𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚘𝚢//𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴

window whispers (fluff/angst)

//contains language and violence//
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"fuck!" you yelled, throwing your textbook across the room. it hit your bedroom wall with a thump and landed on the floor, and you groaned watching it lay there. why can't you remember any simple math problem? why are you so stupid?

you rested your head on a pile of papers that were scattered across your desk. your phone read 1am, and you sighed with defeat. your test was tomorrow, and you were certain you were going to fail.

the ear piercing shrill of your phone suddenly rang out in the empty bedroom. who would be calling you at this ungodly hour?

𝗜𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺: 𝗣𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗥

peter? why was he calling you? it was only two days ago that you guys built that death star together, so why now?

"what's up parker?" you answered.

on the other line, you could hear the bustling new york city streets, and beneath that you could hear peters rapid breaths. his breath sounded jagged, like he was badly hurt.

"y/n.. i'm sorry i'm s-so sorry." he cried softly. you jumped up from your chair, worry gripping your body.

"peters what's wrong? are you okay?"

"i n-need to.. ah.. can i come o-over?"

you stood there, speechless. you wanted to say no, obviously, but he sounded so weak and hurt.

"yes. you need to climb through the window though, my parents are home. i'm not sure how well you can climb but-"

"no that's fine. thank y-you."

and with that, he hung up. you slowly removed the phone from your ear and blinked at his contact photo. you stared at smiling selfie he took, and you felt your heart break at the thought of those eyes in pain. you wondered why he needed to see you and not ned.

you shoved my phone in your sweatpants pocket and opened the window, preparing for peter to climb through. worry started to creep under your skin. he sounded so broken, what happened to that frail dork? you swore, if flash has anything to do with this..

"y/n..."

you turned around and gasped sharply. peter was crouched in the window and his face was covered in soot and scrapes.

"peter.. what the hell?" you whispered in shock.

"i'm sorry.." he rasped before his eyes squinted shut and he fell forward, obviously too weak to hold himself up. you ran forward and caught his body before it hit the ground, wrapping your arms around his torso for support. 

you grunted as you tried to carefully drag him to your bed, stumbling backwards as he gripped your arms. he smelt of smoke and dirt.

you gently propped him up in the bed, making sure he was supported by pillows and blankets.

"what the fuck peter? oh..jesus." you muttered, running your hands softly against his face. he winced as you graced the scrapes, and he had a bruise forming on his right eye.