Peter Parker Imagines

Caught In The Crossfire | Peter x OC

Word Count: 450

Warnings: None

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There was a horrible pounding in my head. I couldn't remember much, apart from a red and blue figure fighting with a winged man, and falling from a fire escape. I knew I was in a bed, with an extra pillow underneath my head, making it as comfortable as I normally liked it. Casting a look around the room, I found that I was in Peter's room. His window was open just a crack, allowing a draft into the room. I was in his bottom bunk bed, the covers tucked around me as if May had just told me a bedtime story. 

Sitting at his desk, was Peter. He was typing away at something on his laptop, a focused look on his face. "Peter," I didn't expect my voice to be so hoarse, and it came out like a croak. Peter looked over his shoulder, jumping out of his chair when he saw I was awake. "Jess! Thank God," He crossed the room in two quick strides, crouching by my side. "I thought you weren't going to wake up after I- after Spider-Man saved you from hitting the ground." 

I caught his slip up but thought nothing of it. My head hurt too much to think about anything properly. "I-I'm okay," My head ached as I spoke, and I screwed my eyes shut, a soft whine escaping me. I felt Peter's hand against my forehead, most likely checking my temperature. "May should be home soon, she'll take a look at you." He spoke with a gentle voice, concern thickening his tone. "Are you cold?" All I could manage was a nod. 

I blinked against the light coming in through his window, reaching out for him before he could leave to find a blanket. It hurt to talk, but I spoke anyway. "Stay." Peter hesitated, standing still in the middle of his room. "Okay. If I hurt you in any way, please tell me." I nodded again, gritting my teeth as I shifted myself over to one side of the bed, allowing Peter to get in with me. He edged closer to me until he could ever so gently shift me into his arms. "I'm so sorry you were caught in the crossfire." 

With my forehead resting against his collarbone, I felt myself smile. He was being so gentle with me, and I could feel him gently brushing a thumb down my spine. "You're the best boyfriend ever..." I heard Peter's breath hitch, but the movements of his hand on my back didn't stop. "I-I try. Get some rest, okay?" I closed my eyes, taking his advice. Maybe tomorrow I would get some answers as to what the hell happened.

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