peter parker imagines

beat up

I huff as i quickly park my car on the side of the road after following the police for a solid five minutes. Now I can finally see the scene, so i know peter's close by. My first instinct is to look up, sighing contently when I see him dangling over the edge of the popular ferris wheel. I find the stairs on the inside of the ride, angrily climbing up as fast as I can.

"Peter?" I croak out once i reach the top, terrified to see his face. His head snaps towards me and I instantly break out in tears. I was so mad up until now. Now that I see his sad hurt face.

"No, don't cry- please," he begs, standing up and quickly walking over to me.

"Look at you! You're all- hurt!" I exclaim, lightly tracing my thumb over a dark bruise on his cheek bone.

"No- it doesn't hurt at all! I don't even feel it," he demands, gripping my wrists with his hands. I nod hastily, grabbing his mask from his hand.

"Come home with me, Peter."

-

I sigh softly as I walk into my bathroom with a few supplies, seeing peter now sitting on my bathroom counter, in regular clothes that he leaves in my room for times like this.

I place everything I grabbed on the counter beside him.

"Are you sure your mom won't come home?" He asks anxiously.

"She's on a business trip in Florida for another week still. Believe me, she's not coming home," I say, giving him a sympathetic look after seeing the large gash from the bottom of his lip to his chin up close. He winces slightly as I dab the cut with a damp cloth, trying to soak up as much blood as possible. There's at least a solid two minutes of me cleaning up cuts before he speaks up again.

"(Y/n)... are you mad at me?" He asks. I look up into his eyes, sighing softly.

"To be honest, i was at first. But once I saw you, every time I see you, the anger turns to this awful weak, scared feeling. I have absolutely no control when it comes to your safety. And I'm scared that one of these days that I will not be able to bandage you up because- because you'll be dead," I choke out. Tears pool in Peter's eyes as he swallows thickly, breaking eye contact by looking down at his lap.

"Baby, I promise that I'll never let myself get to the point where I could seriously die. I may get hurt, but if I know the situation is severe, I'll back down because I know I have you to come home to," he says, grasping my face with his hands. I nod, letting a few more tears fall as he quickly wipes them.

"I caught him though. I tried to warn him not to fly off with the crate because the radiation would cause the bombs to blow up. But he didn't let me finish my sentence before he flew off and - y'know. But I went back into the fire and got him out. I just webbed him to a large piece of the plane that crashed and left a note for happy and stark," he says, a little smile on his face.

"There was a plane that crashed?" I chuckle.

"Oh I have so much to fill you in with!" He giggles.