Wilted (Peter Parker x Reader)

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Peter

A mix of empty boxes, tissue paper and bubble wrap surrounded the floor around us. We sat facing one another, criss cross and knees almost touching. I could feel the relationship building with everything that we did together. She seemed so at peace today, not a drop of anger or frustration in her blood.

"Oh my god." She laughed as she shoved a large pile of her new clothing to the side. I cocked my head to the side waiting for her to say more. "I don't even have a dresser." I opened my mouth and shot my gaze to the empty spot where her dresser used to be. "Where am I going to put all of this?"

"I can't believe we didn't think of that." I laughed back. "You can have mine, I have a closet anyways."

"Thanks," she said sheepishly and looked away. "You were right, this was like christmas. But I feel so guilty."

"Don't." I stated and folded a pair of my new jeans. "Stark has billions. This is so much less than pocket change to him. If he thought you shouldn't have all of this, he would have stopped it." She looked back at me and nodded before admiring a sweatshirt she got.

"Well, thank you." She spoke. "I guess I did need some of these things. Especially if I have to stay here forever." I furrowed my eyebrows as Bruce's words replayed in my head.

"I'm not sure if we can cure her."

"You're welcome." I spoke calmly. I didn't want to tell her that until we were damn sure. Whether she wanted it or not, it wasn't fair to put her through something that might not be true yet. "Mr. Stark is coming down the hallway." I was so grateful for the sudden change of subject. She nodded and continued to admire the different clothing and room decorations as I stood up from the bed. I got to the door and opened it before he had a chance to knock.

"Hey, Mr. Stark," I greeted and stepped to the side. He gave a thin lipped smile before walking in, followed by a strong little robot, carrying a large mirror. It looked so goofy to see this crab-like, two foot tall little dude carrying an overly large mirror, vertical to the ground.

I cracked a smirk as I watched it scuttle over to the bathroom. Tony said nothing as he followed the robot in so I shadowed behind him and motioned for Y/n to join us. She hesitantly moved her legs over the edge of the mattress and pushed herself to her feet. I turned back around as she started walking over, watching Mr. Stark whip out some caulk.

Y/n appeared in the doorframe and watched awkwardly while I clicked the button on my bracelet. Both of us watched as the gloves pieced over my knuckles and fingers, both feeling a little safer without the risk.

"Here," Tony spoke and placed a tube of caulk and a smearing tool onto the counter in front of her. "Spread it evenly." He motioned to the blank wall and handed the same tools to me directly.

Y/n nodded and picked up the tube with her only available hand and gave it to me to open. She climbed onto the counter and took a seat criss cross facing the wall, while I simply leaned over. The two of us simultaneously began squeezing the white cream over the walls, wiping it around in different strokes.

"Saving people, fighting crime, putting up mirrors; Is there anything The Amazing Spiderman can't do?" I joked as Y/n scraped some over to my side.

"They should call you The Impressive Spiderman." My heart fluttered as she joked back and threw a playful smile at me.

"That makes me feel like a showman." I laughed and squeezed more onto the wall.

"I can't picture you singing and dancing." She giggled lightly and spread around what I just did.

"You've never seen me listen to Rhianna then." I laughed and finished smudging the last of the caulk around. I looked behind us to see Tony staring at his phone, tapping his foot as he waited as patiently as he knew how. "What's next?" My words brought his gaze back up.