Technical Difficulties; Peter Parker x Reader

7 ~ Healing

I jump onto his bed, laying on my stomach, after I put my favorite movie, "Ferris Buellers Day Off" in the DVD player. We've been watching that one together since we were kids.

Peter walks in with spoons , and plops down next to me on the bed, and then I wince as something cold hits my back, I swat it away, but peter grabs my wrist before I could hit him.

"Relax, Y/N. I know you said you're fine but I want these bruises to heal quick for you. Just, relax." He said as he spread the ice packs around the large bruise. It was about the side of his hands, together.

"ShhshhhSshhhShhhhHHHH ShuT UP!!" I yelled at him while lightly hitting his arm over and over to get him to pay attention.

"I'm not even say-"

*smack*

"OH MY God Peter I'm so sorry!" I shout, as I quickly turn and sit up, then I double over In pain because of my back.

He laughs at the slap, but then looks concerned for my back.
"Are you okay? Y/N?" He asks, very inquisitive about it.

"I'm fine, I'm fine.." I say as my back begins to throb again.

He gently assembles the ice packs onto my bare back once again, and then lays down next to me, head on his palms.

Peters POV

I look over at her as she intently watches the movie, her hair elegantly flowing over her shoulders.

"Bueller? Bueller? Bueller?" Says the distant sounding TV, but all I can focus on was her. Then she laughs and mocks the teacher.

"Bueller? Bueller?" She said, through laughs, and then looks at me to see if I'm laughing.

"Peter, what's wrong?" She said not moving her body, just her head. She reached to my hand and grabbed the remaining ice packs meant for my ribs, and curiously examines my face.

"Uhm, uh, nothing. Nothing really, just it uh, it hurts laying on my front, because of my ribs and all. Yea, they're pretty bruised." I said nervously. It was mostly true, but that's not why I was distant. I lay on my back, still looking at her. "Im good now,"

She looks at me, seeing through the face I put on to cover the pain of my probably broken ribs. Due to the healing speed they were probably just recovering as we speak, but it still hurt.

She reaches her hand closest to me and run it over my chest, and I wince when she gets to my ribs. She tugs the hem of my shirt upwards, and places the ice packs from her hand onto my purple chest. I flinch at the cold, but try not to show it. She curiously runs her hands over the bruises, and feels the bumps. I close my eyes, so she can't see the pain, because it wasn't caused by her.

Or maybe it was. Deep down.

She finishes placing the ice packs, and then I finally speak up.

"Y/N, when you were in the coma, I thought I had lost the one person I love the most in the world. Every time I saw you, I saw my best friend as good as dead, lying on a table, hooked up to a million wires. I had lost you.."

"Peter you could never lose me" she said with pain in her face as she grabbed my hand and held it in both of hers.

I shy away, looking at the wall, but she carefully grabs my chin, avoiding more bruises, and turns my head back her direction.

"Peter, in a way, I lost you too. It physically pained me to not be able to squeeze your hand, to not receive your warm hugs, or tell you how much I needed you." She said, a tear rolling down her cheek.

I reach over and wipe her tear away, then holding her face in my hands, she closes her eyes and leans into it. "Y/N..." I pull her closer to me and her eyes flicker from my lips and back to my eyes. I lean in and close the gap.

Your POV

He pulls me into his broad chest, and I open my eyes, looking into his, then glancing at his pink lips, back into his beautiful eyes. He leans over and closes his eyes, connecting my lips to his. He tastes of honey and sweet vanilla, his cologne filling my lungs, as I reach my hands over and put one around his neck, and run the other through his hair.

It was the moment you dream of your whole life and want to let last forever. He puts his other hand on my thigh, and we kiss until we hear the principal yelling at Grace to get Cameron's dad on the phone.

We pull apart, and laugh, gasping for air, our noses and foreheads still touching. I rest my hand on his chest, and he moves his hands to my stomach.

"Y/N, you're shivering!" He said, very concerned. I was so distracted by Peter I didn't even realize how freezing I was. He jumps out of the bed and grabs his blue sweatshirt, and pulls it over my head and stomach.

"Much better, thank you Peter. I didn't even realize" I said laughing. He laughed with me.

He opened his mouth to say something, and hesitated a bit, but then said; "hey, will you go on a date with me?"

"Oh, uh, of course I will. Yes, I will." I say laughing, with a smile on my face. I couldn't be happier. "Oh no!! The ice cream melted!" I shouted as he laughed at me.

We sat the rest of the movie, cuddling in his bed, until it was 10:30, and he decided to walk me upstairs.

I was still wearing his sweatshirt, and leaned in for one more kiss as we reached my door, until I heard that little voice again.

Art museum. Opportunity strikes.

I quickly pull away, and he looks confused.
"Uhm, art museum? For our date night? It opens tomorrow, and it just seems really cool." I say, knowing my evil side is going to love how much some things there would sell for.

"Uhm, didn't know you liked art, but sure. Ill get tickets! Pick you up at 6?" He asks

"Yes, perfect!"

I wish I could keep him out of this, Peter doesn't deserve to be with the latest and greatest criminal on the streets, he deserves someone kind and compassionate. It hurts me I would have to break his heart, just by being who I am.

He walks away, with a kiss on the cheek, and I pout as I walk inside.

It's just one date, right?

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A/N, I didn't know I could write so many words about just a movie and a kiss, lol. Let me know if you like this kind of chapter or would like more action. Anyways, peace out kids.