Parksborn Fluffy Oneshots.

I'll name it later...

No-one's Pov:

Peter carefully swung towards the mansion's open window at some ungodly hour of the night. A mugging had turned into a gang affair, and left him nursing a bum shoulder. It was nothing serious, but it had become enough of a hindrance to annoy him.It wasn't unusual for him to be arriving home so late, but it was strange for the light in Harry's study to be on. Taking care not to jar his frame, Peter slipped through the opening to find Harry asleep at his desk.

Peter chuckled. It was unusual for the smaller brunette to nod off working, but this week Harry had been constantly overseeing a new collaboration project with Stark industries. It was an attempt to mend the rift his father had set between the two companies, but the strain of extra hours was evident in Harry's features. Pulling the mask away from his face, Peter padded over to the desk and lightly shook Harry's shoulder.

A tired groan escaped the smaller male's lips, and Peter couldn't help letting a small smile spread across his face. He reached down to run a gloved hand through his boyfriend's hair, pausing to rub small circles on the back of Harry's neck.

Harry leaned into his soothing touches."What time is it?" He turned his head to look at Peter. "Too late to be working," Peter chuckled."The same could be said to you, Mr. Hero," A tired smirk graced the CEO's features. Peter hummed in acknowledgment, leaning down to place a soft kiss on Harry's forehead. "You're a dork," Harry sat up sluggishly and began to organize his scattered papers. "Go on to bed. I'll be there after I put these away.""Don't be long," Peter's hand slid off of Harry's neck, and gave his arm a light squeeze before walking out of the office towards their bedroom.Noting the new bruise, he grabbed an old t-shirt from his drawer and slid it over his head, hoping Harry would be too tired to notice the bit that protruded past the sleeve. The last thing he needed was something else to worry over.

As Peter turned to the connected master bathroom, Harry entered already unbuttoning his dress shirt. After greeting him with a quick kiss, Peter walked through the bathroom doorway. He grabbed his tooth brush from the cup on the counter.

Harry joined him a few minutes later, having stripped down to his boxers. He walked towards Peter, wrapping his arms around the hero's toned stomach and snuggling his nose into peter's injured shoulder. Biting down a yelp, the taller male squirmed around to face Harry. "Thought you could hide that from me, huh?" Harry hummed, still hugging Peter around his waist, and pressing him against the sink counter."Shit, I ah..." Peter stuttered. "Hmm?""I just didn't want you to worry... You're already so stressed-" Harry shushed him with a kiss and slipped his hand under Peter's shirt, gently removing the garment. Peter let Harry's hand slide up his arm, exploring the muscle until he reached his bicep. He began tracing the bruise with careful fingertips, concern showing on his face. Once Harry deemed the injury non-life threatening, he leaned forward and pressed soft kisses along Peter's discolored shoulder. The CEO intertwined their fingers and lifted them to his lips. "Knowing you're safe keeps me from stressing," Harry whispered into Peter's knuckles. Peter snaked his free arm around Harry's middle and pull him closer. The shorter male rested his forehead against Peter's bare chest."I love you," Peter murmured into his boyfriend's hair.

"You always love me when I'm chastising you," Harry pulled away, grinning."I love you all the other times too!" Peter argued lightheartedly. "Good to know," Harry smirked.He pulled Peter by their linked hands, out of the bathroom and towards their bed.Harry crawled under the covers while Peter circled around to his side. Peter heard a murmured "I love you, too" as he slipped in next to Harry's exhausted form. He was barely settled before Harry was asleep in his arms.