Winning the Game

Chapter 8

Peter slept for hours.

Since the death of Mr. Stark, he hadn't been able to keep a solid sleep schedule. He usually woke up sweating from night terrors, or he stayed awake until the sun came up.

But with Y/N, he slept for hours – peacefully and without nightmares.

He was cuddling Y/N, his arms wrapped around her and his head lying on her boobs as if they were the softest pillows ever, when he heard his phone buzz in his sweatshirt pocket. He lifted his head and blinked through the sleepiness trying to locate his hoodie in the dark.

Y/N was still sound asleep when he gently climbed off of her. He stared at her sleeping face, and his stomach did a flip at her hair strewn across her pillow and her light snores.

She's so beautiful, Peter thought. Why would she choose me to hook up with?

Peter tiptoed across her room to retrieve his hoodie and looked into the pocket for his phone. The time was 3:52 a.m. and he had four texts from Ned and two unanswered calls from...Happy!

Peter gathered his T-shirt and hoodie up and headed for Y/N's fire escape, opening the window as quietly as he could. He snuck back up to his own window and dialed Happy's number.

"Hey kid," Happy's tired voice echoed from the other line.

"Uh, h-hi Happy," Peter whispered. "Why are you calling so late?"

"What do you mean?" Happy laughed sleepily. "I called you five hours ago."

"Oh," Peter muttered, as he climbed through his window.

"I just wanted to check in with you, make sure you're okay," Happy yawned. "May was worried."

"You talked to May?" Peter's heart tugged. He hadn't realized she was worrying him. He thought she was oblivious.

"We can talk tomorrow, Peter," Happy said. "Call me anytime."

"Oh, okay," Peter said confused. Happy always hated when he called.

"Goodnight, kid."

"Yeah, g'night."

Peter hung up the phone and flopped down on his bed and smiled at the ceiling. He had spent practically all night with Y/N Y/L/N, and he slept through the night and felt safe and didn't feel the urge to harm himself. He felt ecstatic for what seemed like the first time in months.

He turned on his side and gazed out his window, feeling his eyelids droop. He pictured where he was just moments before, snuggling Y/N and feeling her nails scratch lightly up and down his back. Before he knew it, he had drifted off to sleep with images of Y/N flashing through his dreams.

Even in his sleep, he was realizing how hard he was starting to fall for Y/N Y/L/N.

-

"You didn't answer my texts last night," Ned said the next day as him and Peter walked down the hallway.

"Yeah sorry, I was busy," Peter replied. He still hadn't told Ned about his escapades with Y/N.

"Were you..." Ned looked around cautiously, "...patrolling?"

"Uh, yeah," Peter lied. "It was a busy night."

"Is that why you missed that grocery store robbery?" Ned whispered.

"Grocery store robbery?"

"Yeah, the one on 13th street..." Ned stated with a Duh expression.