Being Peter Parker was hard enough. Peter had to deal with constantly being picked on at school and when he wasn't being picked on he was being forgotten. He didn't have all the friends people had in high school. He took pictures of friend groups and wondered what it would be like to have those types of relationships. He wondered what it was like to have one of those often talked about romantic relationships in high school.
Now he was Spider-Man too. That was a whole other hard.
He was always moving, going so fast that he couldn't quite see how many things he was doing. Juggling tests in the morning and life or death at night. Fighting off the bad guys right after trig class. He had time to get Aunt May eggs and fall asleep.
That was about it.
Until you.
Then he realized he should probably also shower.
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"Peter Benjamin Parker!" Peter could hear your voice from down the hall which wasn't a good sign. Not many people turned to look but a couple did. Everyone was in their own conversation. Peter lifted his head and tried to slink into himself as he saw your power walking up to where he was standing. He tried to hide against the locker.
"What is this?" you asked, finally closing the gap between the two of you. You held up a brown bag.
"A bag?" You rolled your eyes and opened the bag up, showing him what was inside. It was where he had put all the bloody rags from last night's fight.
"Did you get into a fight?" you whispered. "And put the dirty rags into my car?"
"I don't have a car," he muttered, scratching the back of his neck. How did he explain that he did get into a fight but as Spider-Man not as Peter Parker to someone who didn't know he was Spider-Man?
"That doesn't answer my question." You looked him in the eyes and the hard front you had put up dissipated. "Are you okay?" you whispered. He nodded quickly, standing up straighter.
"I'm fine. I'm fine!" You crossed your arms and stared at him.
"You know you can tell me," you breathed. "You need to start realizing that someone cares about you now." The bell rang. "Go to class." You had another paper bag in your hand. You handed it to him.
"What's this?"
"Clean rags. For whatever hurts." You walked away to class. He looked down in the bag. On Top of the white gauze and wraps there was a small note with a heart on it. He blushed and leaned into the lockers again.
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You adjusted your position but kept your eyes closed as you tried to stay asleep. You let out a soft sigh as you got comfortable, feeling your subconscious already shift into a more calm state. You would probably have been asleep in mere minutes had you not heard the tap on the window.
Your eyes went wide. Your room was on the second floor of your house. There wasn't exactly any way to get up to your window unless something could fly. You opened your eyes but stayed still in fear. Maybe it was just the wind. A rock or something had been kicked up. There was another, more deliberate knock. You sat up quickly, looking at your window. You were surprised to see Peter in the dim lighting of your room. You breathed out a sigh of relief and kicked the blankets off the bed, opening the windows up.
"Peter!?" you whisper screamed. "How the hell did you get up here?" you asked. "And how are you staying up here?" You looked down at the lack of any kind of railing to keep him up. He climbed into your window and fell onto the ground. "Oh! Peter?!"
It was then you realized the suit he was wearing. Very inexplicitly the Spider-Man suit you had seen all over the news. There was a gash on his arm and a pretty bad one on his back. He sat up and looked at your face just as you made the shocking realization. Your boyfriend is Spider-Man.
"I'm going to go get the first aid kit." You walked past him and into the bathroom. Your family was all asleep so you had to be quiet as you ruffled through the bathroom for anything you thought might help. When you came back in, Peter was sitting at your desk chair nervously.
"Are you gonna say anything about...this?" he whispered.
"Yeah. How the hell did you get the very large scratches?" you asked, putting the stuff down on your desk. "And also how does this suit come off?" You put your hands on the suit to take it off but it was skin tight.
"Did you make this?" He pulled the top of the suit up over his head.
"Yeah."
"This is amazing." You took the shirt from him and felt the fabric. "I thought some high-up company made this. Peter, this is amazing."
"You aren't mad?"
"Well yeah, I'm mad. Do you see what you've done to yourself, putting yourself in danger like this?" You gestured to his wounds. You stared at each other for a moment. "I'm shocked a bit."
"Understandable."
"But only mildly. It explains a lot of things. Like why you've been neglecting your schoolwork."
"You sound like Aunt May."
"Does May know?" He shook his head, scratching the back of his neck.
"Don't know how to tell her. You're the only person who knows." You nodded slowly. You opened the first aid kit and walked behind him, starting to clean up the blood.
"This is dangerous," you whispered.
"Yeah, I am aware."
"Peter, I'm serious." You looked him in the eye. "I don't wanna lose you." He smiled weakly.
"Can I sleep here?"
"My mom and dad...yeah of course you can sleep here. Lemme put bandages on this. I want you to go to the doctor in the morning to get stitches though." He hugged your waist tightly. You let in a sharp breath of surprise and then put your arms around him. No matter how you felt about all of this, Peter needed you right now. You put your head on his.
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"You're early," Aunt May said as you walked through the front door. "Peter's still asleep." You smiled at her and handed her a grocery bag.
"These are the things Peter forgot to get last night."
"That boy doesn't deserve you." "Where's his backpack?"
"Right here." You put the lunch you had packed for him inside.
"Like I said. That boy doesn't deserve you." You smiled gently at her and walked down the hall to his bedroom. You knocked on the door but opened it when there was no answer. Peter was fast asleep in bed, still wearing his suit. You rolled your eyes and shut the door behind you.
"Peter," you whispered, brushing his hair back. He woke with a start, a web flying past your face. "Woah!"
"Oh God I'm sorry," he said, untangling it quickly. "I didn't...I'm still in fight mode." You nodded, breathing quickly.
"It's time for school. I got May the groceries."
"Oh, the groceries!" He closed his eyes tightly. "I meant to swing by the store last night."
"Yeah, I figured. It's okay." You brushed his hair out of his eyes and he gave you a loopy smile.
"I love you," he breathed.
"I love you too Parker. We're gonna be late. You need to shower." You stood up and started to walk to the door when you felt a web on your back that yanked you back to him. "Peter!"
"Five more minutes," he muttered as you landed on his lap. You laughed, meeting his eyes.
"Peter-"
"For me."
"Go to school for me."
"In five minutes. I promise."
