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Crippled| Peter Parker

By: myfeetkeepdancing

The cushions were too hard. The blanket too short. The couch too fluffy. Nothing felt right. And everything felt off. The day dragged along forever. The stack of comics couldn’t keep your attention for a bit. Netflix had run out of recommendations. And the ever repeating commercials on TV began to work on the nerves. To add onto the annoyance, the sunlight shone directly on the TV screen. The crutches not helping a bit as they were too short to reach the curtains. Walking was a bit too much of a hassle right now. With the cast on your leg, you could barely move. And finding a comfortable position was near impossible. Your hip hurt from the twisting and turning on the couch. And the skin under the cast became itchy. Defeated you glance towards the shards of the coffee mug beside the bookcase. The smell of cold coffee teased your nostrils.

From the hallway, you hear the rattle of a key connecting with the door lock. The footsteps approach quickly. You watch Peter appear in the doorway, backpack slung over its shoulder. “Hey, how is it going?” Peter always came by after school. No matter his plans, he was always there. And stayed until your parents came home. At night, he again appeared at your window. “To be honest, I’m kinda tired…So done with this.” You sigh, patting the cast. The puppy eyes couldn’t get any bigger. Peter seemed to look at you with both worry and concern. You couldn’t tell what came first. You await his reaction as you see his eyes scan across the room. Treading slowly into the living room, as if walking on thin ice. “I… uh… brought the homework for today.” With care he placed his notebook on the table, putting his backpack down. “Should I-…“ pointing towards the broken mug. His voice sounding unsure, while throwing glances across the room and down the kitchen. Uncertain of his action whether he should act on it. “They’re not here, Pete…” You point out. In a blur, he moves past the furniture as he stops hovering over the couch. His sudden enthusiasm showing from his face as a cute quirk appears running from ear to ear. The brown chocolate eyes glistered with excitement as he comes closer. His iconic brown curls hang slightly damp down his face. You can’t help but feel the nerves flutter rising in your stomach again. This was the Peter you fell in love with. With the freezing air from outside still hanging around him. You feel the cold aura resonate against your warm skin as his face comes closer. His cold hands gently slide across your cheeks as you stifle a small grunt from the sudden cold touch. Slowly lifting your head from out the pillows. Pressing his lips carefully against yours. His soft moans during a kiss were the cutest thing. You let your hand caress the back of his neck as you rise from the pillows and follow into the passionate kiss. His tender lips press against yours as his tongue gently plays with yours. A small sigh escapes your lips as Peter gets back up. "T-Thank you.” Peter’s voice emerges in a croak as his face runs red.  

“You don’t have to thank me each time we kiss.” You assured him. One hand caressing your shoulder gently, he hunches beside the couch. “I-… I missed you.”

“That’s kinda my line.“ You tease him followed by a peck on the cheek. Almost losing your balance in the process as Peter’s hands support you mid-section. “You haven’t touched a comic yet? Something wrong?”

"Nah… It just-… Nothing can catch my interest right now. Also, my attention span is as limited as that of a goldfish.”

“Oh… Have you eaten properly? Regular drinks? Taken your meds…? Oh… Let me grab some fruit. You’ll need vitami-…” You pull Peter back by his arm. A surprised look painting his face. “Pete… I’m fine. Just glad you’re here.”

“Sorry… I-I… was rambling.”

“Classic you…Come here.” Pulling Peter close for a soft and tender kiss.