STAY: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

chapter 7

I changed into my suit, moving forward.

"Hey, I need my suit too." I waved my hand and his clothes changed into his suit.

The group of men had pulled out guns. They turned and looked at us.

"I need everybody to stay calm okay-" I said loudly. One of the guys lunged at me from the back, I grabbed his neck and lifted him to get him in front of me. I put a foot on his chest. "Not cool, man. I was saying something."

The entire group ran towards Peter and I to attack us. I punched a guy and Peter kicked him from behind.

"What are you doing?" I yelled.

"What do you mean, what am I doing? I'm helping you." he yelled back.

"I already got him, dumbass."

"Yeah, okay. You don't have to rude."

"God, Peter. This isn't the time to argue- Watch out!" he turned and kicked the guy and used his webs to stick him to one of the railings.

"The train won't stop. We have to check on the driver."

"First we have to take care of these guys."

We talked, trying to figure out what to do while fighting these assholes. I tied one of them to a seat with a rope. Then, I bumped two of them together while Peter wrapped his webs around them.

"I'm gonna go check on the driver. Take care of these last two fuckers."

Someone had knocked out the driver so I sat on the driver's seat trying work out how to stop a train. Peter came in soon.

"What happened?"

"Someone knocked out the driver."

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like, Peter? I'm trying to stop the train."

"You know how to drive a train?"

"Can you stop asking stupid questions? No, of course I don't know how to drive a train. That's why I said I'm trying." I said half screaming.

"Well, you can magic. Do something. Can't you teleport or something?"

"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? Peter Parker, I swear to god, I'd punch you right now if we weren't in this mess. You really think I would have gotten into this train if I could teleport. And even if I could teleport, we can't just leave these people here and vanish." I properly yelled at him this time.

"Someone's coming."

"What?" I frowned.

"Someone's coming here. I can sense it."

I conjured a weapon and gave to him, "Here you go."

"Y/N this is a hair brush." He brought it front of my face. "A hair brush. What am I supposed to do with it?"

"Oh, I am sorry I can't focus on providing you with a proper weapon while I'm trying to stop a damn train." I said pushing his arm away.

He threw the hair brush away and looked behind to face the man. He put webs all around him to hold him in place and knocked him unconscious. "That was easy. Now we have to stop this train."

We searched for any sort of buttons that could stop it. Finally we found one and the train stopped. We told the authorities to take necessary actions.

Then we limped our way back to the tower. Fortunately, it wasn't that far. We got to our floor and Peter was about to go into his room when I stopped him.

"Nope, get in there." I said pointing to my door.

"Why?"

"You're hurt."

"So are you."

"Shut up and walk."

We got into my room and I asked him to sit on the bed. I went to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. I sat in front of him on the bed.

I took some cotton and started cleaning some of the cuts on his face. And then I noticed some blood on his t-shirt. I was exhausted and he was wearing a black t-shirt so I didn't notice it before. Although, I did realize that he had a hand on his waist.

"Peter-" I said my eyes widening in shock.

"Yeah? Oh-" he replied, noticing what I was looking at.

"Did you get stabbed?"

"Um yes."

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME, YOU DUMBFUCK?" I slapped his shoulder.

"Ow. This isn't helping. I'm already injured." he frowned.

"I really really want to punch you right now. What if it is something serious? We should go to Bruce, he'll know what to do. Or even Tony. I'll clean it up first. That should help. Then we'll go. Okay-"

"Y/N you need to calm down." he put his hand on my upper arm. "I've been stabbed before. I'll be okay. It's fine. I just need to clean it and put a bandage on it."

"Remove your shirt."

"What?"

"I'll clean the wound, idiot. Do it."

"Yes ma'am." he pulled his shirt off. Goddamn. Nope, I can't get distracted. I put a towel on his wound and asked him to put pressure on it.

"We need to go to the washroom. I'll rinse it first." I gave him a hand and he got up.

I made him sit on the bathroom slab and took the towel from him. I rinsed it and he winced.

"Does it hurt?" I looked up at him.

"A little, but I'm used to it."

"I'm going to apply some ointment on it, okay?"

"Okay." he gave me small smile.

I applied some antibiotic cream and covered the wound. He rested his head on the wall and sighed. "You're hurt too." he said softly.

"I know." I said in a low voice. "I'll take a shower."

"Yeah, I'll go to my room. Thanks." he said. He got up and hissed in pain.

"You're sleeping here tonight." I blurted as I put my hand on his chest to stop him.

"Why?"

"You ask too many questions Peter Parker. Because I said so, alright? Just go get in bed."

He looked at me for a moment.

"Seriously? We're both adults. I think we can share a bed without any problems. It's huge."

"Uh yes, of course. I- Goodnight."

"Thanks for today. I had fun."

"Yeah, me too. Except for the getting stabbed part." we laughed.

"Goodnight." I kissed his cheek. I don't know what came over me.

By the time I took a shower and went to bed, Peter was already asleep. I got under the cover, his scent somehow comforting me. He looked so painfully peaceful. I recalled every moment I spent with him today. I got this weird feeling in my chest. Something I hadn't felt in a while. It scared me. I don't remember when I fell asleep, looking at that pretty face.

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A/N- I had so much fun writing this chapter because it was just chaos.

andrew garfield is a very pretty human being. probably the prettiest.

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