THE RED WIDOW// peter parker x reader

TWENTY SEVEN

You stayed up all night.
Switching Peter's clothes with a pair of your own clean ones when your alarm showed 5Am.
Bloody point shoes thrown neatly to their place under your useless bed.

With hands crossed over your chest, you titled your head as you looked at the pair of shorts and large t shirt that were folded over your sheets. A piece of hair falling onto your cheek from your braid as your head rolls around, your mind currently debating what you should do with Peter's clothes.

What would be more embarrassingly pathetic?
Keeping those disgustingly comfortable clothes, or pushing them back where they came from, to never ever think of them and what's connected to them ever again.

When 6AM rolled around you finally let yourself out of your room, the soft fabric of the t shirt crumples under yoir tight hold as you walk to towards Peter's room, opening his door without the bother of knocking to let him know your presence.

"Hey- hey! What the-" a very shirtless and pantsless Peter's basically jumped off of his sitting position on his bed, covering his chest with his hands as if he has something to hide. "O-oh. It's you"

Your eyes wonder in confusion down to his covered chest and up to his embarrassed eyes. You shoved the clothes to his chest and gave him a stern look "this is yours. I will no longer need it. Or ever."

Peter loudly and visibly gulped.
Where was the sweet and soft voice you've had last night.
Was it just a dream?

"Right- uhm right of course. I'm sorry again if I stepped on any-"

"Enough with the apologies, parker. Women up. Nothing happened, therefore no apology needed." You cut him mid sentence. His apology will only open the door to more memories from a few hours ago. And after you worked so hard to push them away, it's not worth it.
"Its Josh's and Noah's day so training in ten and after that it's up to them."

Peter held onto the clothes like he held onto his dear life.
They still smelled like you. Just a little bit.
He had to physically shake his head to shake off any coming thoughts about you and threw the pajamas onto his bed, deciding to deal with it later.

Today was Josh and Noah's which mean they decide on the schedule. And although training is a must, he can hear through his door soft cheers of excitement.
He liked 'picky picky day' (the name Lily gave their little activity). Everyone has to do whatever you decide after a mission.
Last time, it was Lily and Aiden's call, and this time, Josh and Noah were forcing everyone to get new tattoos and 'change their entire persona'.
Which to your opinion was stupid, but Peter seemed excited enough for the day.

Peter had his own collection of tattoos since he got his first official one.
Along with the spider on his forearm to match his gang mates, he got 'B.P' on the side of his wrist in memory to his uncle, a thin stripe that wrapped around his arm under his spider tattoo,
A sun flower for his aunt (who's most likely would kill him for that),
A small lightsaber, because after all, he is a geek,
And a quote on his upper back, just right above his right shoulder.

'With great power, comes great responsibility'

It's cheesy, he's well aware.
He still fucking loves it.

Along with the tattoos, Peter picked up a few more unethical habits.
He drinks beer even though he's yet to reach 21,
He curses every now and then (but never ever in front of the kids),
And he managed to steal a lightly or two from Caleb, though he doesn't count it as bad.

Peter was really a new person now.

A new person who's so fucking excited to get a couple more tattoos.