Wilted (Peter Parker x Reader)

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Your eyes peered into Peter's as the two of you faced one another, cross legged on your bed. The silence around the two of you was eerily peaceful as he stared just as intently back at you. Your (dominant) arm sat in your sling and rested on your lap, your other on your knee as your body felt at peace.

He had been so kind to you as he guided you through the awkwardness of buying yourself things. Despite how stupid you felt, unable to navigate a stupid little shopping app, he kept you reassured and grateful. He even stepped away for a few moments while you added personal things, like undergarments and any creams, soaps, or sanitary things you needed.

However, his concern for your sleep schedule bugged you, as you were completely okay with the idea of barely sleeping. He was so worried about things that didn't even make sense to you, and his care was simply going to drive him crazy. Therefore, you didn't feel like you were lying to him by avoiding the subject of your lack of sleep. You were protecting him.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked softly as he noticed a slight change in your facial expressions.

"You must have really cared about me to be doing all of this." You spoke out, not technically lying to him.

"What do you mean?" He asked and cocked his head sideways like a puppy.

"You've put up with a lot from me. You've done a lot for me. You really care." You explained. You were beginning to understand what it was like to care for someone like he did. You didn't know what feelings you had before but you knew what you felt now. A passion was forming in your chest that, no matter how hard you tried to push away, kept growing.

"I would do anything for you." He smiled lightly as he spoke from his heart.

"Why?" You asked and kept your gaze. "After everything I've put you through, why haven't you just stopped?"

"I think that would kill me." He joked and shook his head.

"I'm serious." You sighed and looked away from him.

"So am I." His words brought your eyes back. "You're a big part of my life. I can't imagine being without you again."

"But I'm not that person you knew before. I'm different." You spoke calmly as you tried to understand where he was coming from.

"Different, but not really." He said and shrugged. You furrowed your eyebrows and brought your free arm to your stomach self consciously.

"How?" You felt like the word barely left your lips as you had no idea what he would say next. "Did I try to kill you before?" Your sarcasm slipped out.

"No, nothing like that." His lips turned into a sideways smile as he relived some memories in his head, eyes traveling around the room. "But you were spunky, sassy, you didn't know what you wanted but you did everything with assurance and certainty anyways, even if you were scared. You were sure of yourself. Brave. Strong as hell. You're not that different." He seemed pleased with his response as he watched your face relax from frustration.

"You really think so?" You whispered delicately, unsure what to make of this feeling.

"Of course, Y/n." He continued to smile lighty at you.

"Could you tell me some stories?" You asked nervously. Peter's eyebrows raised in surprise before he excitedly crawled to the edge of the bed and rolled off.

"Should I go get some of those pictures?" He tried to hide his feelings of elation but nearly bounced on his toes like a kid. You thought back to the pictures you threw around at the beginning of your argument and felt a jolt of guilt.