"You can't stand there and tell me you're worth nothing because you're worth everything to me."
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Peter wanted to save her. He loved her with every inch and bone in his body and was willing to do everything in his power to help her not be afraid...
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Spider-Man quietly plopped down on Luna's fire escape, his body getting into a squat position as he looked in her window.
The boy smiled once he was able to see the brunette sitting on her bed as she wrote in what looked like a journal. Her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail and she was dressed in dark sweats and a large t-shirt that Peter recognized as his own.
Peter tapped his finger against the glass, immediately catching the girl's attention.
A sweet smile crept up on her face, and she didn't waste a single second closing the journal and coming up to the window to open it.
"Hey." Luna greeted as the boy climbed inside.
Peter took off his mask, throwing it on Luna's desk. He smiled back at the girl as he pulled her to him, placing a kiss on her lips.
"Hi." He mumbled back.
Luna blushed once they pulled away. She examined the brunette, looking to see if he had any injuries scattering around his body.
"How was your night?" Luna asked.
Peter shrugged, running a hand through his brown curls. "It was alright." He replied. "Nothing too bad."
"Anything for me to fix up?"
Peter shook his head, avoiding her eyes. "Nope."
"Liar." Luna eyed him suspiciously.
The girl walked over to her bathroom, opening the medicine cabinet and pulling out the small first aid kit she's been using every time Peter needed some help.
"I just came by to see you, not force you to patch me up." Peter simply tried to reason with her as he shyly shrugged his shoulders. "It's nothing Luna, really."
All Luna did was shake her head at him. "It's not nothing if it's hurting you." She replied.
Peter felt that he was being too much of a bother when it came to Luna bandaging him up almost every single night after he was finished with his patrol. He felt bad that his girlfriend had to deal with seeing him like this, but she insisted on it. Peter just didn't want to worry her anymore than she probably already did. Before Luna knew about his identity, Peter cared for himself. If he got hurt in some way shape or form, he would just go home and tend to his wounds himself.
But now, Luna explained how she would be there for Peter whenever he needed it. Even though there were some nights when he told her he was fine, she still chose to check up on him to make sure he wasn't just saying that.
Peter still doesn't know what he did to deserve a girl like her.
"Okay," Luna breathed, turning to look at the boy. "Sit." She pointed to her bed.
