Only You// Peter Parker x Reader

-[6]-

I woke up to the bright sunlight shining through my blinds. I rolled over and immediately regretted it as pain shot through my body. I groaned and stood up, even more pain taking over my body as my door shot open.

"Oh dear God no. Don't try to stand up, just stay in bed." Peter was holding a tray in one hand and helping me back into bed with the other.

"Thanks, you didn't have to do this." I smiled.

"But I did have to." He sat on the edge of my bed and watched me eat, occasionally stealing a piece of toast or fruit. He took the tray when I was done and brought me a couple ibuprofen and a glass of water. "Here. Take this, it will help with the pain."

I quickly swallowed it and pulled him into bed. "I want to watch movies."

"Okay what do you want to watch?"

"Star Wars marathon? Since we really never finished the first one." He nodded and I started the movie. I was still broken emotionally but I was doing my best to hide it. I wasn't even paying attention to the movie. I just replayed the previous night over and over again in my head until I drifted off again.

I felt the mattress shift underneath me and I turned around to see Peter was getting out of bed.

"Where are you going?"

He turned around and seemed surprised, "I'm sorry, didn't mean to wake you. Earlier when I told your Dad you and I weren't feeling well he told me he'd be home around 3:30 and it's 3:20 now. I mean if he saw in bed together then he'd get the wrong idea."

I nodded, "Yeah, I mean when I told him that I was friends with you he freaked out and thought that I found you cute."

"D-do you f-find me c-cute?"

I bit my lip and winked before snuggling back into the blanket surrounding me and shutting my eyes. I heard my door close and I sat up, grabbing my phone in the process. I opened my phone and found at least 25 messages from my Dad. I scrolled through the messages quickly when I saw one that made my heart stop.

Dad 2:34pm: I saw that Peter was in your room what are you guys doing?

I quickly replied: Nothing. He just gave me a glass of water and some ibuprofen.

I put my phone down on my bed and sat cross-legged. I thought about Peter, what he meant to me. Sure, I liked him, I thought he was cute, but was he really worth the risk? And who said he actually liked me back? My thoughts were interrupted when my phone buzzed. I already knew who the text was from and I contemplated even looking at it. I laid back it my bed before my curiosity got the best of me and I picked up my phone.

Dad 3:26: I'll be home in a few. We'll talk then.

I rolled my eyes and threw my phone to the end of the bed before getting up. Bruises were now visible up and down my arms and legs so I put on a sweatshirt and sweatpants. I walked down the endless halls of the Tower. I knew it better than I did two days ago but it was still mostly a mystery. I knew how to get from my room to the kitchen and that's all I needed to know.

I finally found my way to the living room and sat down. I figured I'd just wait for my Dad here so if he was going to yell at me then at least it would be more public. I don't know maybe he won't yell as much if others are around. I don't understand the reason to yell at all I'm a seventeen year old girl, I should be able to date and fall in love, have my first kiss and all that, but he keep stopping me. He always goes on about 'enemies plotting his demise' and whatever but if no one knows I'm his daughter then who cares because I sure as hell don't.