New (P.P x Reader)

☾Part 28☾

(Y/N POV)

A few days later and Peter is healing up more everyday. He's still on pain meds, and they make him really loopy. "Y/NNNNNNNN." He says. "Yesssssssss." I mimic him dragging out his words. "I love youuuuuuuuuuuuu." He says and giggles. "I love you too weirdo." I ruffle his hair. He smiles then looks up at the ceiling for a bit. "Whatcha thinking about?" I ask him. He holds my hand and plays with my fingers. "I was thinking about puppies." He says. I smile and shake my head. He lays there quiet for a bit then he gasps. "Y/N." He whispers. "Yeah?" I whisper back.
"You wanna know a secret?"
"Sure."
"I am the Spider-Man."

"What? No way."
"Yes way!"
"That's so awesome Peter."
"I know right."
I smile at him. He grins. Then he relaxes again. Then Harley walks in. "Harley!" Peter says excitedly. "Hey little bro, how are you feeling." Harley laughs. "Super gooood." Peter says. His meds slur his words hilariously. "That's great." Harley laughs. Peter looks at me. "Harley's my favorite brother," He whispers. "But don't tell him." He puts a finger to his lips. "Okay." I laugh. Harley smiles and shakes his head. Peter wiggles over to one side of the bed, and pats the empty space next to him. "Sit with me." He says. I hop on the bed. He snuggles into me and I run a hand through his hair. He sighs happily.

Pepper and Tony walk in just then. "How's everything going in here?" Pepper asks. "He is loopy. Like, loopier then a fruit loop." Harley says. Tony smiles. "He told me the other day that I'm his favorite dad in the universe." Tony laughs. "I'm his favorite brother." Harley grins. I laugh. I had stopped running my hand through Peter's hair, and he nudged my hand with his head. "Is he doing this in his sleep?" I ask. Pepper smiles. "He's done that since he was a baby. He likes it when people play with his hair. Specifically girls that are important to him." She says. I start to run my fingers through his messy curls, and he relaxes into my side. "Honestly, it's not even playing with his hair, Peter just craves physical contact in general. Hugs, brushing an arm together, anything. One time, we had to leave him home alone for a day and a half, and when we came back I hugged him and he acted like he didn't know what to do with it." Pepper laughs.

I smile down at him. Just asleep and peaceful. I end up falling asleep next to him. Flash forward a few weeks, and Peter is doing amazing. He's dying to get out of medbay. We finally get him settled back in his own room. "Okay, when I asked to leave the medbay, I didn't mean transfer me to another bed. I said I wanted to get up and walk out of those doors on my own two feet." Peter says grumpily. "Well, look who needs a nap." I laugh. He glares at me. I smile. "You're cute." I boop his nose. He wrinkles his nose up at the contact. It always does that. "Alright, scoot over." I say. I climb into the bed next to him. But instead of him cuddling into me, he tucks me into his chest and kisses my forehead. "Yeah, back to me being the cuddler, not the cuddlee." He laughs. I smile and shake my head. I love him a lot.