Peter Parker Imagines

Being Spider-Man | Peter x OC

Word Count: 700
Warnings: None

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I was always worried about Peter. Being Spider-Man was no small task, and when Peter came to me with heavy injuries, I would always reprimand him about safety. But it was only because I loved the big idiot.

Peter had left for patrol earlier, leaving me in the middle of our study date. I didn't mind it, it just meant I had to explain to my mom as to why Peter had mysteriously disappeared. My first mistake was saying we were playing hide and seek.

"Yeah, he's just a really good hider. I'll find him though." I tried to smile very convincingly, although I was worried as hell about him. It'd been two hours since he'd left, and I hadn't gotten a text yet saying he was on his way back.

"Okay. When you find him, tell him dinner's ready." I nodded to my mom, shuffling away down the hall. It was only when I paced past my room that I noticed the blotch of blue and red hanging outside my window.

"Peter!" I ducked into my room, shutting the door behind me. Peter was holding his left side and groaned as I opened my window for him to climb in. "God that guy was big..." Ignoring his attempt at humour, I helped him over to my bed, lying him down. "What happened?"

He lifted his mask up, pulling it off his head. A nasty black eye greeted me like a slap in the face. "Peter, what the hell happened??" He tried to push me away but I swatted at his hands, examining his black eye.

"I got into a fight with a guy trying to rob a couple in an alleyway. He got a few good hits in." Once I was satisfied that he wasn't seriously injured, I sat back on the other side of my bed, looking at him.

He was trying to avoid my gaze, but he looked at me once, and his guard fell. I was close to tears, shaking slightly. "Jess, please don't cry." He held out an arm to me, and I tried to hold strong, trying not to forgive him.

It didn't work, and seconds later I fell onto him, burying my face into his suit. "I can't keep doing this, Peter! What if you get seriously hurt and I can't help you? What if you die on a mission and I get left alone??" I cried out, the words muffled by Peter's suit.

"That won't happen. And I promise, I'll be more careful when I'm on patrol." His arm curled around my shoulders, holding me against him while his other hand smoothed down my hair.

I knew he couldn't promise me that. It was a false promise, but I latched onto it. It was all I could do to hope Peter never came to me seriously injured. "Now, is there something you want to tell me?" I looked up at Peter with a teary and confused gaze.

"Uh, my mom said dinner is ready." Peter chuckled, his chest bouncing as he did. "That's nice of her. I meant something else." It took me a moment, but I finally got there.

"Oh! I love you." Peter smiled, kissing my lips quickly. "That's better. I love you too, babe." He sat up in my bed, groaning as the bruise on his side ached. "I'll just get changed, and then we can go down for dinner." I backed off from Peter, struggling to get my tears under control.

Peter quickly changed out of his suit and into his clothes from before, being careful to pack away his suit incase either of my parents came into my room.

"Alright, I'm ready-" Peter turned back to me, noticing my sniffles. "Oh baby..." Peter walked over to me, enveloping me in a hug. It felt good to be in his arms, and his cologne distracted me from my tears. "I'm sorry I worry you so much..."

He rubbed my back as I calmed down, making sure I knew he was there for me. "It's okay. As long as you come back alive, I'll be fine." Peter smiled, and I felt him kiss the top of my head. "Let's go down before your dad decides to skewer me alive."

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