"Hey Parker." You say quietly from his doorway
"Oh hey y/n, what's up?" He asks, casually turning around from working on his suit.
You smile at him, clearly holding back tears.
"Woah. Hey, what's wrong?"
"I look that bad, huh? I really thought I was learning to hide it better." You say, laughing sadly.
He panicked a little.
"No, no, you look great! Just - just like you need a hug. Or something."
"Yeah. I guess." You mumbled, almost to yourself.
He moved to you quickly, wrapping his arms around you, firmly but gently, holding your head to him.
"What's going on?" He asked softly.
"When did you get taller than me?" You ask, ignoring his question and attempting to laugh it off. "You really need to stop growing, kid."
He leaned back a little to look at you, confusion etched in his face.
"Are you okay?"
You scoffed slightly.
"Oh, I'm fine. Everything is just absolutely awful, I can't sleep, I have no appetite, I'm bombing at training, and I'm disappointing everyone. But yeah, I'm fine."
He gave you a sad yet slightly scolding smile as pulled you back, tight against his chest, resting his chin on your head.
"Wanna go catch a movie? Delmars is reopened, I really need you to try those sandwiches."
"Peter, I just told you I have no appetite." You laugh.
He looks at you again with mock seriousness.
"I know. And a good sandwich can cure everything and if anything will bring back an appetite, this will. So I'm making decisions for you, c'mon."
"When did you get so bossy, bug-boy?" You tease.
He looks worried for a moment until he saw your smile. He grins and grabs your wrist, pulling you out the door.
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Marvel Imagines and One-shotes
FanfictionA growing collection of Marvel imagines and maybe some short stories. Hope you like them!! I may take requests... I'm not sure haha. So far, here's who's included: Peter Parker Bucky Barnes Pietro Maximoff Steve Rogers Tony Stark Loki Natasha Roman...
