Spider-Man/Peter Parker One-Shots

D-D III

Requested on Quotev.

Though this one isn't specific to a Spider-man, it does include something from Homecoming (the video Peter records at the beginning of the movie). I just wanted to tell y'all.

Waking up usually doesn't hurt this much, you thought to yourself the morning of your first period. Then you didn't know blood was coming out of down there, or what was to come, but your dad figured it out real fast.

"Honey?" Peter cracked open the door to your room, peering in with creased eyebrows. "Why aren't you up yet? You have school."

"I don't feel good," you mumbled, your arms crossed over your stomach as you lay on your side. Peter stepped into the room and got on his knees by your side.

"What hurts?"

"Right here." You traced the spot on your shirt. "And I think I'm bleeding."

"Where?" Peter's eyes widened. You shifted further away to show him the spot on your sheets that a dark stain occupied. You didn't know how it got there, or where the blood came from, but you were hoping your dad could spot it. Peter muttered a curse and stood up, running his hands through his hair.

"Honey, I think you're starting your period," he said. As the realization sunk in, your eyes widened and you put a hand over your mouth. The cycle of pain and suffering for a week of every month was beginning. Tears filled your eyes as you groaned and laid back down.

"Please don't cry," Peter muttered, getting on his knees by your bed and taking your hand.

"It really hurts," you said through gritted teeth. "Why does it have to hurt? (Friend) said her's doesn't hurt."

"I don't know." Peter sat there for a second before releasing your hand and heading for the door. "I'll inform the school you're sick today. You get changed into something else and put a pad on like Mom showed you. Anything that has blood on it give it to me." He left the room.

You grabbed some pjs and went to the bathroom to find a pad to put on. Seeing the blood on your clothes made you wince, but at least you didn't have to take care of them. Your dad had gotten good at getting blood stains out of fabricーthanks to doing it almost every night. Sometimes you wondered if he wasn't being as careful as he could be.

You stepped out of the bathroom, walking strangely because of how weird the pad felt. You adjusted it and pulled a face. Did you have to wear these the whole week?

A knock came from the door. "(Y/N), can I come in?"

"Yeah." The door opened and Peter stepped inside.

"Here." He held out his hand for the clothes and you handed them over. He left the room to let them soak in some cold water while you sat right next to the stain on your bed. You stared at it for a few seconds before concluding you should probably take care of it.

You met your dad as you were going out the door. He took the sheets from you and headed over to where your clothes were soaking.

"Um, can I take something for the pain?" You asked.

"Yes, but I don't remember what your mom takes." Peter turned to you with a thoughtful expression. "Man, of all the weeks she could've been gone, she chose the one her daughter would get her first period." He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "I'll just look it up." You watched him as he got out his phone and typed something into it. "Ibuprofen."

You took off for the medicine cupboard, throwing the cupboard door open when you arrived. You picked up each bottle, read the label, and set it back down. When you got to the very last bottle you thought for sure that was it, but nope.