#spinderman

You’re knee bounced anxiously as your lower lip cot caught between your teeth. It was hard to focus on what the news reporter had to say. You were honed in on the red and blue suit that would cut in and out of frame.

The apartment building was completely engulfed in flames and smoke. The red lights from the fire truck couldn’t wash out the fires orange that painted the scene. The horror struck bystanders gawked at the scene, doing their best to console those who were losing everything.

On any other day, you would be sharing your sympathy for them. But here and now you were focused on Spider-man climbing in and out of the building, bringing children down to the fireman’s reach, then rushing in to find the next. You heart was in your stomach, gripping the remote with fierceness.

This cycle of his rescue continued for the next serval minutes, your anxiety continuing to grow. When would it be the last time you saw him go in?

Then, suddenly, he didn’t come back out. The news reported commented,” All residents have been accounted for. Search and rescue has commenced.”

“N-no. No. Peter is still in there,” You began to panic. No one was going to check for the super hero. But he was just a boy. What if the heat got to him? Or the smoke inhalation? What if he got caught? You fell to your knees in front of the TV, now letting panic induced tears stream down your face.

“Please, no. My Pete,” You mumbled, anxiously awaiting a report of his safe exist from the building. Where was here?

At some point the panic was too much to bear, so you clocked out mentally, your body frozen on the ground. There was passing of time, but you would be hard pressed to give a time.

The next thing you could remember was someone calling your name. It was distant. But you could recognize that voice anywhere. He was here. Peter.

“Y/N, are you okay? Are you there?” You could here him more clearly now, you eyes adjusting back to reality. He was there. His hands held your cheeks, gently brushing them. His eyes were wild and bewildered. There was ash covering the majority of his face. A dark red burn sat on his collarbone, along with a few others across his body.

“Oh my god, Pete,” You said out of relief and horror. He was here, but he almost wasn’t. And he was barley holding on now. Without having to focus, you could hear the rasp of his breathing, a clear indication that his inside were just as bad off as his outsides. You internally cringed at the hot burning pain he would be in for the next day or two.

Your hands reached up, gripping around his wrists. The contact was enough to push you over the edge. You let out a sob, pushing his hands further into you, having the need to feel him, all-the-while not wanting to hurt him in his fragile state.

“I’m here my love. I’m sorry, I’m here,” He responded, placing your forehead to his.

“Pete, I didn’t know what to think, when you didn’t come out. They didn’t show you coming out!” You cried, trying to make sense while being flooded with emotions. You whispered,”I thought you were gone.”

You felt his grip tighten around to the back your neck, pulling you forward despite the clear pain Oit caused him. But you didn’t have it in you fight him off right now.

“No, never. I would never leave my lover behind,” He whispered right next your your ear, leaving a small kiss below it. His comment overwhelmed you, more tears falling.

“Sweetheart,” You started, “I can’t lose you. I can’t keep doing this.”

“What?” Peter sat up quickly looking frightened and yet again bewildered. “What are you talking about? What do you mean you can’t keep doing this? Like us? Or Spider-Man? Y/N please…”

Pete now held both your hands tightly in this lap as you bowed your head letting more tears fall. After a few seconds of silence Peter continued quietly, “I’ll give it up.”

This caused you to look up at him. His eyes were completely sincere, meaning very word he said.

“I couldn’t ask that of you. It’s who you are,” You shook your head, refusing his solution.

“No, you are. You are my home, my happy. I don’t want Spider-man if it means losing you. It’s not worth. Not even close,” Peter rambled, anxiously awaiting a response for you.

“I could never ask you to give up Spider-man. I just can’t bare the thought of being in a world with no Peter Parker. He’s more important to me that Spidey,” You responded, finally meeting Peter’s crazy eyes.

“Please don’t leave me. I can’t do it without you. Please my love,” Peter begged.

You heart clenched at this heart broken face, his expression completely defeated. And the fight was no longer putting up. You slid forward, completely disregarding injuries, laying flat on his chest. His arms where quick to pull you in and hold you impossibly close.

“I’m sorry, I’m not leaving” You amended, knowing you would never have the heart to truly let go of Peter Parker. Your sweet boy. He nodded quickly, taking in a deep breath trying to get his hands to stop shaking.

“Maybe a compromise? I just need assurance that you are okay,” You offered after a minute. He hurriedly nodded his head, agreeing to your plan.

“Baby let me help you with your burns. We need to wrap them,” You commented after giving Peter the proper time to compose himself. But there would be time later for cuddling, he needed medical attention.

Peter groaned in protest but eventually followed you to the bathroom. He sat on the closed toilet lid, completely striped for the suit, left in his boxers. You ran a wash cloth under the Luke warm faucet them began cleaning off his face. On each bump and bruise you’d leave a light kiss on his skin. After wiping away the ash and dirt, you began to put on a medical cream on the burns and then placed bandaids atop of that.

Some how the two of you ended up in the bed, cuddling gently. You continued to leave littered kisses on his face, neck, shoulder, back. You couldn’t really tell if you did it for yourself or him, but no one seemed to mind.

“I can’t lose you,” Pete mumbled after the silence had settled in the room.

“I know love, I know,” You mumbled back, one hand on his cheek, the other running through his hair.

“But I can’t keep watching you go into burning buildings and now knowing if you are going to come out,” You continued, still holding him close.

“I’d leave it behind if you asked me to,” He responded, full heartedly. And you didn’t doubt him. Pete couldn’t lie to you.

“I could never ask you to do that,” You said shaking your head at the idea. Peter placed a free hand on your chin, finger gently pulling out your bottom lip where it had been stuck between your teeth.

You looked up slowly, meeting his eyes. They held so much love and admiration that it was hard to keep the gaze held. So you didn’t. You leaned in slowly, letting your eyes shut slowly. You lips met his slowly, both needing.

His teeth grabbed your lower lip, pulling at it, leading a moan to fall from your mouth. Despite the pain he might have been in, Peter pulled you over to sit on his lap, pulling you flush to his skin. Your shirt went flying across the room in a matter of moments along with your bra.

You let Pete’s lips travel your skin, letting him leave hickeys and love marks all over your chest and neck. You help his body as close as you could get it. He slowly leaned you back, leaving you laying in the center of the bed, breathless and topless.

“May I?” Peter asked quietly referring to your shorts. Your heart swelled at the fact that even after all this time together he still asked for permission. Ever the gentleman.

He finished you quickly and with perfection. The two of you payed breathless in the messy sheets, holding each other as close as possible.