ON HOLD
#𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐌𝐚𝐧
"Witnesses have made statements of seeing you with the wanted vigilante Spider-Man, so what we would like to know is whether or not these allegations are true."
"Half the city of New York has been seen with Spid...
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SEMI-MATURE CHAPTER. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.
I called out of work for an additional two days to take care of Peter. Not that he can't do it himself, but he's not exactly in great shape. The rest of him healed pretty quickly, but his knee has been rough.
He can walk on it now. Which I'm glad for, because he kept making sly comments about me helping bathe him.
And then I threatened to tell Aunt May on him, and he shut up.
It's finally Saturday night now, and Thanksgiving is coming up fast. I haven't been able to stop thinking about what I'd be doing this year, especially since dinner a few nights ago. I haven't spoken to my dad, and I'm not sure he wants to talk to me.
Peter threw going to May's in the air. He said that's usually what he does every year, but then Flash also mentioned that his family will be in Florida, so he won't be with them. And that makes me feel obligated to account for Flash.
No one wants to be alone on Thanksgiving unless you really hate your family that much. Or there's some unresolved conflict like my shit storm of a family is going through currently. And somehow Peter got dragged into it.
Peter hasn't left the couch unless he was working on his suit. However, I'll give it to him, he somehow managed to fix up the suit like it was never even in shreds.
For the last few days, he seems to have forgotten that he has his glasses on. And it drives me absolutely insane. But still, he remains on the couch, watching TV through his perfect frames that only make him even more desirable.
It's like he knows I like him in them. And he's torturing me.
"Forgetting something?" The face I'd be admiring for the last few minutes was suddenly staring at me, an amused expression casting on his handsome features.
He's so handsome.
I reddened at him catching me staring, but my brows furrowed at his question. What?
"Hmm?" I asked, but as soon as all of my senses returned to me, I tore my hand out of the sink with a wince.
Peter asked me for a glass of water a few minutes ago since I was already by the sink, and I gladly obliged. But at some point, I forgot that I was rinsing out his glass and I kept my hand under scorching hot water while mesmerized by his far too attractive face.
I'm an idiot.
I hissed under my breath, holding my red hand to my chest as I bit down on my tongue. It's not the first time I've burnt myself, but this is surely the first time I failed to realize I was burning myself.
Maybe my skin is finally used to all of the burns from working in food service.
The sound of shuffling drew my eyes away from my bright red hand, seeing Peter now limping towards me. He's putting pressure on his knee, but not enough to have him falling over in pain. He's a lot stronger than he lets on.
