Peter Parker Imagines 🕷

Quit Beating Me Up!

Nothing beats the comfort of your own bed, especially after a long, exhausting day on your feet which you just had. As soon as your head hit the pillow, you couldn't keep your eyes open any longer, even when you heard your window open and shut.
Peter, having just returned home from Germany, and giddy with excitement and anticipation to tell you about his over seas mission, just couldn't wait till morning to see you. So here he was standing over your sleeping figure, facing away from him, nearly jumping up and down, trying to figure out a way to wake you up that wouldn't get him punched in the face.
You could hear what was happening in your bedroom, but only thought of it as a dream in your drowsy daze. You felt a cold hand clutch your shoulder gently, "Y/n, Y/n wake up," you groaned in response, "Please. C'mon I have so much to tell youuu,"
Hearing Peter's voice pulled you out of your slumber. Agitated now that you know Peter's in your room, you swatted the hand away, and pulled the covers over your head, curling into a ball.
The room fell silent, and you smiled at the peacefulness. Unfortunately, it didn't last. You felt a chilling breeze against your skin, and the bed behind you dipped. Sighing, you rolled your eyes and waited, "So I just got back from Germany, right?"
Groaning louder, you pulled the blankets down to your chin and breathed in the not-so-stuffy air, Peter shortly followed your actions. You shot your head in his direction, and sent him daggers. His hair was disheveled, and hung over his forehead. He was already facing you, so he move over a little closer to you, "Check out this sick bruise I got from Captain America! That happened like right after I stole his shield, and got beat up by Ant-Man!" he spoke like a boy telling his friends all the gifts he received for Christmas.
"Peter, why are you in my room at 1 in the morning?" you asked monotonously,
"To tell you about Germany-are you not listening?"
"Of course I'm not, it's 1 am,"
He sighed, and held his breath as he held back all his exciting stories. He inhaled slowly and pestered on, "Do you wanna see my cool bruises?"
Through your drooping eye lids, you made out the general area of his face, and could see a dark ring circling his right eye. Lazily, you dragged your arm out from under the sheets and whisked pieces of Peter's tousled hair away from his tender bruise, and flicked your index finger against the colored skin. He flinched at your action, and cried out, "Ow, what was that for?!" in answer, you smacked his bare arm, "Would you quit beating me up?" he whined,
"Oh I'm sorry Mr I'm-Gonna-Be-a-Little-Shit-and-Disturb-My-Best-Friends-beauty-sleep,"
"You don't even need beauty sleep, you look fine without it,"
You ignored him and rolled over, away from him and closed your eyes, hopping you could sleep over his excessive talking, "Goodnight Peter," you mumbled.
He stirred behind you, and leaned over the side of your body to see if your eyes were closed, "But I'm not done talking about Germany! Did I tell you Mr. Stark got me a new suit?" he pressed on. Falling back on to the bed, he figured he may as well get comfy, seeing as he'll probably be here all night. So he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you into his chest and curled into your back.
"I didn't even tell you about the best part yet," he began, "ya know Ant-Man? The guy who shrinks down to the size of an ant? He actually grew to the size of- I'm not kidding- an airplane, if not bigger! No he was definitely bigger," he waited for your response, but was met with silence and your rhythmic breathes,
"Are you asleep?" he leaned over once again to glance at your eyes, "What are you doing? Stay awake!" being greeted with silence yet again, he relaxed back onto the pillow and grumbled a disappointed 'fine', and tried his best to fall asleep with you in his arms.