THE RED WIDOW// peter parker x reader

THIRTY TWO

04:45

That's when you woke up.
Your skin bumpy with goosebumps, and you can swear you're freezing.

You didn't wake up heaving quickly,
Your eyes didn't wonder around the room in a desperate try to grasp reality.
You weren't screaming either. Not even tears.
You remember waking up briefly, but your nightmares didn't chase your awake self. They were a bit blurry and hazed.

You tear apart your sticky eyes, slowly taking in your surroundings,
And then you hear it.

Peter's slow and steady breaths.
You push yourself up with the palms of your hands, knees bending up when you notice something brushing off your shoulder, like it something fell off of it.
Your head turns to your right slowly, finding Peter's hand hanging off the bed loosely.

Your eyebrows scrunch together.
Was he touching you?

You push yourself up completely on your feet now, looking down at your bruising legs.
Slowly, you relive last night's events.
Nats smooth hits, Bucky's cold hand, Peter's hot mouth.
Hands moving down to smooth over the wrinkled tee that draped over you, too soft for what you're used to, too comforting.

You were moving slower than usual this morning. It made you uncomfortable. The thought you might get used to Peter's solution made your cheeks hot and your stomach clench.
It was new, unfamiliar.
Unwelcomed.

Rushing yourself to the bathroom, you took no more than a few minutes to be back to yourself.
Same fitted clothes, same heavy boots, same stoic eyes.

And by the time you were out, Peter was sitting up on the bed. Your bed.
Rubbing the same tired eyes that looked at you with pure yearn just a few hours ago, with the same fingers that rubbed along your itchy-hot skin.
He was sitting up straight despite just waking up. Looking at you with a waiting look. 
"How- how'd you sleep?"

"Fine. You were touching me."

Peter gulped audibly, clearing his throat in a nervous tick.
He debated how to explain, what way would let him keep his limbs together.
"Yeah, you were screaming. I- wasn't sure what to do, and when I reached to check if you're awake, you just stopped. So I kept my hand on your shoulder,"

Right.
You now remember the dream.
Adrik was forcing you back to the forest, pressuring you with degrading shouts and terrifying threats.
And then you shot.

You hit the girl.

Perfect aim, fast and clean.

And you were screaming, falling down on the cold snow on your bare knees, boney and pale as the bruised against the cold.
You screamed so hard that day that your vocal cord tore apart. They had to put you through a procedure to fix it, only to get put back in your room- in your cell.

You can still hear the gunshot.
You can still hear your scream.

You didn't realize you dozed off, but Peter's voice woke you up from your daydreaming.
"I guess I just fell back asleep. I'm sorry I didn't mean to.." but his voice trailed off, and he didn't finish his words. Just stared at the floor.

You nodded once, teeth clenching tightly as you thought of your next move.
"Right. Thank you."

Peter's eyes shot up, a mix of surprise, and please sparkled between the warm brown. He hummed soft, low. He smiled now. Bashful, as he stood up and scratched the back of his neck.
"No- Yeah, of course. I'm just glad you calmed down."

It was quiet now again.
Less uncomfortable than the one before, but still awkward nonetheless.

"I should- uhm I should go to my room now, it already past five," he stood up, tall, broad and soft. Looking down at you for just a second before he turned to leave, "Keep my clothes."