two sided | peter parker

LIII | recover

『re·cov·er | verb | return to a normal state of health, mind, or strength』

"DON'T," Peter whined, reluctant to let the girl go out of his arms as she giggled when he pulled back gently. Rolling her eyes, her hands went to his and tried to pry them off carefully. With another laugh, her head moved back and narrowly missed his left shoulder as they laid on the couch.

She turned to him, "Peter, let me get the snacks." He whined again, making the girl laugh one last time before ultimately prying his arms off of her. Viva rolled her eyes at Peter, smacking him with a pillow from another couch she sat on, her legs extended while Faye was cuddled in a blanket at Viva's feet.

She snorted. "Don't be a little cazzo, shithead." Wren snickered, throwing a pillow at Viva who expertly caught it and tossed the fluffy item back to them. Faye scowled slightly, whining when the noise overlapped the sounds of the movie. Shooting a bright green limb out, she pierced the expensive pillow in one clean swipe. 

"Quit it!" Viva and Wren fell silent, the two silently glaring while Viva smirked smugly. Wren rolled their eyes, laying themselves on the entirety of the couch while the movie played on. Peter waited a bit more, growing impatient and going to the kitchen. He couldn't help, but start cracking up at the sight of her.

She was trying to pick up dozens of snacks, two different batches of popcorn in her arms. He blinked at her, tilting his head and taking some items from her with ease. "What are you doing?" Y/n frowned slightly, watching him take most of the snacks from her arms and hold it tightly effortlessly. 

"I came in and just wanted the popcorn, but got too many cravings and this happened." She pouted cutely, his cheeks lightly tinting with an adorable shade of pink. Shaking his head with another laugh, he carried most of the stuff out. Turning back to her, Peter quirked a brow with a cross of his arms. "You could've just carried it out one by one, y'know?"

Y/n smiled softly, approaching him as his arms wrapped around her instinctively. Her hands reached up and loosely looped around his neck, fingers intertwining with the ends of his gentle brown curls. A smile shaped his lips, one of love and admiration as he looked down at her. "I guess I wanted you to come in here too." The girl mused.

Tilting her head up as he leaned down, their lips met in the middle as he closed his eyes. Cupping his cheek, the kiss grew deeper until Viva's loud munching cut in. She was standing at the entrance of the kitchen as they split apart. Peter's face was red of embarrassment along with Y/n's face as they both turned to the interruption.

Viva's dark curls were pulled into a ponytail, some of them sticking out at the edges. With her Italian accent lacing her amused tone with a small laugh, the girl quipped. "You don't have to kiss everywhere, y'know? Both of you have a separate bedroom." She said, blinking blankly before grabbing a bag of nachos and jar of salsa.

Peter stammered for an excuse, but the Italian-American merely walked out with the snacks still cradled in her arms. He swore that with his spider hearing, he overheard her say. "Who knew the little cazzo can get it on?" Viva snorted, sitting beside Faye afterwards. Peter couldn't help, but cup his mouth. "I heard that!"

Y/n shook her head, rolling her eyes at Peter's antics before pressing another kiss to his cheek. Pushing her hair back, he gave another light smile and a peck on her forehead before walking back to the rest of his friends. Ebony joined, back from her trip of getting more pastries from a bakery. Tossing them onto the table, she handed documents too.

"What's that?" Y/n noticed first, picking up the papers and noticing them as University applications. The letters in bold made Peter's eyes grow wider as his brows furrowed in confusion, curiosity, and concern. Faye looked up, hearing Ebony say her name. "Tony told me to hand these to you. Faye'll be taking online classes; she talked about it to Tony yesterday."

"So, all of us will be going to the same University?"

Wren looked up, snorting. "I prefer being a drop-out, thank you very much." Viva blinked, brows scrunching together at the comment before she ignored it. Shaking her head with a sigh, the Italian-American girl spoke up shortly after. "I'll go to that University. I can pick my major, right?" They nodded, watching her pick up a document and scan through it for a while.

She read through it for a while before retreating to her room for a pen to fill it out with. Y/n read it thoroughly, and as she assumed, her credits were transferable. Peter, being the prepared young man that he was, already had a pen equipped with him as he handed it to her with a smile. Faye rolled her eyes, scoffing jokingly. "Such girlfriend privileges."

Peter just grinned at how Faye referred to their relationship before the girl turned back around and let her eyes be glued to the TV again. Tying her hair back swiftly, Y/n leaned down and took in the entirety of the application. It reminded her a lot like the start of her senior year at her high school and how Charlie had already smugly filled out his applications.

She smiled softly at the memory and the boy beside her seemed to have caught on, but didn't say anything. He recognized that smile; he would get it whenever he thought of the soft moments between him and his Aunt, the sweet memories of him and Y/n, and even the fatherly exchanges from Tony to the young superhero.

Peter watched her slowly fill out the majority of it, from her name, to the date, and her signature at the very bottom of the document. He beamed at her, tilting his head to the side as his curls swished with his movements cutely. "What're you thinking about?" He mused, the girl looking back at him with a different smile.

"Nothing, nothing at all."