The Book Of PeterNed

Worried

Peter sighed in relief as the villain finally cursed at him and flew away, surrendering until next time theu fought. He was exhausted, wishing he could take off his mask but not wanting his identity revealed. He was in some old abandoned warehouse, where he had been led for a cliché superhero vs. villain fight.

He heard something being knocked over behind him and turned around, web shooters ready and guard up. He froze when he saw Ned standing there leaning on a stack of crates, holding his arm close to his chest with blood clearly soaking into his shirt.

"Babe, what the hell are you doing here?" Peter yelled, walking up to him. Ned looked up to meet his gaze, his eyes shining with tears.

"I was worried." He said as quietly as possible. Peter huffed and turned away, crossing his arms. He was silent for a minute before he started pacing.

"You shouldn't have followed me! You could've gotten yourself killed for fuck's sake. And don't tell me you knew it would be okay, because it might not have been! That guy was throwing debris everywhere," Peter paused to take a breath, his wild hand gestures freezing momentarily, "and I know for a fact that one of those metal shards hit you! What if it stabbed into an important organ? What if it... What if it killed you?" He trailed off and breathed out shakily, not turning to look at his nervous husband.

"I could've lost you. Fuck, you could've died, Ned." He finally turned to look at Ned, who was looking kind of pale. The wound on his arm was bleeding a lot and Peter rushed to try and stop the bleeding. He grabbed the hem of Ned's shirt and ripped a piece off it, wrapping it tightly over the wound. Ned was leaning heavily onto the stack of crates now and definitely couldn't walk on his own after losing that much blood.

"'m sorry, honey." Ned murmured. Peter smiled a bit at him.

"C'mon, let's get you home. Just... don't try this again, okay? You're the guy in the chair, not an action man." Peter explained gently, easily picking Ned up bridal style and carrying him out of the warehouse. He shifted Ned onto one arm and shot a web, holding him tightly as he swung into the distance towards home.