he's feeling right now and you just know that he currently has that smug smile on his face that you ever so often would like to wipe off.

"I had no idea", he adds to your misery, chuckling a bit under his breath.

"Of course you didn't. Boys never do", May announces with a laugh, teasing her nephew before finally leaving the room and closing the door shut behind her. Her footsteps move away and once he's sure the situation is safe, Peter immediately bursts into a fit of laughter.

"Shut up!", you say angrily and punch the bed from underneath to make him stop laughing. You sigh in defeat when he doesn't. You'd love nothing more than to stay under his mattress forever and never look at him again because everything about this situation is incredibly awkward and makes you want to disappear into thin air.

Peter's laughing face appears in front of you as he kneels down and pushes aside the blanket. The moment he sees you, an emotion darts across his face that you can't quite place, but it certainly has something to do with the intense blush on your cheeks.

"Didn't know you had a crush on me", he mocks you with a wink, trying his best to contain his laughter, and reaches for your hands to help you out.

"Didn't know you were such an idiot", you counter and can't help but let out a soft giggle from the cramped space underneath the bed before you let him free you.

As soon as you're standing upright again, you playfully punch him in the chest and adjust your top, which has slipped from all the action. It only takes him three seconds to pull you towards him by the wrist and kiss you hard, your face in his hands. You sink into him.

"No, but seriously, when did you develop this crush on me? I'd love to know", he murmurs against your lips with a smile, which only earns him a groan from your side. "If Aunt May knew what we did before-"

"I suppose we don't want neither her nor my parents to find out about us like this, so I suggest I get going", you interrupt him, placing your hands on his firm chest to push him away from you. Which is pretty hard since he doesn't want to let go of you just yet.

"I'm sure you'll look stunning at dinner", Peter smirks, his hands riding up your hips to lift up your shirt again. Immediately, you swat his hands away and turn to the window.

"Behave yourself", you roll your eyes with a smile, knowing full well he adores you in any piece of clothing. Or none.

Peter helps you open up the window, the soundscape of New York immediately entering the room. He steadies you while helping you out the window and then wraps his hands tightly around your waist before using one of his webs to gently lower the both of you into the alley outside his window.

Something you're very practiced in with the amount of times you had to sneak out of his room in the middle of the night.

"See you later, Spidey", you say and move to kiss his cheek, but he immediately goes for the full kiss, seemingly not getting enough of you. "And don't embarrass me again."

"I wouldn't think of it!", he answers in shock, as if it isn't something he absolutely loves to do, just to see your adorable reaction to it. You shake your head, smiling and waving as you walk to the main street.

"We still need to finish this!", Peter calls after you and sends another wave of heat to your head, your heart beating faster.

Outside your room, you hear the quiet clinking of glass as a member of your family is apparently emptying the dishwasher. You can hear the deep tone of your father's voice but your mind is too busy with the words you are currently reading to concentrate on any of them.

You even block out the loud sirens from several passing fire trucks and police cars, subconsciously perceiving them, but not actually understanding them. What you do notice, however, is a loud but dull bang a few seconds later as something hits your window with so much force to startle you out of your dreamland but not enough to break the glass.

Suddenly, your whole body is tensed up, your pulse increasing vehemently when you look at your window and see nothing. The sirens continue to blare through the streets of New York, but the moment you think you see a shadow on the fire escape, you couldn't care less about them.

Quickly, you carelessly toss your book onto your blanket, reality now more important than the words in it, and you swing your legs over the edge of your bed in a haste before quickly stepping to the window.

Strong rays of sunshine hit your face and your eyes close out of reflex, but you reach for the window anyway and lift it up. You still haven't discovered the source of the bang, but something inside of you tells you that it is important, that you are needed.

And you were right because once you lean out of your window a tiny bit, you spot a figure on the right side of your window, sitting against the wall.

"Peter?", is all your vocal cords manage as a shiver runs down your spine when he looks at you before his name even fully left your mouth, his senses striking, your eyes meeting.

If there is one thing in this already cruel world that you hate the most, it's seeing others suffer, especially if you know those people. Especially if you love those people. Deeply.

That is why your heart beats even more painfully now that you see the numerous wounds and the blood - so, so, so much blood - on his face and body, his hair disheveled from the mask. His suit is torn in a few places, the areas you sewed last week ripped open again.

"Oh my god", you curse under your breath and don't waste another second to climb out the window and onto the emergency staircase of your huge apartment building, crawling to his side.

As soon as you reach him, his pained face lights up for a second, shooting you his characteristic smile. But it doesn't fully reach his eyes as it normally does which worries you even more.

"Hey you", he whispers softly, his voice obviously strained as he tries to turn his body into your direction, failing as he whimpers in pain.

"What happened?", you immediately ask, concerned about his current state. You have seen him after a lot of fights, after good and bad battles, after winning one or losing one, but never did he look so weak and vulnerable to you. Peter always tries to seem strong in front of you, he wants to be twice as strong for the both of you, but in this moment, right now, it just breaks your heart.

"Oh, you know. Just the usual", he replies, shrugging before realizing that every little movement hurts. "A bad guy striving for world domination. Nothing new, really."

"Peter, this is no joke", you scold him, startled about the fact that he can still make jokes looking like this. "We need to get you to the hospital immediately."

Stumbling to get up, you are immediately stopped by his scraped up hand that wraps around your forearm, his grip tight to keep you from leaving.

"Relax, cupcake. I just needed to see you, that's all", he tells you, but you don't buy it, especially not when every breath he takes causes him unimaginable pain. "Just gonna rest for a bit and then I will feel much better."

"Peter! I'm warning you, keep your damn eyes open", you immediately shake him as he only whispers his last words quietly and his head slowly lowers. You quickly grab his face and force him to look at you and sure enough, his disoriented pupils find yours. A small smile creeps onto his lips as he takes in another shaky breath.

"You have to listen carefully now, okay? We have to get you inside. I'm going to lift you up, but I can't do it alone. You have to help me with this with the last bit of strength you can muster, alright? It will probably hurt, but I can't help you any other way, Peter", you gently speak to him, a certain urgency in your voice, and even though his senses seem to be quite foggy, he nods and immediately tries to get up with his arm against the wall of the building. Quickly, you support him and pull his arm over your shoulder so that most of his weight is now on you.

"Okay, okay. One step-" you start to explain, but Peter staggers forward dangerously before you quickly press your hand against his chest to steady him. "One step at a time. Just look at what I'm doing."

Together, you finally manage to get him to your open window, where the next obstacle is already waiting for you: how are you supposed to get him inside?

“Let me think about the best way to get you in there", you mumble, your head lost in thought as another police patrol drives past your apartment building. Before you can come up with a solution, however, Peter suddenly bends down and squeezes himself through the window in excruciating pain. That done, he almost falls over if you hadn't followed him, cursing, and prevented him from meeting your floor by grabbing his waist. With his help, you maneuver him to your bed, where he lies down groaning.

"I swear to God, when this is over, I will be the one to kill you", you say under your breath, eyeing his entire body, inspecting all the wounds that need medical care.

At the sight of him, dark thoughts suddenly rush through your mind and your eyes become watery, but you know that you have to be strong for him and you do not allow a tear to fall down. With a deep breath you get up and go to your adjoining bathroom, where you always keep a first aid kit under the sink. After all, this isn't the first time Peter has asked you for help; it's just never been this bad.

Before you can get to your bed again, there is a loud knock on your bedroom door all of a sudden and you stand still for a second, completely frozen in place. Your eyes wander to Peter, lying on your bed in his miserable state. A boy lying in your bed.

Spiderman lying in your bed.

"Y/N?" your father speaks from the other side of the door, turning the doorknob like he always does, not waiting for your answer.

"Stop, Dad! I'm changing!", you shout, running up and reaching the door just in time so you can lean against it and shut it close again.

"Oh, my bad. Listen, something happened and I have to go out again. That useless Spiderman guy- Whatever. I know we were supposed to cook your favorite meal today, but that has to wait until tomorrow, sweetheart", he now speaks to you through the door and your heart beats a beat faster the moment you put two and two together. "I just have one request for you: stay here, in your room. Don't go out today. Your mom is in the kitchen if you need anything."

"Yes, Dad. Don't worry, I have loads of homework", you reply, letting out a sigh of relief as soon as you hear his footsteps walking away from your door, quietly locking your door from the inside. But it's only when you hear the front door closing that you move again and rush to Peter's side, who, to your surprise, still has his eyes open, even if only slightly. Immediately, his hand blindly reaches for you.

"I'm here, I'm here now", you assure him quickly and squeeze his hand tightly, but let go again to open the first aid kit. However, when you see all of his wounds, you find it difficult to keep track of all of them and feel overwhelmed.

"Cut it open", he croaks quietly, making you look at him in surprise. "The suit."

Understanding him, you nod and quickly cut through the fabric so you can tend to his injuries better. However, you also see the numerous dark blue and purple spots that are spread all over his upper body and your head doesn't even realize that he is now lying in front of you shirtless.

"Are you checking me out right now?", Peter mentions with a mock undertone, immediately snapping you out of your thoughts and your cheeks take on a deep red blush.

"N-No! Of course not!"

"Ah, man. If I had known that, I would have done a few more pushups beforehand", he teases you and on the one hand you are relieved that he is no longer on the verge of passing out, but on the other hand this really isn't the time to make jokes.

"You are such an idiot", you giggle quietly and use a damp cloth to wipe away the blood that is spread all over his muscular upper body. Then you use an alcohol-free wipe, and gently dab his skin with it. He immediately groans in pain and wiggles around, but since you both know there is no other way, he grits his teeth and tries to make as few sounds as possible.

When you reach his face to clean the wounds there, you repeatedly catch yourself looking into his glittering eyes, which are fixed on your face. With every eye contact you feel warmer and you try to suppress the blush that wants to creep onto your cheeks again.

"I'm sorry that you won't get your favorite meal today", Peter finally says, a pained expression on his face as you dab at the deep cut on his nose. "Ouch! That stings!"

"Well, if you didn't always jump into hopeless fights, then we wouldn't even be in this situation", you roll your eyes at him, concentrating on being as careful as possible so that you do not cause him more pain.

"Others would have been hurt..", he murmurs under his breath and if it weren't so quiet in your room, you probably wouldn't have heard him at all, but his words make you pause as you look directly at him.

The serious look on his face warms your heart and with a smile you nod, showing him that you understand. That he just can't help but to help others because that is what he likes to do. That is what he is made for.

When he still doesn't break the intense eye contact after several seconds, you clear your throat and begin to apply a healing ointment on most of his wounds and then bandage them.

"Peter, you really have to go to the hospital and get checked. I'm not sure if you broke some bones", you plead and he nods in agreement, but reluctantly. Absentmindedly, you run your hand through his hair and then down his face, always careful to not touch any of his wounds.

"But you are the best nurse", Peter admits, making your heart beat faster again as he intertwines your hands on his bare chest. He places his other hand on your cheek and you nuzzle into it, never breaking eye contact. And when he puts his hand on your neck and pulls you closer and closer to his face, you feel like your heart stops completely. Only shortly before your lips touch do you break eye contact.

Peter kisses you with so much affection that you almost feel dizzy and you feel every part of your body that touches him.

With a hiss of pain, he is forced to break the kiss eventually, the pain now less but still present. Tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, he looks at you with so much love in his eyes that you want to kiss him again immediately, but he stops you.

"Thank you", he says and you can literally feel his gratitude, which he emphasizes with a kiss on your knuckles. Smiling, you place a soft kiss on his cheek before connecting your lips once more.