𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 || 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

Bad Boy (4)

Y/n knocked on the door, still reluctant. May greeted her with a big smile, that caused Y/n to melt in her hug.
" Hey, May! How are you? "

" I'm fine, hun. Peter's in his room. " She says with a sad smile. Y/n hated it. May was exhausted, Y/n could see it. The work shifts, constant worry of Peter and what not.

Y/n sighed and side hugged her. " I'm sorry. " She whispered and May shook her head. " It's fine, don't keep him waiting. "

Y/n nodded and let her head fall as she walked towards his room and stopped. She knocked once, and waited. When he didn't open the door after a few seconds, she knocked again.

" Maybe he's on patrol. " She mumbled and turned around to leave, but she heard a groan. She frowned and twisted the the door knob, pushing it open.

Peter was sitting by thr foot of the bed, his arm bleeding a few cuts on his face. Y/n gasped and locked the door behind her, rushing to the bathroom for first aid.

" What the hell happened? " She whisper yelled, taking our some cotton to clean the cut on his arm and applied alcohol carefully, she winced as Peter flinched at the contact. " Sorry! "

" Got away with a knife. " Y/n shook her head, wrapping band aid on his arm and proceeded to his face. There was a small cut on his forehead, which was bleeding and a bruise on jaw with a cut.

" You should've been careful! What the hell is wrong with you? Have you seen May? She's so exhausted worrying about you. How much do I even have to try and get you back? I've had enough already! " She rambled as she cleaned the cut, wincing and blew some air at it.

All Peter could do was stare at her, the worry and annoyance laced her features and the way she winces while he had the cuts.

He hadn't gotten a break from the boys he had the bet with, and they kept troubling him so he got out as Spiderman, but all he could focus was, on the stupid bet.

" Get me back? " He whispered questioningly and Y/n stopped for a second, before she placed the band aid.
" Old you. I don't think that's possible
now. " She grumbled and grabbed his chin, applying some soothening gel on the purple jaw.

Peter couldn't find an answer to it, so he stayed quite. " Why? "
" Why?! Don't ask me that. You're impossible! I can't believe this! " She got up and threw the bloody cotton balls away in the dust bin and went back in the bathroom.

Washing her hands, she came back and grabbed her first aid box, hoping to set it back where it was. " Why are you so annoyed? "

Peter questioned, standing up.
" I'm not. " She grumbled and as she stood on her tip toes to keep the box in the top cupboard.

" Yeah? Your tone says otherwise. " He pushed, he knew it wasn't a best thing to do, especially when it was Y/n L/n, or he now knew as Y/n Romanoff.

" Don't push it. " She hissed, walking past him, making sure she doesn't knock into his shoulder and grabbed her phone to see the time.

Sighing, she grabbed her bag and made her way to the door. Peter was quick to grab her arm. " What's the deal with you? "

" Nothing. It's nothing. I should get going-"
Peter pulled her away from the door and she landed right in his chest.
" You're not going unless you tell me why you're mad at me. "