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eunoiathewriter · 4 years ago

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P. PARKER X F!READER

Sypnosis: Peter's been trying to lose feelings by not responding and dodging everything that had with her to do, but certain situations just seem to mend things.

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Peter took in a sharp breath, holding his side as good as he could while swinging across town. He decided on a apartment building to land on, groaning as he landed on the hard concrete roof. Removing g his hand from his side, even though his red suit, Peter could see a darker shade of red stain his hand.

"Shit," Peter knew he couldn't go home and have aunt May see him like this, she would freak out if he came home like this. He didn't wanna worry her, she was already working enough about him.

Thinking through the any places he could go, only one popes up in his mind. (y/n). She hated him, but she'd never let him swing away like this. Taking in a few deep breaths to ready himself for the swing towards the tower.

It was a painful way towards the tower, every move Peter made had him in more pain than before. He could almost even swear that the wound opened up again due to him swing around like a crazed person.

It was times like these that Peter was happy to be all sticky, he could walk on the ceiling if he wanted to, he just never did it. He landed on the glass building, breathing heavily from the pain on his side.

This could ho two ways. Either he'd be let in and in the meantime try and talk to (y/n), or she wouldn't even notice him but if she didn't then where the heck was she at this time of day.

(y/n) snuggled down under the warm and cozy covers of her bed. Looking out the windowd part of her wall to look out over New York. All th lights were beautiful, she couldn't understand how beautiful view was.

But then the brunette shed been trying to forget th past week popped up in her mind. His cute freckles, honey brown eyes, and dorky smile whenever he had convinced or done something he was proud of. Had she been to harsh?

No. Peter had dissed her on multiple occasions for the past month. No calls or messages. Only apologies and excuses. It hurt her heart. She cared for Peter, deeply, yet for the past month it was as if their friendship fore the last two years meant nothing.

Her dad tried to understand, or he did actually understand quite well. But he was also a fossil, he'd been frozen in ice for seventy-three years, he lived when it was a bit easier to charm and apologies to girls.

But the people who could truly help was Nat, Wanda and MJ. Nat and Wanda took (y/n) out to have a fun time, MJ was with her on the phone as soon as school eneded for her. Even though MJ wasn't one to show affection, she Rogers girl was an exception.

"I mean he's being a dick, and I swear that fucker dose have some nerve." (y/n) chuckled a little as she remembered what MJ had said on FaceTime erlier.

Sighing loudly, unable to let go of what she could've done for Peter to ignore her, she pulled the comforter around herself, becoming a human burrito.

Pulling out her phone, she was desperate for just seeing the boy again. She'd not seen him in a month. Entering her gallery, there was a album called 'Dorks :p' it was a album filled with photos and videos with her and her friends.

Friends. (y/n) had never had real friends. Most of her life she was behind closed doors, when her dad joined the avengers, she and him moved to Avnegers tower because there Stvee felt she'd be safe.

It wasn't until she was introduced to Peter she got her first ever real friend, not long after that she got to meet Ned, MJ, Gwen, Harry and sometimes Betty would be around. Now a two years friendship.

She clicked on on of the photos, snorting when she saw it. Gwen and MJ sat in two chairs at the beach, looking like they were a bit drunk and out if it, sunglasses on and across their legs laid a passed out (y/n) with diving goggles on.

She swiped to the next which was a video.

Peter crouched down, lighter in hand as she pretended to set a fireworks on fire. MJ and (y/n) was filming.

Soon after Peter started doing a sound as if a firework was about to fly away and it sound all to real. And lastly he banked onto a old metal garage door making it sound as if a firework went off. Laughter could be heard from the four who was watching and Peter turned with a big dorky smile.

The video then cut off and she swiped through multiple photos and watch almost twenty videos taht came up. All of them were happy and always brought laughter to the girl.

But as she swiped past a photo of her and Gwen with Kiss makeup on, tongues out, she came across photos and videos she'd not seen in a while.

One photo was Peter who smiled all to brightly over (y/n's) shoulders as they was walking down the street.

The next was a video of the two trying to learn the tiktok dance 'More Than Woman'.

MJ had requested to get a video of how they were doing, learning it. It was just (y/n) and Peter failing time after time, laughing like crazy before finally getting it. When they got it the two of them jumped up and bumped chests for fun before the video cut off of (y/n). Happy.

Peter was sure he'd collapse any second if he didn't get to the tower any quicker. But when he finally saw the tall tower with a big A on it he thanked God, not that he believed in one.

With one last, as strong-willed swing he could get, he swung until letting go and landing on the wall of the tower, or glasswindows. He couldn't see inside of course.

Peter had memorized exactly where (y/n's) windows was and which was the one window she could open on the level she live on. To his dismay, he had ro remove his hand from the wound which hurt even more, them he had ro climb up tye side of the tower for about four levels.

Slowly but surely, Peter started climbing, it felt like and eternity. His head hurt from the few blows he'd received, and probably the blood loss too. But still nothing he wasn't used to.

When he finally came up to where (y/n's) window was he sighed, he went to shoot out a web so he could try and jump on the glass and get her attention, same as he did in Washington sophomore year. But taht was not needed

The sudden appearance of a figure outside her window, made (y/n) almost scream, she was atleaat happy you couldn't see in from the outside. But she then focused and a small scowl appeared on her face.

The blue and red suit was hard to not recognize, Peter Parker in all his glory people. Even though she was mad at him, (y/n) went towards the only one of the windows she could open and ipend it.

"What the fuck do you-" She was cut of by the brunette.

"I- I need help," He seemd out of breath and her scowled turned into a frown. It was hard to be mad at him.

Peter seemd to move as if he was uncomfortable, (y/n) backed away from the window so Peter could get inside. He groaned in pain as he moved inside the window, breathing heavily as he stood.

"What's em... what wrong?" (y/n) asked awkwardly.

Peter leaned against the still open window, lifting up his hand to finally take of his mask. It was irritating at the moment and he just wanted it off of him. When the mask was finally off, (y/n) couldn't help but notice how much more prominent his curls were after a day out on patrol.

"Some- uh some guy did this." Peter simply answered, motioning towards his right side for the girl. She looked in his eyes and he never met hers. She took a short breath before reaching for his side too see. The lack of light in the room made it hard to see, but when her hand med with the destroyed part of his suit she knew what to expect.

Peter didn't look at her, a pink tint had made its way to his face, but it seemd that when (y/n) got more careful his face got hotter and went a deeper shade of red.

(y/n) then retracted her hand quickly and went over towards her door, flipping the switch to the light. Peter lowered his head so she wouldn't see his flushed face, not when he knew how angry she was at him, Harry and Ned had told him.

(y/n) was quickly back to exam Peter's side, trying to come up with what was best to do, if he needed stitches or not. What she could see was that one of the two wounds was pretty deep and would need stitches to heal completely, the other were just one she knew had to be a pin in the ass.

"One needs stitches," (y/n) stood up straight, when she stood up and saw Peter looking on the ground she cought glimpse of something on his cheek. A gash.

"I'll need to clean that one too." She told him, tuching it lightly with intent that he was gonna wince a little. Peter looked at (y/n) before averting his eyes.

"Look I really-" "I'm gonna get my first aid kit, you sit down." She cut him of and walked off towards her bathroom.

Peter watched her leave, once she was out the room he let out a breath of relief. Turning around and closing the window. His head was spinning, maybe from the blood loss?

"I swear MJ would kill you if she knew this." Peter heard (y/n) mumbled as she walked out the bathroom with first aid kit in hand. But when she saw taht Peter were not sitting down like she told him to do, she just blinked.

"Didn't i tell you to sit down?" (y/n) questioned him, Peter took a breath and went to go and sit down but stumbled as he felt whimsy. "Nope, I'll help."

She helped Peter toward her bed and sat him down, standing in front of him. Realization then hit (y/n) as Peter subconsciously laid down on his back, clearly tired.

"Could you deflate your um suit? It'll make the cleaning and all easier." Heat rise to (y/n's) cheeks, no, she was angry at him.

Peter's eyes shot open at the question, his cheeks heating up even more than before.

"Yeah, I'll- yea." Peter stuttered, slowly pushing himself up to sit and pressing the spider logo on his chest.

His suit deflated, loosening around his body. Hesitantly, Peter pulled down the top part of his suit, down to his waist. Exposing bruises, small cuts and the two big wounds at his side.

Without a word, (y/n) opend her first aid kid and ook out the rubbing alcohol to clean of the wound. She made sure to keep her eyes on her hands and focused on what she was gonna do.

Peter gazed at her, the consecration displaying on her face was something Peter loved about her. She looked adorable concentrating. But when she moved closer with a cloth, probably with rubbing alcohol, he sighed.

"I'm sorry you know," Peter started, watching closely to see if she did anything, for a second she stopped but continued within seconds. Pressing the cloth to his side, cuasing Peter to wince.

"I really am." He pressed.

"Well, you didn't seem all that sorry the past month." Now it was (y/n) who didn't meet his eyes, focusing on cleaning up the wounds. Peter wincing slightly or hissing at the stinging sensation.

"I- I was, I felt bad this whole time, really."

"You ignored me, Peter, for a whole month." She pulled away the cloth with rubbing alcohol and just stared at him. She was truly hurt.

"You didn't answer my calls, messages or anything."

Peter looked down and now it really dawned on him how mess up what he'd done was. It wasn't her fault Peter had fallen for her.

"I know, I just- I needed to figure something thing out.." He whispered the last part but (y/n) still heard. She said no more and prepared for stitching up Peter's deep wound.

"Just relax and this will go faster." (y/n) told him and Peter nodded at her. Letting out a breath to relax.

Each stitch felt like a nightmare, it was a slow process, but he couldn't blame (y/n), she was pretty new to the whole playing doctor thing to the avengers. But she did it with great precision.

"Ow ow, careful." Peter mumbled as the second last stitch hurt more than the others.

"You'll live." She took another cloth and put rubbing alcohol on it, taking a deep breath, having to look Peter in the eyes.

Carefully (y/n) started to dab the gash on Peter's cheek, he grimaced at the stinging sensation on his cheek. But his eyes went from looking the other way to slowly looking towards the girl.

"What do you want me to say so you forgive me?" Peter's voice was low, but he could even himself hear desperation in his voice. (y/n) sat quiet, still pressing the cloth to his cheek but Peter took her hand in his and removed her hand. Holding onto her wrist gently.

"You put yourself in that spot, Peter. I don't even know what the hell I did for you to ignore me a whole month. I mean come on, I left like a hundred text and no response, I called multiple times and left voice mails but no call back."

Peter slowly sat up a bit more, still holding (y/n's) wrist gently with his hand. The girl didn't say anything, she just sat there and looked at him. Taking in the sight of Peter Paeker again, for the first time in a month.

Peter's free hand went up to (y/n's) cheek. Her eyes left his and landed on her lap, but Peter just keept his hand on her cheek, thumb slowly stroking her cheekbone.

"You know, I avoided you because I thought I would loose my feelings if I didn't hang out with you as much. But I guess it didn't work and it was a dickish move." He admitted to her, no longer wanting to lie about it. So what if she didn't feel the same.

"What?" She looked up, eyes wide, mouth slightly parted in disbelief of what she'd just heard.

"I like you, alot," Peter tilted his head a little, gazing into her beautiful eyes. (y/n) grabbed Peter's wrist softly with the hand he held.

"It wasn't just a dickish move, but a pretty cowardly one too." She said. "But I think I can live to know taht it didn't work."

Peter had no time to react, suddenly her soft lips were on his. Her free hand on his bare shoulder to steady herself from falling. Peter was frozen for a few second but it didn't take long for him to melt into the kiss. They both smiled into the kiss. It was soft and slow, not fast.

They both broke of the kiss. But Peter gave her a quick peck on the lips before she could speak. (y/n) giggled, Peter kept his hand on her cheek.

"My dad hates you now, ya'know? And MJ, and Gwen, and Betty." (y/n) mumbled to him, a low groan coming from the brunette.

"Are you serious? We just kissed and that's the first thing you say?" The smile in his tone was unavoidable.

"Just sayin' spider-boy."

Peter gave her a kiss on the fore head, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her in for a hug. (y/n) reprocated the hug with a smile.

"I love you."

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲?

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