a/n:ย I feel like I havenโt written on here in a while, but was in the mood to write something little. Hope you enjoy :)
synopsis: peter comes back to you after a late night of parole, slight angst and fluff ensues.
warnings: some brief mentions of injury
ย ย ย ย The crisp air that managed to escape from beneath your window made its way to where you sat up in bed, and you shifted beneath your multiple blankets. โShould I close it?...No, keep it open for Peter.โ You thought to yourself, rather lacking sureness. โHeโll be back soon.โ You continued to ruminate in thought after having been staring at your phone for over an hour. Youโd been switching between the same 3 apps to mindlessly distract yourself. It was an attempt to ward off sleep, in the hope of seeing your boyfriend after a late night of paroling. You hadnโt seen him before bed in over a week, and you made him promise to get back home earlier. Although, he usually had difficulty keeping promises.
You huffed, defeated. Sleep began to lull you into its grasp. You checked your phone for any messages from Peter, (and there were none), so you placed it on your bedside table. You then comfortably laid back, prepared to fall within the realm of sleep. That is, until you heard a brisk โswoopโ sound outside, followed by a light โthudโ sound against the floorboards indoors. As usual, he climbed through the window.ย
You briskly sat up in bed, quick to switch on the lamp.
โJeez!โ Peter yelped. Still clad in his spidey-suit. His suitโs spider-like eyes twitched, adjusting to the sudden light.
โPeter...itโs two thirty, love,โ You sighed. Peterโs demeanor changed, and you could tell just by his posture that he was already ridden with guilt.
โI know, I know,โ he said, removing his bodysuit, yet simultaneously trying not to pull off his mask. โThere were just โlotta bad guys tonight.โ
You let out a โhumphโ sorta sound, as you eyed Pete getting ready for bed. You couldnโt help but feel a little upset still, regardless of his nightly hero duties.
โIโm really in the mood for cuddles right now, though,โ Peter whispered, clambering underneath the covers, in only his boxers. Andโ his mask.
โPeter?โ You asked, the two of you sitting up facing one another in bed. โYour mask?โ
โOh, right.โ He peeled off the lower half of his spidey face, uncovering his chin, lips, and a part of his nose.
Taking your response as an invitation, Peter lent in for a kiss, and in surprise, you dodged it.
โUh, Pete, I kinda wanna see, you know, your whole face.โ You said on the verge of laughter.
You faltered at his stillness, and almost couldโve sworn he gulped. Your eyes shifted into a look of concern. โPete-โ you started.
Bringing your hands up to his face, his body tensing underneath your touch, you delicately peeled the material upwards, unmasking your boyfriend. Gasping, and stopping at the sight of his eyes. Peterโs eyes were tightly shut, one eye particularly battered and bruised. He gently opened them, a guilty smile plastered across his face, and he reluctantly removed his mask entirely. Revealing a gash at the top of his head and minor cuts across the rest of his features.
โPeter!!!โ You whispered harshly, and clambered on top of him. Legs clung around his waist, you brought your hands to his face and inspected his few injuries. The main one being his massive black eye. Peter half-heartedly chuckled, yet winced as you ran your fingers across his injuries. And, as you gently grazed your thumb across a long cut.ย
โArgh, Pete,โ you said gruffly in exasperation, and jumped off your boyfriend, rushing off to grab his usual needed medical equipment. You returned shortly, ointments and bandages in hand, โPeter, you know I donโt like doing this stuff,โ you sighed. Collecting the various items beside you as you sat on his lap once more. He placed his hands at your waist in an attempt to balance you.
โI know, lovie, but you know why I canโt go to medical professionalsโ theyโre gonna want to know how the hell I ended up like this.โ
โYeah, but couldnโt you go to Mr. Stark or something?โ You pouted.ย
โNope, wanted to come straight home to you, love,โ Peter smiled, as you placed some ointments on his wounds. โPlus, I made a promise.โ
โYeah, well, I donโt care about a stupid promise over your health, Pete. This is some serious shit, and Iโm barely medical skilled.โ You whispered, whilst dabbing the ointment across his wounds, โโIโm just worried about you, Peter.โ
โDonโt worry y/n, Iโve got some pretty sick Spidey senses for this stuff, and Iโve got my best girl. Now kiss me better.โ
You rolled your eyes, but pecked each (now) bandaged cut.
