All Of Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

Chapter 38

(Y/n) walked out of her bathroom, patting down her wet hair with a towel before she tossed it into her clothes hamper. She was dressed in a black tank top and grey pajama pants, her feet bare. She hissed at the sudden movement, her arm screaming at her. The second she had entered the shower, and her body relaxed, the pain set in. Of course, with her luck, it set in like a hive of hornets, but the warm water was enough to help as she massaged her tired body, and by the time she left the shower, she had barely felt anything at all. Looking over herself, the small cuts were already gone, and the bruises faded enough that they were barely visible. Her eyes glanced down at her knuckles to see the split, shiny skin, all red and puffy.

"Damn," she whispered to herself.

She took a deep breath as she went back into her bathroom, leaving the door closed, save for a crack. Standing in front of the sink, she pulled open a drawer where medical supplies were jumbled together. After digging around, she finally pulled out what she needed. Neosporin. She squirted some on each cut before rubbing it in. Her hands flinched as her fingertips dug in.

Her attention was pulled from her hands when her bedroom door opened. Soft footsteps filled the room, and she almost summoned a gun in her hand before she paused, slowly pushing her bathroom door to see Peter standing by her bed, a nervous and guilty look on her face.

"H-hey, (y/n)," he said hesitantly. He stood there, fear radiating off of him in waves.

"Hi," she said, turning back to her knuckles.

"Umm, what happened?" he asked quietly, gesturing to her hand.

"I split them during training," she told him.

Peter nodded his head as he awkwardly looked off to the side. (Y/n) crossed her arms and leaned against the doorway as she stared at him. He sighed and turned towards her.

"I want to talk about this morning," he said.

"... Tony called you, didn't he?" she asked.

Peter looked down. "Even if he didn't, I still planned to come over tomorrow. He just... sped things up," he explained.

(Y/n) hummed. "You don't have to. You wanted space, so I gave it to you," she said.

A small but brief smile broke out on Peter's face before he looked back up. "Thanks... but I owe you an explanation," he told her.

"Yes, you do," she agreed.

Peter took a deep breath as she faced her fully. "I... I don't kn-know how to start..." he admitted bashfully.

"Then let me. What do you mean you wish I was better? Or different?" she asked simply, jumping right to the question.

Oh geez, he thought.

There were a few seconds before he spoke, trying to find a way to form his words that would properly deliver his message. He already had this conversation with Ned, so why was his brain failing him now?

Try starting from the beginning, he told himself as he took a deep breath.

"I freaked out when I went to the basement and saw you weren't there. It wasn't hard to figure out where you went and how you got there. But I didn't know why. I figured it was important. I know you can handle yourself, believe me, but I still got worried. I'm a worrier. So all of these scenarios go through my head, and Karen picks up your heat signature. I never climbed so fast in my life. So I climb up, and I find you right there with Katherine in your hand with a gun pressed up to her head. You look bad, but that's not what scared me. I don't know what you saw, but I thought you had already killed her. She looked dead, (y/n), and you didn't care. Then I saw Doc Oc rush at you, and I jumped in-"