Our Little Secret ✔️

31 part 2

Michelle pov
As I quickly glanced at his beautiful face I noticed a cut on the side of his face that spread from his  forehead to right below his right eyebrow.
"Peter what happen to your face?" I asked worriedly.
"Patrol. It's nothing really. It will heal by the time I leave" He said.
"Let me see" I said walking closer to him and lifting his chin up so I could get a better look.
"Did he cut you with a knife?" I asked running my fingers through the dry blood on the cut.
"Yeah" He said looking at me.
"Son of a bitch" I said angrily.
"At least I caught him" he laughed.
"Peter shut up if I were the one with that huge cut on my face you would be freaking out" I said walking over to my restroom and grabbing my first aid kit.
"That's because I heal faster and you don't" He said.
"That cut is so close to your eye, and I doubt you want to become Nick Fury Junior. Plus your super healing isn't magical. Don't push your luck Parker" I said sternly rubbing alcohol to clean his wound.
"okay okay I'll be more careful next time" He said sighing.
"You better" I said glaring at him before moving away from him to see his cut further away just to realize that there was nothing there, not even a freaking scar.
"Did it already heal? Is that why you're looking at me like I'm an alien?" Peter asked amused touching the area where his cut would be.
"You are an alien, how the hell do you heal so fast? That impossible" I said moving his hair away from his face before touching his forehead
"I told you it would heal" He said smiling.
"Yeah I was thinking maybe in a day or two you know?" I said rolling my eyes still staring in utter shock.
"Is not coming back not matter how hard you stare" Peter said sarcastically.
"Hilarious" I deadpan.
"So let's hypothetically say you get shot, how long would it take to heal?" I asked curiously.
" A full day but I would have to get the bullet out and get a few stitches to speed up the process, if there is no help at all, then 2 or 3" He stated.
"You've been shot before!?" I exclaimed lifting my arms in the air.
"No?" He lied.
"Parker" I warned glaring at him
"Well yes I've been shot, you think criminals don't carry guns with them?" He said defensively.
"Of course I know they do, I just thought you kicked their ass before they could take them out" I said looking back at him with a serious expression on my face.
"I don't always have a chance MJ, but I'm fine see?" He said standing up to show me he was physically okay.
"Do you have scars?" I asked.
"Of the bullets? Only one. Mr. Stark had to help me. The guy I was chasing shot me twice in my back and I was bleeding so much I wasn't healing fast enough to stop the bleeding. Karen had to call Mr. Stark for a 'code red' which I later found out was key word for 'In risk of death'. The scar is small but Aunt May freaked out and swore that she would never let me be Spider-Man ever again and it took me a couple of weeks to convince her otherwise with a lot of help from Mr. Stark" He said laying down on my bed.
"That's why you were excused from gym for an entire week saying you pulled right your shoulder?" I stated suddenly realizing the reason behind his very lame doctor's note.
"Yep" he said.
"But that was only 4 or 5 months ago" I said. he nodded his head staring at the ceiling.
"But you didn't know I was Spider-Man back then so I couldn't tell you I was shot and almost bled to death" He stated calmly.
"Yeah and now I know you're secret but you telling me still freaks me the fuck out" I stated looking at him.
"its okay don't worry it happened a long time ago" He said putting his weight on his elbows to make more direct eye contact with me.
"It doesn't matter. It can happen again tomorrow or the day after that. No one knows Peter" I said looking down at him.
"I promise I'll be fine" He said smiling softly.
"Don't make promises you can't keep" I said staring at him sternly.
"Do you trust me?" He asked softly.
"Yes but--" I stated.
"Then trust me when I tell you I will keep my promise. Nothing will happen" He said.
"But you aren't bullet proof" I said.
"You're right I'm not, but I also don't want to die and my will is stronger than my fear. My love for people I protect every single day is stronger than a bullet" He stated.
"Okay I trust you. Do you have spare clothes?" I asked defeatedly.
"Yeah in my bag why?" He asked.
"I'm not letting you go out at 3 of morning. You're sleeping over tonight" I stated looking at him as if it were an obvious statement.
"Okay I'll just text Aunt May and let her know I'm staying here tonight" He said grabbing his bag and walking towards the living room.
After about 5 minutes he came back wearing a pair of sweatpants and a over sized long sleeve with his suit in hand.
"Can I see it? I blurted out before I could stop myself.
"The suit? Yeah you can try i—" He said handing me the suit.
"No not the suit. Can I see your bullet scar?" I said looking at him briefly before averting my gaze to the wall behind him.
"Oh-umm-ye-yeah sur-sure" He said hesitantly. He gently pulled his long sleeve over his shoulder leaving him shirtless and boy was I not ready for that!
His body is just absolutely breathtaking. Those abs and his back and—oh goodness...
I slowly walked over to a shirtless Peter nervously.
"He shot me in my back right side" He stated softly turning his back to me. It was so silent that the only sound you could hear was that coming from our heavy breathing. The tension between was so obvious it was hard to ignore it.
My hands were shaking slightly as I lifted them to touch the small scar on his right shoulder while Peter's muscles tensed almost anticipating my touch. With shaky fingers I slowly grazed them over his scar that made Peter jump slightly.
"Does it hurt?" I asked worriedly looking back at the scar.
"No no it's just that your hands are cold" He stated making blush from embarrassment.
"Sorry" I whispered softly rubbing my thumb over his scar.
"Promise me you won't ever get one of these again" I said anxiously looking at the scar that to any other person would be fatal.
"I promise" He said softly.
I slowly dropped my hands from his back and backed away to give him some space. The tension in the room growing stronger and more overwhelming to handle.
"MJ?" Peter asked turning around shirt still in hand while walking closer to me. My heart was beating so fast that I was 100% sure Peter could obviously hear it. My suspicion was confirmed by a small smile that played on his lips.
Stupid super hearing!
"Yes" I managed to say looking at him and then looking away.
"Do you like Elijah?" He asked softly nearing me so dangerously close that I didn't dare move.
"No I don't like him" I said confidently my mouth now dry and making it difficult to talk.
"Good" He said his smile growing bigger.
"Good? why woul—" I stated before Peter's lips stopped me mid sentence.
Not a bad way to be interrupted hehehe...
His lips softly moved against mine and I gently kissed him back. I could feel him smile through the kiss which made me blush bright red. He gently placed a hand on my cheek deepening the kiss slightly and I locked both of my hands behind his neck before we both pulled away. Breathlessly we stared at each other for a couple of seconds before Peter broke the silence.
"I've waited so long to kiss you" He said smiling at me making me blush even more.
"Shut up loser" I said looking away from him.
"MJ I really like you" He said softly.
"I really like you too" I said smiling softly
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