you were working on your homework which was being a bitch because you couldn't focus in lecture class today. all you were thinking about was how long it's been since peter had contacted you. you knew it was like him to be distance but a week?? this was unusual for your friendship, even for him.
you felt doubtful as you thought about your "friendship." no doubt you felt a little more than mutual platonic friends. peter was a good looking guy. charming, generous, and he cared for you. he would always make sure you're protected. but he was a natural flirt. you didn't know if his comments were just flattering or if that butterfly feeling in your chest meant something else.
tap tap
you perk your head up at the sound.
what the hell?!
you closed your laptop and peered against the wall out of the window's view.
tap tap tap
you grabbed your lamp and braced yourself before jumping in front of the window.
"p-peter?!"
you jaw dropped as you saw him bashfully raise his hand and cheekily grinned.
you quickly put the lamp down and open the window latch.
"you were planning on hitting the bad guy with a lamp?"
you rolled your eyes.
"i have a front door you know," you rose your eyebrows.
"right. but this is a lot easier from the roof," he grinned.
you shook your head and glanced down. you suddenly notice the dark pool of red near his abdomen.
"jesus, what happened? are you okay?" you quickly spit out, eyes wide.
"mm- yeah im fine. i just uh stopped by to see if you could help me"
"hospital would've been more good than me," you retorted and helped him inside your room.
he grunted in pain as you slowly set him down on your bed.
"i didn't have anywhere else to go."
he let out a sigh as if he's been holding his breath all night and only being in your presence was he able to let go.
"im not as good at this like a doctor but i'll go get some med supplies and see what i can do."
he closed his eyes and hummed in return.
...
"how did you manage to have a wound exactly where your old injury was? are you purposely trying to ruin your body? you need to let it heal," you sternly stated while dabbing the cotton ball.
"it just happens i cant- fuck!" he hissed in pain as you applied the ointment.
"im sorry i shouldve warned you it was going to hurt," you flinched and decided to let peter calm down before finish applying.
he chuckled.
"i deserve it for not warning you that i was coming. now i got blood all over your bed."
you scrunched your nose.
"it's gross but i have extra sheets, dont worry," you smiled and continued lower towards his stomach.
"um you need to take off your suit," you coughed and awkwardly diverted your eyes to the wall.
peter lightly smiled at your shyness and carefully removed his suit while trying to avoid more pain on the wound.
he tapped your shoulder when he finished and you lightly muttered a "thanks."
he lowered himself on the bed so now he was laying flat down. you moved over so you were sitting next to his side and facing towards his body.
you thought he was drifting off so you werent paying attention but little did you know, he was squinting through his close eyelids and admiring your features. the way the moonlight was shining on your skin and it looked like you were glowing. you would push your hair behind your ears every time it fell and he thought it was so cute how you didnt just tie it up.
you put the last bandage on and gently rubbed the spot before giving yourself a satisfied nod.
you turned to face peter and saw his eyes were closed. you smiled at the irony of the peacefulness that surrounded you two while a few minutes ago peter was probably out fighting a monster out on top of a building. you were able to understand his situation unlike everyone else and maybe that's why he felt like he could trust you. you were there when he needed you to be. you didn't question the way he handled situations. though he didnt miss the wrinkle of your forehead and the disapproval in your eyes when he told you what he did. but you didn't speak out on it. you let him do what he felt was right.
and that's why he liked you.
but of course you haven't figured it out.
because he's just that slick.
you bit your lip as you contemplated if you should wake him or sleep on the couch.
after weighing the decisions, you knew peter usually has a hard time sleeping so you decided to let him have this night to rest.
as you were getting up, you felt a small hand on top of yours.
you shot a curious glance at peter.
"you dont have to go. you can stay," he mumbled and turn to look at you.
"i should be saying that to you," you lightly squeezed his hand and rubbed your thumb in circles.
"can you stay? lay here with me. please? im a bit tired," he softly muttered and rolled his head to face the ceiling and closed his eyes.
"just a bit?" you jokingly responded. "okay."
you carefully laid down facing next to him.
a few moments pass by and he interrupted the silence.
"you're staring. you should take a picture, it'll last longer," he mumbled.
you snorted and rolled your eyes.
"as if i would boost your ego."
peter laughed and turned his head towards you which made you turn away flustered.
"im sorry i havent returned any of your calls and texts. ive been busy but i was going to call u today but you know... this happened," he motioned toward his wound.
"so i thought the next best thing was to come say hi in person."
"while you're injured, peter? the possibility of you coming back every night hurt like this is scary. im scared for you. i dont want you getting hurt in the first place or worst! how do i know you're going to come back? how would i have known that maybe the reason you didnt talk to me was because you were gone! i cant keep doing this," you argued, tears building up in your eyes in frustration.
"i know, i know and im sorry. but you know i cant stop being spiderman. it's too important," he said sternly. you noticed how his mood changed when he clenched in jaw.
you sigh. you know you're not going to get anywhere with this. so instead you take his hand into yours and hold it up to your chin.
"i really care about you. i really hope you know that," you whispered avoiding his glance in hopes he knew what you were trying to say.
"i really care about you too. i promise i'll come back. i won't lose."
you met with his eyes and smiled.
the next thing you know, he leans in and kisses you.
wait does this means h-he..? does he also-
before you could contemplate any more, he pulls back.
"i erm im sorry i just thought you-"
"it's okay i'll forgive you... only if you do that again."
