andrew garfield imagines

bruised - peter parker

ship : TASM!peter parker x female reader

peter shows up to [Y/N]'s window one day, with the worst bruises and cuts she'd ever seen.

warnings : talk about blood and bruises, swearing

you were sat at your desk, studying for a test you had the next day and listening to your favourite songs.
peter climbed through your window and sat outside before you said he could come in with a nod of the head. you paused the song and turned around in your office chair.
"hey, whats up?" you asked, setting down your pencil and taking out your earbuds.
"uh, nothing really." he was in his spiderman suit, giving you the impression that he had just been patrolling and came inside for a small break. he stumbled down from the windowsill and held on tightly to the ramp when he got down, slightly limping.
it was when he came into the light that you could see it, his suit was ripped up all down the stoumach and his face was bruised and bloody.
"oh my god, peter." you immediately stood up from your desk chair and took his hand it yours and he hissed in pain when you guided him to the bed. "take off the suit."
peter took off the shirt of his suit and thats when you could see it, three long scratches across his chest and bruises practically everywhere.
"what the hell did you do?"
"you heard of that giant lizard guy roaming around streets?"
you nodded hesitantly.
"somebodys gotta fight him."
you didnt even know where to start, his whole body appeared to be in pain. you grabbed a cotton pad doused in alcohol and dabbed it on the first giant slice of his chest. apologizing whenever he would let out a small 'ow.'
"peter, youve gotta be more careful, he could have killed you." even though you knew it was a stupid thing to say, you were so worried about him. he nodded, not wanting to worry you more with the shakiness that would have been in his voice.
after he was all bandaged up, you guided him to your bed, you got in first and opened up your arms for him, which he greatfully accepted and laid his head on your chest. your legs crossed with his.
"you okay, baby?" you asked him, running your fingers through his hair and kissing his forehead every now and then.
peter nodded, "yeah."
he moaned when your nails gently scraped his scalp and you giggled at him and kissed his forehead one more time.
"im sorry," he apologized, you didnt quite know what for.
your brows furrowed, "for what?"
peter shrugged sleepily. "for annoying you."
"peter parker, you could never annoy me. i love you and im glad that you came to me for help."
"i love you so much," he burried his head in your chest.
"i love you more."
you kissed his head a final time before you both drifted off to sleep, comfortably in the arms of your love.

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