Random Imagines

Peter Parker// I Care

A couple of months ago, I found out that my boyfriend, Peter Parker, was Spider-Man.

Every time I see him on the news in that red suit, I worry. It stresses me out knowing that he could die at any moment.

He doesn't know it yet, but I really love him.

He's always so nice and caring. He's always gentle with me, he probably thinks he's going to hurt me.

I went over to his apartment and softly knocked on his front door, knowing he wouldn't answer, but may would.

"Hey y/n, Peters in his room, want me to go get him?" She asked.

"No it's fine. I can just go in there. We're gonna watch a movie tonight." I smiled as I lied to my third favorite person in the world.

"Okay. You know the way."

I walked into peters room and waited. I grabbed his stars wars dvd case and put it next to his tv, waiting for him to get home. I Hate Star Wars, But it's his favorite movie so I figured he needed it.

I slightly cracked his window so he could get in easily and quietly.

I laid in his bed and covered up with his blanket.

It got later and I eventually fell asleep.

I woke up to see Peter crawling through his window, taking off his mask, and seeing blood on his face.

I stood up quickly.

"What happened baby?" I asked.

He rolled his eyes.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Does it look like I'm okay y/n? That guy totally kicked my ass." He whisper yelled, as May was probably asleep.

I put my hands on his arm, trying to calm him down.

"Let me go get a wet rag and some peroxide. I'll clean up your face." I said softly, walking towards his door. I got the items from his bathroom.

He looked at me and sighed.

"Stop acting like I can't take care of myself y/n! Everyone thinks I'm a child, even you." He ripped the rag out of my hand and the peroxide as well.

"I understand you're stressed babe, but please let me clean your face, it's all bloody and I know you can heal but it would make me feel better knowing I can contribute at least a little bit."

"Why are you so clingy? I can do shit on my own."

"Peter, I love you, that's all. I don't want to see you hurt-"

"then leave!" He interrupted. Not realizing what I had said.

"Peter-"

"Leave!"

Tears started to form in my eyes.

"Okay... I'm sorry, Love. I didn't mean to make you mad."

I licked my lips and went out his fire escape.

I had shaky breaths all the way home, which was only like a ten minute walk.

I crawled through my window and cried myself to sleep that night.

The next morning I got a call from Tony Stark.

I didn't answer it.

I checked for texts from peter. None.

I decided to text him first.

"Good morning baby, are you feeling better?"

I waited for a reply but never got one.