Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 2.0

Bad patrols (Peter Parker)

Requested by MyMischiefisManaged: Peter is in a really grumpy mood after a bad patrol. He's hurt and he raises his voice at Y/N but she shows no emotion. When she tries to get him to let her heal him, he just keeps saying no. Y/N snaps and threatens to walk out on him if he doesn't let her help him, so he shuts up and lets Y/N help.

"For fucks' sake." My eyes peeled open, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion as the bang coming from the bedroom pulled me out of sleep.

"Jesus Christ." I raised my head to look over the back of the sofa as I could hear Peter banging around in the bedroom. He must have just come back from his patrol. And I could guess from the long string of cuss words that were currently spilling from his lips that it had been a tough one. I stood from the sofa and headed around, my hand rubbing my eye tiredly as I pushed the bedroom door open. Peter was lying on the bed, his eyes squeezed shut in pain and his arm cradling his stomach as he lay there.

"Are you okay, babe?" I mumbled as I walked into the room.

"Do I look okay?" he muttered back through clenched teeth. I rolled my eyes and sighed as I crossed my arms over my chest. I had been with Peter since we were sixteen, meaning that I had always known him as Spider-Man. I loved him to bits, but the older that we got, the more tough patrols he had. And when he had a tough patrol, he got very grumpy. He'd come back annoyed and injured, and it would usually take me a couple of hours of pain and fighting to convince him to let me help. But I was getting sick of it. In the last month alone, he'd come home a dozen times in that mood, the stubborn boy passing out from pain before letting me help fix him up. Well, I wasn't going to let that happen today.

"Let me take a look, Pete." I mumbled as I walked around to his side of the bed.

"No." he shook his head, stopping me in my tracks as he put his hand out to stop me. I clenched my jaw, trying not to show my boyfriend how pissed off I was getting as he eased himself into a sitting position, his gritted teeth and squeezed-together eyes showing me how in pain he really was.

"Peter-."

"I said that I'm fine, baby. Just leave it. Everything will heal by itself, especially with my super-strength." he mumbled, though still grunting as he just about managed to ease himself up off of our bed. I continued to look at him with a stone face as I followed him into the en-suite with my gaze. Inside, my heart was breaking as Peter pushed me away, but I knew from experience that sobbing and crying at him would only make the situation worse. I followed him into the en-suite, my eyes wavering as he peeled the suit off to reveal large gashes across his chest.

"Fuck." he winced harshly as he looked at his broken body in the mirror, his Spider-man suit now around his waist.

"Peter, those gashes are deep. You're going to be in trouble if you don't let me tend to them." I insisted.

"I said that I'm fine, Y/N-."

"You're not fucking fine, Peter. If you don't take that suit off right now and let me clean you up, I will walk out of that door and our relationship is over." I threatened. His head shot up to look at me, his eyes widened.

"What?" he scoffed.

"I don't know what your fucking problem has been recently with not wanting my help. But you can't come home with several deep cuts across your chest and just say "no it's fine, I don't want you to clean them", tough shit, Peter, they need cleaning and I'm sick of this strong man bullshit. It doesn't make you any less strong to ask for help. So you're going to take your suit off, you're going to lie on the bed and let me tend to your wounds, or our relationship is done." I nodded. Peter looked at me with wide eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Baby-."

"Now." I demanded. He gulped, his eyes telling me that he knew that I wasn't fucking around as he stood up straight. He walked past me and slipped by my body to get back into the bedroom. As soon as he couldn't see my face, I breathed a sigh of relief and let my eyes flutter shut as a tear rolled down my skin. Thank fuck that he had chosen to go lie down instead of letting me walk out. I opened the cupboards and grabbed what I needed before walking back into the room. I looked at Peter, making him gulp as he was now lying in the bed in just his boxers. And with those three massive gashes still marking his stunning body.

"This will hurt, Pete. But I need to clean them." I warned as I sat next to him on the bed and dowsed the cloth in rubbing alcohol.

"It's okay, angel, do what you have to." he nodded. I gave him a small smile before gently pressing the cloth against the first cut. Immediately Peter winced and squeezed his eyes shut, his hands tightly gripping the sheets and his biceps popping as he tried to deal with the pain.

"Fuck me. Now do you see why I don't like you cleaning me up?" he teased. I rolled my eyes playfully and shook my head.

"Well, Pete, it's either temporary pain, or death. I definitely know which one I'd take." I mumbled, Peter's eyes staying closed and his lips taking deep breaths as I gently cleaned the cuts. He opened his eyes again and looked at me.

"I'm sorry for being an ass, baby. I didn't realise that I was being that much of a dick about you cleaning my wounds." he admitted quietly. I sighed and glanced at him.

"You were being that much of a dick. But it's okay. Look, you don't ever have to be ashamed to ask me for help. I love you, Pete, and I'd rather tend to your wounds and look after you after every patrol than have you die because you refused my help. I know that you think that you're a burden on me for this, but you're really not." I reassured. He bit his lip and nodded.

"Thank you, sweetheart. I won't argue with you in the future about this, I'll just let you do it." he promised.

"I'll remind you of that the next time that you refuse because you're pissed off again." I teased, making him chuckle and shake his head.

"I love you, angel." he mumbled quietly. I looked at him and gave him a small smile.

"I love you too, Pete." I nodded before leaning in and kissing him. He returned it, his hand raising and cupping my cheek. I broke the kiss and gave him another small smile before continuing to clean up his wounds.