@KNWLovesYou Peter Parker

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This imagine is for @KNWLovesYou. If you don't already, you should follow her and read her books, you should also follow @MichHerondale too. Enjoy! 

I was waiting for him to come back at his apartment. It has been a couple hours and he's still not back. I would think he was back, because I would see red, like on his suit, but it was just my red hair. A couple minutes later, he got home. He was all scratched up. He had a really bad cut on his arm. He held his mask in his hand.

"Peter! What happened out there?" I screamed. He could barely walk. I went over to the balcony and his arm fell on my shoulder. I carried him over to the couch and got all of the band aids and towels. i got some ice and put it on his bruised knee.

"Peter. Are you ok?" I asked feeling his head. "Peter. Answer me."

"Yes Kat. I'm ok. Don't worry. It's just a few cuts." He said, trying to get up. He groaned in pain. 

"Peter. You need to rest. Let's go to your bed. You can rest there. And no one will see you." I helped him up and brought him to his bed. I went to get the supplies and came back. When I came back, he was in his pajamas. I wrapped the band aid around his big cut and put regular, tiny ones on his smaller cuts. 

"Thank you Kat. But I could've done all that by myself." He told me.

"Yeah. In like a month. You are going to need to heal, and that's going to take a lot of time. I recommend not going out there for a while."

"But what about all those people who need help. What are they going to do?" I didn't think of that.

"They can wait. Right now, I'm worried about you."  I looked  at the time and saw it was very late. i started to head home when he grabbed my hand. I turned around and looked at him.

"Can you please stay the night?" He asked me. I nodded. I got in the bed right next to him and he wrapped his arm around me and we fell asleep like that.

A/N

Sorry it's short. I hope you like it!

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