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comforting- peter parker

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in which she comforts the

one who always comforted

her when her heart felt

heavy

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I felt that since Peter is always the one comforting Y/N, I should switch the roles and make Y/N do the comforting instead for this one. This is my first time trying this perspective out and it came out pretty interesting...honestly an emotional Spidey is so cute ngl and I feel like people don't write about it as often

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Insomnia was a frequent visitor to many in the Avengers compound, especially you. It seemed as if you'd directly inherited Tony's inability to get a good night's rest because days where you got to sleep for at least five hours hardly ever came by. This resulted in you feeling reluctant to get out of bed and developing what appeared to look like permanent dark circles under your eyes.

Today wasn't an exception, either. You were up late waiting for Peter to return home from being sent out by Fury on a three-day solo mission, believing that he at least deserved a proper 'welcome back' from someone when he returned. 11:30 wasn't that late, but the compound was quiet and Sam, Bucky, Pietro, and Thor had taken to playing their aggressive Uno match upstairs in Pietro's room instead of at the dining table. Wanda had already dozed off and so had Natasha and Clint, after feeling worn out for days on end. Tony and Bruce were working down in the lab on a new invention.

So here you were alone in your room, organizing the mission reports and making any updates if necessary, to fill in the eerie silence that surrounded you and to pass the time. A thick blanket was wrapped around your body as you typed away on your computer, your legs tucked up underneath you.

Time seemed to drag on forever and although you already read the Quinjet's status which informed you that he was en route to HQs as of right now, you couldn't help but feel a bit of worry for him.

You let out a yawn and rubbed your eyes. Hopefully he'd get here soon enough to stop you from worrying so much.

Then suddenly, the familiar chime of a new notification on your phone came. You picked it up to see a text from Peter saying that he'd just landed and was going to wash up before unpacking his things. Letting out a relieved sigh, you flopped down onto your bed and closed your computer, setting it on the nightstand next to your bed.

You got up and knocked on his bedroom door half an hour later, and he answered after a few seconds. The door opened to reveal him in a fresh pair of sweatpants and a soft grey T-shirt. Upon seeing you standing there in front of him, the hard expression on his face immediately softened and he pulled you into another one of his comforting, warm hugs, closing the door behind him.

"Hey," you mumbled, voice muffled by the soft fabric of his shirt as you pressed your forehead against his chest, feeling his arm tighten around your waist in a protective manner. "Are you hurt anywhere? Injured?"

"Just a few cuts and bruises, nothing big," he reassured you, and your shoulders sagged in relief knowing he was okay. "Don't worry."

But you knew right away that something wasn't right when he let his hug linger for a bit longer than normal, feeling hesitant to pull away.