two sided | peter parker

VI | nervous

『nerv·ous | adj. | easily agitated or alarmed; tending to be anxious; highly strung』

PETER BECAME PUTTY IN HER FINGERS, cheeks tinted with a light pink as her fingers traced his tense muscles. She had already asked about the bruise, to which he excused it with his hero duties and how it was more dangerous at night. "Tell Chip not to go outside that late anymore," He had said, creating a reaction out of her.

"Why?" She questioned, digging into the muscles closest to his shoulder blades as he accidentally let out a soft moan, making her laugh. His blush grew, his face becoming more red embarrassingly. "I-I'm not really sure what that thing is, or what the threat is. I'd rather you two stay home than risk it." 

His voice turned from soft into serious, making her eyebrows come closer together as she complied. "Alright, I'll tell him," Bending down, she kissed his neck lightly before moving off of him. He sat up, muscles flexing as he did so, making Y/n watch in admiration as her cheeks flushed adorably.

Peter merely smiled at her in an innocent manner, tugging his spare shirt all the way down and sitting up whilst beckoning Y/n over to him. Slowly, she moved towards him as he placed his hands on her hips and shifted her closer and on to his lap. "I don't deserve you," He pecked her lips, pulling back with a gleeful grin.

"And I don't deserve you." The girl replied with a slight tilt of her head and by brushing a strand of her hair back. In a hushed whisper, Peter sighed and put his forehead against her shoulder tiredly. He closed his eyes, mumbling. "I love you." Tugging at loose brown curls on his head, she ran her fingers through his hair in a relaxing manner. "I love you too."

Peter wished he could simply stay there forever, seeing that it was bright and early in the morning. The bruises on his back from the past night adding onto the food truck robbery he had just stopped twenty minutes before coming to their flat, physically and emotionally drained him. "You need sleep," His girlfriend spoke up, her grip still lingering in his chocolate locks.

She seemed to know he was already beginning to protest, feeling the shift of weight as he raised his head and opened his lips to speak. Placing a finger on his lips, she smiled and giggled. "Hush, Spidey. You can't be a superhero all day, y'know? I'm pretty sure the Avengers even require some rest sometimes."

With a playful pout, his eyebrows were raised. "I'm an Avenger!" Kissing him gently, she provoked him to lay down and get some rest. "I'll believe you when Mr. Stark says it himself." Getting off of him, she moved off the bed as well and beamed at him kindly. "Take a nap, Spidey. I'll go help Chip with the kids. We can cuddle and drink tea after you wake up, alright?"

Those words were oddly enough to lull him into a drowsier state than before, the male nodding pathetically and flopping into her bed before snuggling underneath her covers with a content sigh. He closed his eyes, muscles relaxed and nothing creeping up on him with haunting intentions. Peter couldn't remember when he slept this well.

Just as promised, he'd awoken two hours later to giggling and laughter outside of her bedroom. Lily was asleep soundly in her little swaddle that Chip had struggled to make while the two teens seemed to be playing a game with Chase. The boy was having a hard time containing his laughter and tripping over his own words.

"You're awake," She chimed.

"Yeah, th-thanks for the nap by the way. I really needed it." He showed a genuine smile to which Chip grinned with a thumbs up and Y/n smiled back. She shifted Chase to sit more comfortably on her lap as he babbled and argued with Chip. "Don't worry about it, Spidey. You're always welcome here."

Peter grinned mischievously at her, cocking a brow. "Now that I think about it, I believe you had an end of the deal to keep up as well. Don't you?" Chip looked at her, glancing occasionally and giving a reassuring expression. He shrugged, taking Chase from his best friend's lap and on to his instead. "I'll just put on a movie for the kids. Annie should be here soon to pick them up anyways."

She gratefully smiled, whispering. "Thank you," Grabbing her boyfriend's hand, Y/n led him over to the kitchen as she prepared the ginger tea on the stove. Y/n had always preferred the more old style method of making tea, taking out her small little teal teapot that Peter had gifted her generously with when he'd wandered around a cute antique shop with Rebecca.

His eyes flitted to the teapot, a smile coming upon his face before morphing into a guilty frown. He remembered the look Rebecca had given him when he'd said it was for Aunt May, someone who equally adored her as much as Rebecca respected her. The girl was kind, sweet, and very polite to his last relative, always offering to help and making subtle jokes about Peter.

Spacing out, Peter stared helplessly as his brown eyes were glued on to the counter. From Rebecca's bluish-silver eyes and her long, straight brown hair adorned with purple highlights. The expression she gave him was one of a different sort, watching him pick the gift up. "Weird," She chirped with a studious gaze while cocking a brow. 

"Doesn't seem like something you'd buy." Playing it off coolly, he shrugged his shoulders and messed with it, tapping it occasionally to make a satisfying sound. He glanced at her, licking his lips and looking back at the small item. "Do you think Aunt May would like this?" Rebecca blinked, tucking a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. "I-I guess," She pondered.

She picked up a small little pair of salt and pepper shakers which had cute puns written across it. The tiny kitchen utensils even had faces on them, making them all the more adorable and desired. "What about this?" Rebecca asked, stifling a few giggles and showing the two to him whilst he nodded and smiled. "Yeah, that's cute too."

"Spidey? Spidey?"

Peter's attention snapped from his train of thought and back to Y/n, the girl looking confusedly and the once dazed boy. "What're you thinking about up there?" She joked, smiling and tapping his forehead lightly as she poured the steaming tea into each cup. He blinked, a grin working its way on his lips as he shook his head and sipped. "Nothing, nothing."