Spider-Man/Peter Parker One-Shots

Safe

"You shouldn't go to work any more, it could strain you."

"And you shouldn't be risking your skin for everybody in New York every night." You shot your husband a look and he sighed. He was dressed in spandex with only his mask missing to complete the look of the oh so famous web-slinger. He was about to leave to go out on patrol now that he was sure you were home and safe.

You were pregnant, 8 months pregnant to be specific, and your large belly was weighing you down quite a bit. Of course you had gotten used to the added cargo but it would be nice to finally have the baby in your arms instead of in your belly. Your work strained and stressed you more than a pregnant woman should beーat least that's what Peter saidーso he constantly insisted you either quit working until the baby came or find another temporary easy job.

"I just don't want you to get hurt," Peter took your hands into his own and you couldn't help but smile.

"Now you know what it's like to live in fear everyday that something might happen to the person you care about the most."

Peter kissed your forehead. "I've been doing this for years, and every night I've come back to you." You wrapped your arms around him tightly and closed your eyes.

"Be safe." He gave you a kiss and headed for the window when you cleared your throat. "No kiss for the little guy?" You crossed your arms. He came back and stooped down to give your belly a kiss. He rubbed it affectionately and whispered something to your unborn son.

"I'll come back to both of you," he promised, backing up towards the window. You smiled, your eyes gleaming with love as you waved. Once he was out of sight, your straight posture slackened and you looked towards the inviting couch. A little Netflix until Peter got back didn't sound too bad.

You woke to the sound of the home phone going off. The show you had previously been watching was still on the screen but you ignored it as you slowly got to your feet and trudged to the kitchen to see who was calling. You picked it up, pushed the button to answer, and stuck it by your ear.

"Hello?"

"Is this Mrs. Parker?" A sophisticated female replied.

"It is."

"I'm sorry to tell you this, but your husband was admitted to the hospital not too long ago." Your heart stopped.

"What happened? Is he ok?"

"He was hit by a bus earlier tonight and has suffered fatal injuries. Visiting hours are closed right now but we can allow you to see him if you'd like."

"Yes, yes please. I'll be right there." You made for your coat and shoes, slipping them on hastily.

"Goodnight Mrs. Parker, and I hope your husband is alright."

"I do too." You ended the call.

You were at the hospital minutes later. You headed toward the lady at the front desk and asked her where Peter was. She must've been the lady on the phone because she told you without missing a beat. You thanked her as you were walking away, but once you were out of her view you were sprinting to the room.

Running wasn't the best choice both because you felt so incredibly out of shape and cause it caused a couple doctors to look up as you passed. But you did arrive at Peter's room faster.

"-it was like he was thrown into the bus," a police officer was saying. At your sudden appearance he stopped talking to the doctor and faced you, taking off his hat. "Ma'am."

"What happened?" You approached Peter's bed, a look of fear set in your eyes as you overlooked his condition. Bruises covered the skin you could see, a ring of red surrounded one eye, he was hooked up to multiple machines, and there was no doubt he had sustained many other injuries you couldn't see.

"Well witnesses say he was fighting off some crooks but one of them punched him through a wall and straight into a bus," the cop explained. "Others say he was run over by a bus. Based off what happened to the bus I'm leaning towards theory one."

"Is he gonna be ok?" You faced the doctor with a look of pure despair and he bit his lip.

"He has several broken bones, his spleen was pierced by a bone shard, a couple arteries were cut, and there may be some other complications we don't know of yet, so there's no telling at this point." The doctor looked away. "I'm sorry." You nearly collapsed into a seat next to Peter's bed.

"Witnesses also report seeing your husband dressed up as the Spider-man," the cop began, inviting you to fill in the reason why. You stayed silent for a minute, gingerly taking Peter's lifeless hand in your warm one. You stared at his not-quite-peaceful face with blank eyes.

"He always wanted to make a difference like Spider-man, so he thought dressing up and fighting bad guys like the hero was how to do it. I should've...." you paused, tears trailing down your cheeks. "I should've told him to leave the crime-fighting to the police. " You wiped your eyes and gripped his hand tighter. "Now his son might grow up without a father."

The police officer and doctor looked down awkwardly before excusing themselves from the room for there was nothing else they could do. After the door closed behind them the only sound filling the room was the heart monitor's constant beeps. Then you took in a shaky breath.

"Please...." you begged, more tears falling as the silence stretched on. "Please come back to us."