Peter Parker Imagines

Nightmares | Peter x OC

Word Count: 1600
Warnings: None

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It was early in the morning when I was rudely awoken. Peter was making horrible noises like he was choking or being crushed. "Peter-" I had just climbed down from my bunk when May burst into the room, hair like a bird's nest, a tired look haunting her eyes.

"What's going on?? Is Peter okay??" I didn't have an answer for her yet and leant over Peter as he grabbed at his chest with feeble hands. "Peter, Peter can you hear me?" I grabbed his shoulders, giving them a gentle shake.

He continued to wheeze, letting out the most painful sounding whines as tears rolled down his cheeks. "Peter!" I shook his shoulders harder, and his eyes snapped open. "Jess," Peter was shaking, and in that moment, he looked like a little kid again.

Teary eyed, shaking like a chihuahua, May having just woken him up from a nightmare about the monster under his bed. "I'm here Peter, just breathe." Peter struggled at first, looking around wildly, his chest heaving with the effort it took to breathe.

May watched from the doorway, making sure her nephew was in good hands. As Peter got his breath back, I looked behind me to May, mouthing to her. 'I've got it from here'. She nodded with a smile on her face, leaving Peter's room, closing the door behind her quietly.

Peter's wild breathes had calmed by now, and I gently drew my hand down his arm as he sat up in his bunk, staring straight ahead. It was silent in his room now, and I was almost nervous to speak. Would Peter freak out again? What caused him to have such a bad reaction?

In a soft voice, I spoke his name, trying to get his attention. "Peter?" He seemed to have heard me, and his head turned so he could look at me. His cheeks were tear-stained, and unshed tears glistened in his eyes. "I couldn't breathe, Jess," Peter's voice cracked as he spoke.

"I was trapped under all that rubble, and I swore I was going to die down there. Alone, slowly suffocating." I would never be able to understand what he went through, fighting Vulture. But seeing him like this, it hurt. So damn much.

"You're okay now. You're safe." I moved to sit down on the edge of Peter's bunk. Without any words, Peter leant forward, resting his forehead against my shoulder. I knew he was tired. Being Spider-Man took its toll, both mentally and physically. In a croaky voice, Peter whispered. "Thank you, Jess. For being here for me."

I smiled at his words, bringing a hand up and gently sifting it through his hair. Peter stayed there, leaning on me as I carded my fingers through his hair, playing with the short strands of hair on the nape of his neck. His breathing started to slow, meaning he was drifting off to sleep.

Taking this as my opportunity to bounce and retreat to my own bunk for the rest of the night, I started to slowly move away from him. Before I could even come close to moving away, Peter mumbled. "Please don't go." I froze, my heart starting to beat faster.

I knew Peter thought of me as a friend, but the thought of staying in the same bed with him was one I often wished for. To be wrapped up in the safety of his arms. "Okay. I won't." Peter laid back in his bunk, shifting over so there was a gap between him and the wall. Obviously meant for me.

Even with his eyes closed, he seemed to notice my hesitance, a soft smile coming to his face. "I don't bite." I swallowed nervously, being as careful as I could when climbing over Peter. I could only faintly see Peter's outline beneath the thick blankets, and nearly put my knee down in his crotch.

He saved himself from an awkward moment by placing his hands on my hips, making me freeze above him. "S-Sorry." Peter smiled again, his beautiful brown eyes watching me grow redder with every passing second.