Wilted (Peter Parker x Reader)

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A/n If Y/n ever touches Peter, assume he has his suit on. I'm running out of ways to explain they haven't touched skin to skin LMAO

Narrator

"How are you feeling?" Peter asked, breaking the silence you two had been sitting in for a while. The moon was full and beaming down where the two of you remained on the roof, now alone.

"My face hurts." You spoke honestly as you moved the hand that wasn't holding Peter's to your cheeks.

"Yeah, mine too," Peter chuckled lightly before turning his head to face you. "But are you okay?"

"I'm okay." You sighed out as your eyes found the Big Dipper. "I just... I'm okay." You stopped yourself from speaking more.

"No no no, say it," He encouraged and tapped your foot with his own.

"I'm just really sorry." You shook your head. "I'm sorry I lost control."

"You deserved to be angry." You could feel him looking at you as he spoke but you were lost in the sky.

"Not that angry," You sighed but winced at the sharp pain in your shoulders. You finally turned your head to meet his eyes. "Holy shit!" You exclaimed and sat half way up as you stared at him. "You need to put some ice on your face..." None of the swelling had gone down yet. His eyes were squinted slightly together and his cheeks and jawline were plum purple.

"Speak for yourself," He teased and sat up with you. "You don't look so great either."

"I'm serious. Can we go back inside?" You sighed and sat up fully. Your face was throbbing as well but he looked like hell.

"Yeah, of course. You seriously do need to ice yours, though. I didn't take it as easy this time." He frowned as he continued to watch you. He raised his hand and delicately placed it to your cheek, examining all of the damage he had done.

"I could tell." You gently moved away from his hand and granted him a small smile. "But I'm okay."

He nodded and let out a large groan as he hoisted himself off the floor of the roof. He was immediate to extend a hand to help you up and you only hesitated once before accepting. He pulled you up with ease and stepped away to give you some space.

"Ow." You muttered as you realized how horribly your shoulder stunt messed up your dominant arm. Peter cringed at the memory of your dislocation and shuddered.

"Maybe we should head straight to Dr. Banner..." Peter suggested slowly.

"Yeah, I think you're right." You sighed and started the walk to the ladder. Peter followed behind you, stunned that you had agreed to see Bruce so immediately, but as you flinched with each movement he could see how much pain you were really in.

You turned around and extended both arms to hold the railing but coiled your dominant arm back instantly. You shot a glance at Peter, seeing his puppy dog face, but looked back down to carefully proceed off of the ladder with one arm.

Peter wanted to offer help but knew you wouldn't want sympathy. So instead, he simply followed you down the ladder, groaning as different parts of his torso and face ached with each step.

As your feet slowly made contact with the ground, you moved to the side and watched the treeline as you waited for him. The feeling to run and hide was almost completely gone but you still longed for a break from this place.

Peter stepped onto the ground and followed your gaze to the trees. He nudged you playfully before taking a few steps towards the door and urging you to follow him. You released a small sigh and followed him into the building soundlessly.