two sided | peter parker

XXXVI | healing

『heal·ing | noun | the process of making or becoming sound or healthy again』

"THAT'S NOT HOW YOU MAKE PANCAKES!" Faye's screeching was enough for anyone to awaken loudly and practically fall out of their bed. Joining the two that were talking and bickering back and forth in the kitchen, Y/n was wrapped up in her blanket like a burrito and blinked sleepily, but Peter found it adorable.

She rubbed her eyes and softly spoke, trying to register what the screaming was going on for. "Geez, what's the screaming for?" Y/n mumbled, yelping when her sock came in contact with a gooey spill on the floor and she fell backwards. Peter shot out a web quickly, pulling her back to her feet and near to him.

Their faces were incredibly close together, her nose nearly brushing against his cheek as Peter's breath hitched lightly. His face turned red, a soft greeting coming out of his lips. "Hey." Y/n's cheeks flushed a bright pink until Faye snapped them out of it with a stubborn glance and a stomp from her foot onto Peter's foot. "Pancakes!" She yelled.

The boy winced and gave an apologetic glance towards Y/n before using the knife and slicing the webbing between her and him. Pulling away, Y/n surveyed the messy area and scrunched her nose at the odd feeling of her wet sock. Peeling it off, the bottom of the sock was lathered in batter, only making her get disgusted more.

She hopped slightly, avoiding other batter piles before rushing upstairs to change her socks. Faye ordered Peter around, a smile on her face as she constantly pointed to other things and items to add into the pancake mixture. A pile of chocolate chips were poured into the batter, making a slight splash, but not enough to get out of the bowl.

Tony walked in, eyes wide and arms crossed. "If you're going to make a mess, at least clean it up." Practically being wrapped around his mentor's finger, Peter instantly stammered for an apology and a promise to somehow make up for it, but Faye waved her arm with a bland look. The next statement she said made Peter's day.

"Friday, release the army of roombas," Tony let out a screech and flipped out, jumping onto the couch and watching tons of little robots move around and zoom with little buzzing sounds emitting from them. Like a mini vacuum and broom at once, the floor of the kitchen was cleaned up in no time as they moved around elsewhere.

Ebony screamed, cursing from upstairs as a roomba probably made its way into her room or into her bed. She cursed again shortly after, yelling loudly. "THE FUCKING ROOMBA ATE MY BLANKET!" Peter chuckled, but failed when he stirred the batter and manage to spill a good chunk of it on himself from laughing too hard and losing control of it.

Faye laughed too at the funny statement and how it'd be more hilarious without context. She lifted the bowl up and prevented it from dripping onto the freshman in college anymore, letting it set back onto the counter as the rim of the bowl was now dotted with the pancake batter and so was Peter's blue sweater.

Peter laughed, heading upstairs. "I'm going to go shower," He headed into one of the spare bathrooms that were open, slowly shutting the door and washing himself. Halfway through the process of tying a towel around himself, his eyes widened in realization. The poor boy had forgotten to bring a change of clothes.

Opening the door a small crack, he could only hope that Y/n was meandering down the hallways or something. In his favor, she was heading to the laundry room that was near the bathroom. He made her let out the second yelp of the day when he pulled her back by her arm into the bathroom.

Peter had accidentally pinned her whilst pulling her in and making her face him. Her back was to the wall, his hands pinned up at each side of her head while his curls dripped with water and moved forward, occasionally dripping water onto her own clothing. "P-Peter," She stuttered, her entire face blooming with heat at how undeniably godly he looked.

"I-I need a-a change o-of clothes," He stuttered out instead, finally realizing why the scene looked so wrong. The nerd took a step back as she looked at him, still in awe and in shock at what had just happened in the span of a few minutes. She nodded lightly before giggling and smiling at him. "You didn't have to pull me in for that, Parker."

Escaping out of the room, she soon returned with a familiar pair of black sweatpants and a old gray t-shirt. No doubt that they'd belong to Charlie, Peter taking it and picking at it gently and looking back at her. "These are Charlie's?" The girl feebly nodded at his statement and nervously fidgeted with her fingers. "Is it okay?" He asked, staring at her.

She nodded again and smiled, "It's alright, Peter. You don't have to worry about it, okay?" She already knew what was running through his mind. Pulling the shirt along with the sweatpants, they still fit just as perfectly as last time. He ran a hand through his wet curls again, shortly beaming at his former girlfriend and tossing the towel into the laundry basket.

Y/n didn't follow behind him, telling him that she had to go train with Wren and Viva since they had just woken up and had decided to head to the gym bright and early in the morning. They shared another pair of grins, a farewell, and a slight wave before parting. Peter strolled back into the kitchen to see a pile of cooked pancakes on a plate.

Faye shrugged from behind the stove, a spatula in her hand as a pool of batter formed a pretty circle and sizzled onto the pan. "You took too long, so I just did them myself." He gently grabbed the spatula from her and reassured her that it was okay and that he could do the rest. She took the pancakes and set them on the table, digging into one instantly after adding syrup.

Scrunching her nose, she smiled. "Props for being a mess maker, but a good pancake maker too. You're forgiven."