request: 'Hi, first off your writing is incredible!!! I just finished the home series two days ago! However, I had a request that came to mind from reading part 4 specifically!Could you possibly write something to where the reader gets in a really bad fight or possibly fights crime low-key that Peter doesn't even realize they do it. And so they get pretty beat up and they stumble into peter's bedroom one night bc he's the only one they can think of to help them. (You can maybe include where Peter in the past has done the same thing to reader/helped take care of him under similar circumstances) So he helps take care of y/n while at the same time learns about this double life of the reader. You could possibly include like aspects of the home series/part 4 (the belly kisses hehe) bc he only has so much medical experience in hand. And it goes from angsty (like the reader has bad wounds and is just overwhelmed by being so badly hurt) to fluff/sweet (Peter helps calm their nerves, soothes/ helps heal the reader, and is the sweetest bean known to man kind? Only if you want to of course , hehe !!'
you clung to your side, your bottom lip trembling as you let out a soft whimper. you lifted your free hand and knocked carefully against the glass, before moving to hold yourself up against the wall. peters head swivelled around at the soft knock, his eyebrows furrowing when he saw you hanging around on his fire escape. what the hell he muttered under his breath, pushing himself up and away from his desk where he had been studying moments ago. as he reached the window and pushed it open, his eyes level with your torso, he noticed your hand holding your side. his eyes trailed up until he met your face, bloodied and beaten behind the hair hanging in front of it. your brows were knitted tightly together and your eyes were filling up with tears now that you were face to face with him.
you'd been telling yourself to just get to his apartment and then everything would be ok, but now you were here and you realised how little he knew about all of this and how badly you were hurting. "pete," you choked out his name, your throat closing up a little when you finally spoke.
peter was frozen for a second, the crack in your voice bringing him back. he frowned. your free hand moved to his shoulder, his hands touched your waist and he carefully helped you in through the window. you snivelled, your eyes meeting with his. peter could see the sheer exhaustion and pain and fear all locked in your eyes. he felt his chest tighten the longer you looked at him like that. you shook your head, your lips parting to speak. peters eyes moved down to your mouth, noticing the fresh blood lining your lips and staining your teeth. his frown deepened. "i didn't know where else to go," your voice was barely above a whisper, cracking slightly.
peters gripped your forearm tightly, as if he was trying to convince himself that you were really standing in front of him right now looking like this. he shook his head. "it's ok," he mumbled finally, his mind still processing the sight of you.
your lip trembled, tears threatening to spill. peter could barely catch his breath, he couldn't think what to do first. his hands moved up your forearm, using his grip to pull you a step closer to him before cautiously wrapping you in his arms. your breath hitched, peter could hear your heart beating out of your chest as loud as his own.
you nuzzled your head into his chest, pushing him away slightly with a twinge of pain. "hurts," you felt your throat tighten, your eyes welling with fresh tears. you opened your mouth to speak but a soft whimper came out. you moved your shaky hand from your side, fresh blood soaking the hand that had been keeping pressure on the wound. peters eyes darted down as you moved, his eyes widening when he saw more blood soaking your shirt.
"shit," he used his grip on your forearms to guide you to his bed. "ok—stay here—"
you grabbed his arm. "no—please don't leave," a couple of tears had slipped down your cheeks as he halted. he physically felt his heart ache. he squeezed your hand, blood transferring from your fingers and onto his.
