Peter Parker Writings

[12] Make It Hurt | part one

note : I got this random idea out of nowhere while eating and idek how to explain that creative process so pls just enjoy also i got lazy when trying to come up w your powers' backstory so uhhh

warning/s : violence, language, themes of domestic abuse, worried peter, misunderstandings, slight angst, bruises and other injuries, blood (?), mentions of getting a tattoo (?)

scenario : you've been showing up to school with bruises every time you "visit your boyfriend" and your obvious lies are worrying peter— at the same time, he gains a partner in crime-fighting

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You look at your reflection, you've applied three layers of concealer now and the bruise is still very much seen. It's small enough, you managed to dodge the punch narrowly, but still noticeable given that it's on your face.

Hanging your head low above the sink, you make a mental note to grab a more expensive concealer on the way home. You can't possibly be that clumsy in everyone's perspective.

You wonder for a second if Spider-Man worries about explaining his injuries, surely he's not so invincible to escape every battle unscathed?

"This is hopeless." You could try hiding it with a scarf, given that it's on your jaw but it's the height of spring and none of your thin scarves would cover this enough.

You click your tongue. "Fuck it. I'll just say I hit it with my knee."

It's something you often do, Peter knows that too, but it was never enough to bruise. But surely that can suffice and you'll just dodge better next time or invest in a better concealer.

You nod at your reflection. Putting on a smile and walking out the bathroom, grabbing your bag from the couch on your way out and looking at the kitchen counter where your keys are. Remembering that your sister left earlier for work, you used your powers to make it fly towards you and you caught it.

Grinning on your way out the door and you looked it easily without needing contact.

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You make it to school, immediately taking a seat behind Peter who frowned at you. Enhanced senses or not - he could spot the bruise on your jaw clearly. He didn't get to ask questions when the class started right away.

You made sure to come in the last minute so you can avoid his questions until lunch. Peter is your best friend, he's been with you since middle school. Peter thought your drawings were pretty and despite being the shy boy he was - he approached you at lunch to compliment you.

After inviting him to sit down, you began talking to him as if you've known him all your life. Sharing stories about what your dog did last week as if you were friends catching up and he felt comfortable.

It took a while to get him out of his shell. 5 months into your friendship and you finally see him opening up to you, he was slowly letting you in and you were letting him take his sweet time. You didn't plan to make many friends.

You had an amazing sister and a loveable dog so you thought you were mostly set until this adorable boy with brown messy hair and flushed cheeks walked over to your table and said your drawings 'look like dreams, in a good way'.

You can never forget that moment and you actually had a secret plan of having it tattooed on you and surprising him with it. That's not anytime soon but you've already designed it and all that.

You eventually grew up together. You got rid of the braces, he stopped wearing his glasses, you grew taller but his growth spurt was way bigger than yours and you two began the whole developing crushes and getting into relationships part of your teenage years.