HOPELESS ☾Peter Parker - 1

NINE

"Peter, please, just let me help you." Aspen said, reaching towards the boy's shirt once again. 

"I said I was fine, now can we please just go." Peter said, leaning his head against the wall.

The pair was currently sitting in the lobby of the evacuated airport, Aspen with a first aid kit she found and Peter refusing to let the girl play doctor. The young Blue had insisted that they go get him changed and patched up before going to the other airport (the one she was at when she arrived to Germany) in order to fly home, but Peter was being difficult. She knew he was hurt, he had held his side the whole walk indoors, but for some reason he was refusing to let the girl even look at his injury. 

"Peter," she started, using her mama bear voice, "we will not leave Germany until you let me take your shirt off and look at your side." 

The boy let out a snort at the girls word choice before cringing in pain and clutching his side. When he removed his hand, the white of the t-shirt had crimson blood soaked into it.

"That's it." Aspen reached over and grabbed the bottom of Peter's shirt.

He let out a yelp in both protest and fear, but the girl had already yanked the fabric halfway off, so he sighed and let her remove it completely.

"Geez louise," she mumbled leaning down and lightly dabbing a rag onto his wound.

Peter watched her as she worked. How her eyebrows drew together in concentration, and how she bit onto her bottom lip. Her touch was delicate and soft, and Peter couldn't help but feel insecure. To him, Aspen was as breathtakingly beautiful as she was terrifying and he couldn't help but feel self conscious as she touched his half-naked body. 

"I don't think you need any stitches or anything," she said, snapping Peter out of his staring session, "but I'm going to put a bandaid on it to stop the bleeding." 

Peter nodded in response, his eyes never leaving her face. Once she was done, she leaned back, satisfied with her work. 

"There will probably be a killer bruise, but hey, you'll heal. It could've been worse, but since I'm a kickass doctor, you won't be getting an infection. You're welcome." She flashed a cheesy grin at the boy before wiping her hands on her jeans. 

"Alright, my turn to be doctor, come here." Peter said and patted the space next to him.

Aspen tilted her head in confusion (an act Peter thought was totally adorable) and sent the boy a small frown. 

"Your head is still bleeding from that glass, now unless you want an infection or death, you better let me clean it up." Peter sent her a smug look, it was his turn to be the mama bear.

Aspen sighed and crossed her arms, leaning against the wall with a huff. 

"Don't pout, Aspen. Besides, we wouldn't want to go into the airport looking like we just, I don't know, fought the freaking Avengers or something." Peter said, still completely geeking over the fact that he fought with and against Avengers. 

Aspen watched Peter as he worked. His eyes squinted as he concentrated and his tongue occasionally wet his bottom lip. He tried to work as softly as Aspen did, in fear of hurting the girl, and Aspen definitely noticed. 

She had always thought Peter was cute, in a completely dorky way, and all of the little things he did made him even more adorable.  But watching him fight was a completely different thing, it was like he was a whole new person. He was way more confident as Spiderman, and Aspen couldn't help but wonder why. I mean, she did just have to refrain from drooling over the boy shirtless (though she would never admit that to anybody) so it wasn't like he was unattractive. She just couldn't help but wonder why he felt so much better hidden under a mask.