The New Kid on the Block ( reader x Peter Parker)

VII. Sticks and Stones

A/N, okay so this story, my first, had officially hit 1K readers, and with only 6 (now 7) parts. I'm so happy! Thanks y'all, also I can officially say that y'all better watch out on the streets, cause this bitch fifteen on August 5! Back to the story.

Story-

"Help! We need some help here" That's all that Peter had heard as he was quickly dipping in an out of consciousness. He couldn't feel much, but he could definitely tell when he was being picked up, as he was as his soft was hazy with blood loss and muscle cramps from being stuck in that mailbox for 7 goddamn hours.

'Oh shit, everything hurts. God this honestly is one of the worst feelings I've had. God please just make it stop Y/N! Please!' Peter was in immense pain, yet he could only let out a few grumbles and such.

Being a superhero, he wasn't unknown to pain, but his suit had helped him immensely with it. He was a little bit of a pussy when it came to pain normally.

'Two... blocks do-down" Was all that Peter could say. Two blocks down was his apartment building that him and his Aunt May had lived in. Y/N had started to run quickly, very quickly.

It had surprised Peter quite a lot, not only was he running quite fast, because he didn't seem like he was the one to enjoy any physical at all, which was true even if you were fit.

Once you were at the complex, he had quickly ran up the stairs and managed to open the door. The door was surprisingly unlocked, and opened up Toto confortable home of the the Parker's (I'm totally assuming May's last name so bear with me).

Once you have sat him down in his bathroom, you had quickly stripped him of his shirt and pants, ( ;) but not today SATAN) and started the bath. Even though the bruises were extremely prominent, you were able to lay him down into the bath that he warmed up for him.

"thank" Peter had said quietly, trying to keep his energy for lifting his head above the water.

"Hey hey hey, it's alright. Just relax for a while, you must be freezing and aching from the night in there. All you gotta do is sit and rest, take a nap, or anything, I'll be here."

Once he realized that he was safe, Peter had slowly started to drift off into the bathtub.

~Nap Time~

As you were looking through old photos, curious of Peter's past, when you heard rustling coming from the bedroom. You had quickly put them away and pretended to take a nap, if he was sensitive.

"Hey... you." Peter had said as he walked out in his sleep pants.  (idk because I call them comfy's but...)

"Good afternoon, sleepyhead. After I had to bathe you, like a child, I bandaged you and you slept. Oh and also we missed all of school and I pretended to be our parents." You said reassuring him.

"Don't...have parents." That... was a bit of shock. He was extremely well behaved, calm, and truthfully one of the smartest people you have ever met. Not to brag, but you did meet Tony Stark once when you were 11. But none the less, he's a great guy.

"I...uh, I made 'breakfast'", you said with quotations, since it was obviously the afternoon.

"Thanks." He said as he grabbed a Pop Tart and a few Pizza Rolls with a smoothie.

You both sat there silently, staring into oblivion. It was extremely awkward, even if you were acquaintances.

"So... how's your lunch, breakfast thing?" Saying awkwardly trying to start a conversation.

"...fine" saying, making it a lot more awkward.

So he had simply walked away after eating his pop tarts and pizza rolls, which left you alone, in an apartment that you don't know, so you were in a pickle.

Instead of going away, not doing anything about it, you took matters into your own hands.

"Okay listen, you just have bandages on those cuts, so we're going to the tub and fixing those up."

"Look, you're fine, I'm good and you can go home." He said completely ignoring you as he ate.

"Hell no. Get in the tub." He was shocked to say the least. He had slowly stood up with some fear in his eyes, only some.

He had started to walk, not taking his eyes off you. He went to the bathroom and turned on the bath, which is at least what your ears heard.

You followed swiftly, proud of yourself for being pushy for what you know will help. You reached the bathroom, and saw that he was waiting patiently in the bathtub with his underwear on, somewhat embarrassed, but mainly tired.

You got the first aid kit and began to work. Stitch after stitch, you were turning his back into a sweater, but professionally. Nothing was said between you two and you did your work. After you called Aunt May, you left swiftly without any doubt.

Peter laid there quietly on the sofa, going through the cable channels, somewhat hoping you'll come back for the company.  Wishing that he wasn't as stubborn as he was. Sitting... wishing.

A/N

Oh. My. God. That took a long ass time and sorry about that, but I'm back and I hope you enjoy it. There was school and I kinda forgot about it tbh for a little while.