𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐞𝐛 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ⟿ Peter Parker Fanfic

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My yawns echo in my room as I drowsily sit upright in the still-warm bed and swing my legs letting my feet touch the floor. I blink and blink trying to shake away the last trace of sleepiness out of me. Not succeeding of course. It's always too early. Internally, I thank my own decision of not going to the treadmill today and take those minutes to sleep more. I stand up and directly trudge to my door. I let out another yawn as I hear my own slippers shuffling against the marble tiles. I softly babber still drowsy and keep my hands rubbing my eyes. My natural sense of direction leading me to the open area of the kitchen and once I feel the kitchen island with my hands is when I open my eyes. The counters are clean as well as the dishes in the drying rack. I yawn again and open the fridge, taking out my prepared lunch which consists of a turkey ciabatta I did last night, then I grab orange juice and again... yawn. 

It goes like that; pour the juice, put two slices of toast in the toaster, grab the edamame spread and wait for the toast to be ready. I hunch and let my forehead touch the surface of one of the counters. Resting my eyes for a bit until the beep pops. It does a minute later and I grunt letting myself straight up as I prepare the toast.

"You really like food-themed pj's"

My still lazy mind slowly reacts at the voice, already preparing to roll my eyes at my dad but wait a minute...

I do spin in my heels and see Peter? He's sitting on the couch and he softly waves at me. Side parted hair, looks damp. He has his blue jacket zip closed to his neck and his earphones dangling on it. I frown at the dream-like scene and leave my toast on the plate while I walk around the island and stop meters from him.

"Peter?" I clear my throat and see how he waves again and snorts "What time is it..." I confusedly look around and FRIDAY's voice emerges from the ceiling

"6:27 am, Miss Stark"

"Right, thanks. Wait..." I look back at Peter who has an amused face "You're early"

"Professionalism" he shrugs "Nice pj's... Q.T."

I look down and stare at my clothes. A beige long-sleeved shirt and my comfy pants filled with pancake drawings all over them. I look back at Peter and stick my tongue at him.

"Glad you enjoy them..." another yawn as I make my way back to my food "Want something that's not plain old cornflakes?"

"Had an oat bar earlier, thanks"

"Mmhhhmmm" I hum and push my food to the island "I'll be changing..." I mutter as I close my eyes while walking but-

"Careful!"

"wha- ouch!" I open my eyes and feel the spasm on my pinky who just hit the corner of the couch "Fuck it hurts!"

"The fact that you won't have Parker all for you for one day?"

The pain in my pinky makes me shoot a death glare at the emerging body of my dad who sways to me and high fives my forehead.

"Though you were on the gym" he mentions passing by me

"I wanted to sleep more" I whisper and sleepily smile at Peter while trying to shake away the pain "I'll go, see you in some minutes"

The crash in my pinky was useful so I regain more consciousness and start preparing for another day. It's also Friday which is better though it's a Peterless Friday. With my face washed and my body wrapped in a parka, I return to the kitchen seeing my dad peeking on the news while Peter joins his side in small chattering.

"Hey! Look, you're not morning-grumpy anymore!" my dad cheers at me with a smirk

I stop and glare at him "Did you ate my food?"