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Peter Parker x Reader

You had the tendency to overwork yourself. You spent hours on end training yourself to fight and to use your powers in all the ways you should, and sometimes, you did not realize how tired you were until you collapsed.

Today was no exception as you went in on a punching bag, jabbing and ducking and swerving as if it was fighting back against you. Sweat dripped down your face and you sighed, steadying the punching bag and standing straight, almost feeling your back crack at the sudden sensation. After less than a few seconds of remaining still, before you could even get the gloves off your hand, the dizziness caught up to you as you fell back onto your bottom, holding your head in your hands. You laid down fully onto your back, focusing on the ceiling.

A few moments passed, and you knew perfectly well that you were able to stand up now, but the cool mat below you held onto you for a little bit longer. As you laid there, the door of the training room opened and your head lulled to the side, meeting an amused looking Peter Parker in the doorway.

Peter chuckled, pushing the hood of the black sweatshirt he wore down and set his bag down onto the floor by the door. "Out did yourself again, I see?" Peter teased you as you nodded on the floor, finally pulling the sticky gloves off your hands and tossing them across the room at nothing in particular.

He squatted down near you, balancing perfectly on the balls of his feet as he smiled lightly at you. "What are we going to do with you?" He asked as he shifted, wedging his arms under your back and under your legs, lifting you into his arms easily and standing as if you weighed half of what you did.

"Take me to a bed?" You asked him as you lazily wrapped your arms around his neck and resting your head on his shoulder. You could use a nap.

Peter hummed a laugh and nodded. "I suppose I can do that." He agreed and began to carry you effortlessly through the complex. A moment or two of comfortable silence passed until Peter carried you through an automatic sliding door. You knew the room immediately and smiled gently against your closest friend.

He set you down on the bed and softly sat next to you slightly tensing. "Peter why are you tense relax I'm not some weird pervert"

Your joke seemed to relax him and he laid farther down into the bed and play an arm lazily around your waist.

Quickly you feel asleep to the smell of Peter cologne. While you slept Peter stayed awake. He stayed in awe looking at every perfection you had.

The slight smile you had while sleeping, the careful way your chest rose and fell with every breath, The way you smelled good even after a full day of training. He would love to be with you forever.

He lightly kissed you cheek before falling into a blissful sleep himself.