Electric Web (A Peter Parker Fanfiction)

Bad Date (Part 6)

Angry Man, Swearing, Descriptions of inner turmoil involving romantic relationship, Descriptions of a Man being generally disrespectful (None of this is Peter), Descriptions of wounds (Bruises), mentions of domestic violence, Each chapter will have it's own warnings!! I am not an ER nurse, so I did my best, but I'm not an expert. I am but a girl with google. If I missed anything, let me know!

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The smell of bacon lulls me out of a comfortable sleep, and I wander out to the kitchen to see Peter still in his PJs standing over the stove. He hums to himself quietly as he moves the nearly cooked bacon around the pan, ever impatient. 

I creep over, taking an already-cooked piece from the plate beside him and sitting on one of the little stools at the kitchen island. He glances over at me, shooting me a quick smile as he moves the rest of the bacon from the pan onto the plate.

A familiar ping chimes next to him, the crime alert on his phone going off. He frantically glances from the pan to his phone, and I hop up without a word, nudging him away lightly with my hip as I take over the cooking.

"Go, go," I wave him off, opening up the fridge. "I'll finish this up, the eggs will be done by the time you get back." 

By the time I have the eggs out of the fridge and turn around, he's perched in the window, already in his Spider-Gear. He salutes, falling backward out of the window before swinging away to go take care of whatever was on his crime alert app, leaving his PJs in a pile in the doorway to his bedroom.

Ah, routine.

The first week here has been wonderful, honestly. Peter leaves and comes home at odd hours, while I have a general schedule I stick to, both of us debriefing about our days whenever he makes it home in the middle of the night to get a few hours of sleep. I have almost as much medical supplies stashed in the bathroom as I do at the shelter, even though the last week has gone without a medical incident. Knock on wood. 

I finish cooking the food and leave a plate made on the kitchen island for Peter. I take mine into my room and set it down on my desk, taking bites between scrolls on my laptop. My phone chimes, a message from Mason popping up on the screen. I pause for a moment before picking up my phone to read the message, trying to decide if I want to go out again.

We've been on two more dates since our first, and he's asking me if I have time to make plans again soon. I text him back, telling him I need to pick out a nice dress for a 'work event', and asked if he wanted to turn the outing into a date. He messages back quickly, confirming the idea, and telling me he would be by in a few hours to pick me up. 

My stomach flips, something that happens a lot when I talk to Mason. It doesn't feel like excitement, it feels like anxiety, but maybe I'm just not used to being in a relationship again. Maybe it's a good feeling, and I need to stop overthinking so much.

I take my plate back out to the kitchen just as Peter slips back in the window, ripping his mask off the second he gets inside, excitement prominent as he runs up to me with something in his hand. He grins, wiggling the paper in front of me, as if I'm supposed to know what it is.

"What's that?" I smile, shaking my head at him as I place my plate in the sink. 

"Project details,"

He practically hops over to the kitchen island, sitting down and popping a piece of bacon in his mouth before he waves me over. I look at my plate in the sink, deciding it can wait 5 minutes to be washed. I sit on the stool beside him, peeking over at the paper he's showing me.