Peter Parker Imagines 🕷

Thunder Storm

The pitter-patter pattern of rain painted the picture windows of the living area in Tony's skyscraper. The rest of the world below seem a blur through the wet streaks, but the menacing flashes and bolts of lightening flashed through clearly.
You were sat on the sectional in front of the TV, wrapped in a heavy grey blanket. The claps and rumbles of thunder seemed horrifically worse in your room than it did in the open room that you moved to. You kept your eyes glued to the TV screen, and never once dared to look at the windows in case you caught the neon flashes. Clutching your mug of tea in one hand, you used the other to tighten the blanket around your shoulders. You hoped that a warm beverage would help you relax, but so far there wasn't too much success.
A hue of blue seeped into the room and disappeared as soon as it appeared. You jumped in your seat, nearly spilling your drink onto your lap, but you hardly noticed. Squeezing your eyes shut, you tensely waited for a piercing clap, but a clambering noise of kitchen utensils beat it to it.
You screeched and jumped completely off the couch and faced the noise behind you, throwing the mug behind your shoulder, ready to chuck it at what ever danger that may be in the room with you, spilling it's contents on the floor.
Peter watched wide eyed as you readied yourself to throw the mug. He dropped behind the island counter as fast as his reflexes would let him, and peered around the corner of it, "Wait, wait no! It's just me! It's Peter! Just put the weap-MUG, down," he quickly pleaded.
Your breathing slowed, but you remained tense and in position, "What are you doing Parker?" you asked outrageously,
"I could ask you the same thing!" he fired back, "But I'm not gonna, 'cause you seem very lethal right now,"
You blinked a few times then set the porcelain cup on the coffee table, and brought the blanket back around your shoulders. Peter eased back up, but didn't turn his back to you. In the faint light of the TV, you could see that he didn't bother to throw on a shirt before he came out.
A low startled breath left your lips as thunder rumbled just above your head. Peter took note on your actions and tilted his head the slightest when you gripped the throw around you more stiffly, "Are you," he began, "afraid of-"
"If you tell anyone Peter, I will burn your new super suit," You interrupted sternly. You treasured your tough, Herculean reputation that everyone saw you had, and didn't want it to be compromised by Peter catching you in a vulnerable state. You were a hero, not a fainthearted schoolgirl with feelings, and you would not be taken for one.
"Alright, I wont tell. I promise." He told you sincerely, knowing full well that you would destroy his darling suit.
The two of you stood in silence, gazing back at each other. Peter brought his hand up to scratch the back of his head, "So, do you maybe want some company?" he wondered to you. You tilted your head a little to the side, "Just-just until the storm clears, t-then, ya know, i-i can go or whatever,"he offered.
You thought for a moment, as you did a bolt of lightening struck the top of the building just across the street. You closed your eyes and nodded vigorously to Peter. He wasted no time and strode his way over the room, and took you in his arms before thunder boomed overhead. You tensed in his hold, but soon relaxed under his warmth.
Once the looming echo dispersed, he guided you back to the couch. You opened up the blanket and draped it over Peter and yourself as he placed a comforting arm around your shoulder. You found yourself leaning closer to his naked torso for every time the room lit up. Neither of you spoke during this time, which also seemed to comfort you in a way.
Peter's presence and soothing touch was easing your tense muscles, and you were soon able to close your eyes and wait for sleep to engulf you.
Peter looked down at your closed eyes, and guessed by your deep, steady breathing that you were asleep. So he gently leaned back across the couch, with you still in his arms, and rested his head against the arm rest, but not before planting a soft kiss to the top of your head.