Peter Parker X Reader

Hurt

   You were currently at home, you were sitting at your desk, hour notebook in hand. It was past midnight now, but you were a night owl so you could never go to sleep early like other people. You tapped your pen onto the open paper frequently as you glanced at your phone.

  You expected Peter to call you about an hour ago, he usually calls around ten or eleven you never understood why but, you always waited up for him. But, this time was different.

  He hadn't texted you, he didn't even call.

You were slightly worried but, then again he usually doesn't get himself into any trouble unless it had to do with Flash Thompson. You shook your head at the memory before beginning to sketch into the paper absent-mindedly.

   It took you a moment to realize you were drawing Peter based on his features and you breathed a small laugh before sighing "I'm so in love" you whispered before your eyes widened at you're own statement before sinking into your chair and continuing your sketch.

  You loved Peter of course but, saying it without him near felt so weird and awkward as if someone was listening in without your knowledge. You shook your head before you jumped slightly as there was a loud buzzing noise coming from your desk.

   You turned quickly realizing it was your phone and without even looking at the caller you accepted the call and put the phone to your ear. A smile came to your face as you thought of the person on the other line "I was beginning to think you wouldn't call" you said into the phone.

   There was a pause before there was an awkward chuckle coming from the other line, you knew it was Peter and you smiled softly "Yea. I'm sorry. Bad cell reception" he said and you heard him groan slightly as if in pain.

  You frowned before asking "We're in New York could you get bad call reception? We're you on the train?" You asked him worried as to stood up from your chair putting the book down.

    "Something like that. Can you open your window?" He asked and you raised a brow "Open my--oh my god!" You jumped as you saw Peter wave at you from outside your window sitting on the fire escape.

  You ran over to the window opening it with a smile "You gave me a heart attack. What the hell are you--" you froze catching sight of his bruised face as you took his hand to lead him inside.

  The light illuminated his bruises that had caused his right eye to swell slightly and the bruises ran down to his neck. You gasped at how beat up he looked before leading him to the bed "My god Peter! What happened to you?!" You asked him as you lead him to the bed having him lean on you for support.

  He hardly seemed to be able to stay on his feet as he limped ro the bed "Nothing really I'm fine" he answered you with a reassuring smile.

  You looked at him like he was crazy and he probably was "What the hell do you mean your fine?! Look at you! You have bruises left and right!" You shouted at him helping him lay down before you pulled away to run to the bathroom.

  You fumbled through the drawers for a first aid kit before running down the stairs and grabbing an ice pack from the freezer.

   When you returned, your eye's saddened as you looked at Peter before you took your biggest pillow "Oh gosh Pete. What did you do?" You asked him as you lifted his head letting him fall back slowly onto the pillow.

  He let out a low groan with a chuckle his eye's closing from the pain "It's nothing really" he said and you raised a brow at this hand on his abdomen.

  "I'm taking off your shirt" you stated leaning forward sitting on the bed in order to zip down his sweater.

  Peter resisted to your surprise putting a hand over your own halting your movements "Don't it's uh...I'm fine really" he began  but finished a little rushed his upper body moving upwards as if to sit up to prove his point.

  Your eyes narrowed at him "Peter" you warned him your voice stern but worried "What did you do?" You asked him.

  He didn't seem very eager to answer nor did he the next moment as you pulled the sweater off of him and you gasped noticing blood heavily staining his shirt. You looked up into his eyes completely shocked your mouth open before you looked back down to see his T-shirt underneath was soaked in it.

It was a miracle he wasn't dead.

  "What....Peter....Peter what the hell are to doing here?!" You asked him before getting your phone and beginning to dial "You should be in the hospital. You'll bleed out! What the hell!" You shouted tears making its way into your eyes as you dialed the numbers '911' quickly.

  However, Peter's hand was on top of yours before you could press the call button. You looked up at him surprised seeing him sitting up shaking his head "Don't call them. I'll be fine." He said and you looked at him like he was crazy and he definetly was.

  "What do you mean your fine?! Peter your drenched in your own blood and if that's saying your fine then--" he cuts you off kissing you quickly before pulling away.

   "I'll be fine. I'm tougher then I look" he says after with a smile before his head hits the pillow once more with a sigh.

   You pause before looking at the phone in your hand, the numbers 911 on the screen. You then sigh before pressing the power button on the side and setting it down on the table.

   "You better not be in any trouble, Parker" you said as you rose from your seat to get the bandages on the table.

   Peter chuckled with his eye's closed and a hand over his stomach "You know a woman's upset with you when they say your last name" he stated firefly making you scoff.

   "I'm serious Pete." You whispered loud enough for him to hear you as you turned with a wet cloth drenched with rubbing alcohol.

   "What did you do? Teenagers don't just come home with blood staining their shirts and gashes on their torso's." You spoke as you wringe out the dripping fluid from the cloth before placing it lightly on Peter's wound.

   Pete gasps out in pain his head going backwards "Ow!" He cries sitting up with a pained expression making you pull back with an apologetic smile.

   "Sorry." You apologize before glancing at how much blood had already begun to stain the cloth and you look away before dipping the cloth in the container of water at your side.

   "Its nothing to worry about, really. I'm f--" peter starts but you cut him off with a sharp look.

  "If you say your fine, one more time, me and you are going to have a serious problem" you threaten before pressing the cloth to his injury once more making him yelp.