Summary: For Halloween, you want to surprise your favorite superhero.
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Sighing, you closed your eyes, wrapping your blanket tighter around your body. Peter had missed another one of your infamous movie nights. You had successfully, been able to fight off sleep for the past few hours, however as time went on, the stronger it grew, before you finally gave in.
The sound of foot steps echoed through your apartment, causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand.
"It's just me." A familiar voice spoke softly.
Immediately, you felt your body relax at Peter's voice. Not bothering to open your eyes, you knew he was kneeling before the couch.
Peter gently reached along your face, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.
"You're adorable when you're tired." He whispered placing a chaste kiss to your cheek.
"You're adorable always." You confessed, not realizing the weight of your words.
He chuckled in response.
"Okay, lets get you to bed sleepy head."
Lifting you off of the couch, he carried you to your room bridal style. As he carried you, it allowed you the opportunity to nuzzle into his neck.
"Stay." You whispered into his neck.
"Are you sure?" He questioned in disbelief.
You hummed in response.
"I'll...I'll take the couch." He murmured tucking you underneath your blankets.
Your hand shot out, grasping his wrist, preventing him from leaving. "No."
"No?" He questioned.
"Stay here." You lifted the edge of the blanket, signalling you wanted him to stay in your bed.
"Okay." He whispered.
Crawling underneath the covers, he made himself comfortable before letting out a content sigh. After his movements, subsided you placed your head on his chest, listening to his steady heart beat, as you threw your leg across his hips allowing you to be in a move comfortable position. Absentmindedly, he began tracing up and down your spine, while pressing kisses to the crown of your head.
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"I'm here to see Mr. Stark." You spoke, to the receptionist.
"Have a seat." She gestured to the seating area. "He'll be right with you."
"Thank you."
She hummed in response.
Sighing, you bounced your leg up and down, as you wiped your palms on your pains, attempting to relieve them of sweat.
