Peter Parker x Reader

Fearing the doctors

"Y/n, this isn't up for argument, you have to get cleared by a doctor, you took a hard fall," Peter said making eye contact with you.

"I'm fine Peter, I told you that already." You nervously tapped your sore, bruised-up foot against the floor.

"Well, then a quick checkup will be easy," Peter said casually.

"Or we could skip the doctors altogether and just go back home, I just need some sleep."

"Y/n." Peter's voice got serious, "you're going."

"No, I don't feel like it." You shook your head, you hated the doctor.

"It's just the doctor, they help people."

"It's not just the doctor, they have needles and stuff." Peter seemed to notice how worried you looked.

"Come on, you will be fine," he said as the both of you had been standing in front of the doctor's office entrance for the past 10 minutes. You shook your head stubbornly, there was no way in hell you were going in there.

"It's not up for debate," Peter reminded you "it's the easy way or the hard way," he said.

"How about the, we go home right now way?" You smiled hopefully.

"Sorry, hard way it is."

"Peter you better not-" you didn't even have time to finish your sentence before webbing shot from Peter's wrist, wrapping around your arm and pulling you across the street towards the entrance to the doctor's office.

You were out of options and excuses. "Fine." You huffed giving in.

"It'll be fine, I promise, we can just hang out and I'll talk you through it." Peter grinned, seeming proud of you. You nodded nervously and walked as slowly as you could, maybe you'd miss your appointment. You paused at the door to the office, weighing your options, running seemed like a possibility now.

"You can pick dinner tonight," Peter said encouragingly. You glanced at him raising an eyebrow.

"Really?" You glanced at him raising an eyebrow. Peter nodded.

"Okay, I can do this." You said determinedly.

"Yes!" Peter said excitedly.