𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐞𝐛 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ⟿ Peter Parker Fanfic

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I open my eyes and bury my face in the fluffy and cool pillow... wait, pillow?

I rapidly lift my head, my foggy vision settles seconds later as I stare at the darkroom... Peter's room... of course, the stabbing thing... I lazily rub my eyes and face and stretch my legs. Where is he anyway?

I move to the edge and swing my bare feet into the cold floor. Before I could stand up, the door opens revealing Peter's silhouette that quickly fades as he steps inside.

Peter jumps forward, kneeling in front of me with his warm hands on my bare knees "Hey sleeping sloth" 

I snort at the nickname and place my palm on his cheek "Hello snoozing bug" I add and he softly chuckles

"How are you feeling?" He asks as I try to stare at his eyes, his face is dark for the little light entering the room

"Like I never was stabbed" I quickly pinch his cheek 

"Good becaus-"

"Guys are you he... oh!"

But suddenly someone turns the light in his room and I cover my eyes for the abrupt change. I focus on May who is standing at the door. She's carrying two plastic bags and her face is hard to read, she quickly shakes her head and opens and closes her mouth.

"Hey May!" Peter waves at her still with a hand on my knee

May slowly waves as she tilts her head to scratch her chin with her shoulder

"I uh... sorry for uh... interrupting is that uuuh... I thought that you were hungry? This ummm time is uh... Me-Mexican" she stutters... she never stutters

"Thanks! yes! we can watch something on the TV too, right?" Peter excitedly offers and she quickly nods and runs away from the door

Peter turns his head to me and he tilts his head with a smirk "That was weird... she was nervous..."

I twist my mouth and look down at his hands, he's unconsciously drawing circles on my bare knees... bare knees... SHIT

I jump back and Peter flinches "Uh Peter... I'm not wearing any pants!" I whisper at him and he winces but quickly looks at my legs and then back at me

He jumps and stands up, his eyes as round as possible "shit...." he whispers back, his shaky hands open a drawer and he throws something to my face "so-sorry, sorry... "

I pinch my nose and unfold the clothing. Grey sweatpants. I stand up and Peter clears his throat quickly facing back at me while I pull the pants.

"I think I'm gonna go... I promise to return your clothes" I step closer to the door but Peter runs faster so he's blocking the way

"No! you're not leaving me alone with her! aaaand you were stabbed?" he cries

"Oh come on"

"Nope... he saw you wearing my shirt and with no pants... AND... in my bed!" he points to me as I roll my eyes

I lift my hands in surrender and walk to the kitchen "Okay... okay..." 

May is opening the styrofoam containers and the steam rises from the food. She turns to look at me and quickly walks to the sink.

"How was your day May?" I say and sit at the attached seats of the diner

"It was fine, not a lot of work... how was your day? Peter told me you were seeing Ned?" She asks and her voice settles into a smooth tone

"Oh yes, he's very tanned and he got us some Texan pralines" I nod and rub my hands on my legs

"So nice of him" she states and sits to my left