(Peter Parker x reader) Romeo and Juliet

29: Scared of Heights

After MJ had once again gotten settled next to me, there was another knock at the door.

MJ groaned louder than me, jumping back up to get it. "Liz, we know, and we're tired and-oh, hey Peter."

Peter waved awkwardly.

I fell off the bed.

Now MJ and Peter stared at me, Peter's head tilted to look at me, MJ just thinking how dumb I was.

And probably wondering how Peter and I weren't a public couple yet.

"What do you want?" MJ said to him.

He pointed to me on the floor.

MJ scoffed. "I should've figured that out. I thought you wanted Abraham Lincoln. I'm so stupid."

I stood up, brushing myself off.

Peter smiled at me.

He was too cute to stay mad at. And Liz was too sweet to remain jealous of.

Okay, that was a lie.

"MJ, can I please borrow her?" Peter asked, hands clasped in front of him.

MJ rose her eyebrows, though you could hardly tell because of her bangs. "Take her. In either sense of the word."

I decided to elbow her on my way out because of her nasty comment, which only made Peter blush harder.

I grabbed his hand, winking at him and waited till MJ shut the door.

All the way.

There you go.

"What do you want, Parker?" I asked cooly.

Peter frowned for a millisecond at my reverting to his last name. "I-i wanted to make sure you're okay," he finally answered. "And ever since the Damage Control Deep Storage Vault deal you've been quiet and reserved."

I scoffed just a little. "God, I wonder why."

Peter seemed to be casting around for an answer.

"Let me assist," I started, "I'm not 'mothering' you, I just care."

Peter's eyes showed that it clicked. "Oh, about that, I didn't mean it. I'm sorry, I just-I don't see why you care so much."

I could tell by the tone he used that he was weirded out. "Well Parker, take a wild guess. Actually, I'll tell you, since that seems easier. I found you, not May, not Ned, me, when you were bitten. Who helped you Parker? Me. Who told you you were okay? Me. Who loved you before Liz? Me," I covered my mouth as I let the last words slip.

Peter's pupils contracted. "Whoa, love?!"

"Like a brother," I said, in a voice so full of venom it was easily distinguished as a lie.

Peter squinted momentarily at me. "No you don't, do you?"

"What did you really want, Parker," I snapped.

"I wanted you to come back to my room," he said sheepishly. He also looked hurt at me only saying his last name.

I softened. He really was a very sweet boy. "Alright, let's go."

He led me hand-in-hand back to his room.

Ned was already asleep, which meant I was curious. "Why am I here?"

He pointed to his bed. "I can't sleep."

"So I'm your teddy bear?" I paused, having started walking to his bed. "Why?"

He swallowed hard. "The monument. I just....its all flashing before my eyes again, and it.."

I noticed how he was shaking, how he was shuffling, and how he was sweating. I also noticed that he must've had an over-sensory issue.

This meant his senses went absolutely nuts.

This made me feel so sick, and I opened my arms for him.

He ignored me.

So I dropped my limbs and body onto the bed. "Come on babes."

He slinked under the covers, letting me lay on top of them.

"Now talk," I demanded.

He lay one hand on the pillow, watching his own fingers.

I laid my own hand over his.

He sighed a little. "It's scary," he managed in a tiny voice. "I don't like it."

"You don't wike it?" I asked back in a baby voice, inching closer to him.

He wiggled closer sarcastically almost. I didn't know that was a possibility, but he managed. "I don't wike it."

He had no idea how I knew what that meant or who said it, and I'd like to keep it that way.

"I just hate being scared of heights," he was back to that tiny voice. "It makes me feel weak."

I full-on pressed up against him. "You're not weak."

He sucked in his breath. Not from what I said, but from how I was pressed flush against him shamelessly.

"You're cute," I said with squinted eyes. I had to squint or his face became blurry from how close we were. "You're tough, you're a hero, you're not weak."

He blushed, still not releasing the air he'd sucked in.

"And Peter," I said, and he let out a slow breath from me now using his first name, "it's okay."

He frowned a little. (It looked like he had a uni brow from our proximity) "what's okay?"

"That you're scared," I told him. "We all are."

He kinda scoffed. "What're you scared of?"

I sighed, moving my head to rest under his chin, nose pressed into the soft skin of his neck. "Loosing you."

He sucked in breath again, but this time he placed one hand lazily in the slope of my hip. "You won't."

I didn't quiet believe that, I mean, we're talking about my risk-taking, web-swinging, seemingly-fearless SpiderMan. "But-"

"Don't argue with me," Peter said in a sleepy/teasing voice.

I snuggled a bit against him. (Basically just wiggling in place). "A'right Prince Peter."

He laughed, then covered his mouth cause Ned was asleep. "Thanks princess."

I fell asleep very comfy.