Peter Parker/Spider-Man Drabbles

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"I'm not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor."

WARNING: language and injuries

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"Dude, check out what's trending on Twitter!"

"Is that Spider-Man?"

"And The Lizard! They're duking it out near the Flushing-Main Street station!"

"No way?!"

"Yes way!"

I roll my eyes, open my phone, and send a text.

My train was late because of you. 😒 Come to my place ASAP for your punishment.

I spend the rest of the ride scrolling through Twitter. Updates on the fight seem to have finished before I reach my stop. I'm hoping that means the fight's over and that Peter will be over soon. I haven't gotten to spend much time with him in a week or so. He tends to skip lunch to get his homework done early or go be a masked vigilante, and we don't have any classes together this year, so... Really the only time we get to spend time together is when I'm patching him up.

"I'm home!" I shout as I walk into the apartment. "Hey mom," I smile at her as I wander into the kitchen. She's washing dishes and I hug her as I pass by.

"Hi sweetie!" She turns and kisses my cheek then goes back to the dishes. "That's funny," she laughs lightly.

"What?" I open the cabinet, grab a glass of water, and fill it at the dispenser from the fridge.

"Nothing," she shakes her head lightly. "Just that you must've left your radio on all day. To be quite honest, I thought you were already home."

I knit my eyebrows together. "But...I turned my radio off. I always turn my radio off."

Mom shakes her head again. "I guess you forgot to today."

I shrug and head down the hall to my room. Mom's right. As the sound of the sink fades, I can clearly hear my radio.

I open my door and walk over to it and turn it off.

"Huh," I mutter, "that's weird." I shrug my backpack off and drop it on my bed then turn around to get my laptop from my desk.

"HOLY SHIT!"

I jump back a few feet and cover my face with my left hand and lean against my bedframe as I try to catch my breath.

"What the fuck, Peter?"

"Sorry," he mumbles. "You said to come over ASAP."

"Yeah. Uh huh," I nod. "After I came home!"

"Oh."

"Yeah!" I roll my eyes and sigh as I sit down on the bed. "Can you pass me my laptop?"

"Yeah sure," he nods and grabs it from my desk beside him then kicks his feet on the floor as he rolls his chair over to the bed. "Here you go."

"Thanks," I smile at him as I take my laptop from him, but my eyes catch sight of something on his right arm and my eyebrows raise. "Oh my god! Peter!" I drop my laptop on my bed and grab his arm before he can turn away. "What happened?!"

"I got into a fight on the subway," he says simply.

"With The Lizard? I heard," I nod. "But, how did this happen?" I gesture at the wet blood stain on his forearm.

"His tail swiped me," Peter mutters sheepishly.

I reach under my bed, drag out my first aid kit, pull it up onto my bed, and pop it open. I grab the things I'll need to patch him up and set them out on my bed, then grab his arm again and roll up his sleeve.

"Peter..." I say quietly and look at him with worry in my eyes.

"It's not that bad," he shrugs. "I've had worse."

"I know," I groan as I grab the alcohol wipes to clean the gash on his arm. "I've fixed up worse, but that doesn't mean that this isn't still bad."

"I know," he mumbles and turns his head away.

I roll my eyes again and start cleaning the wound. Peter shouts and pulls his arm away the second the alcohol touches his skin.

"That hurts!" he whines.

"Don't be such a baby." I grab his arm and grip it tightly so he can't pull it away again.

"Hey," he pouts. "Be nice to me. I'm injured."

"I'm not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor," I mutter.

"Technically I already did," he shrugs and I look up at him, confused. "The Lizard..." he stammers. "Doctor Connors..."

"Right," I nod. "Well, consider this revenge for making my train late." I got bac to cleaning his arm and he winces and tenses up for a minute, but eventually relaxes. "Anyway, you should be thanking me since I'm not insisting that you go get stitches."

"Thank you," he says mockingly and we both laugh. "I wish I had the power to heal instantly like The Wolverine."

"You and me both," I sigh.

Once the wound is clean, I grab the gauze and bandages and wrap his arm.

"All done," I smile up at him.

Peter squishes his face up and shakes his head. "Not quite."

I knit my eyebrows together and he laughs lightly at my confusion then thrusts his arm toward me.

"Kiss the boo-boo!"

I roll my eyes. "You're such a child."

"But you love me!" he sings happily.

"Maybe." I wink at him, then lift his arm to my lips and press a soft kiss on his bandages. I look up at him again and cock my eyebrow. "All better?"

"Almost," he says quietly then scoots his chair right up to the bed and takes my face in his hands. I close my eyes as he leans in and connects his lips with mine.

The kiss doesn't last very long, but it's just as perfect as any other.

"There," Peter whispers, My eyes flutter open and meet his gaze. He smiles. "All better."

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  Hope you liked this! - Katy :P