#andrewpeterparkerxreader

[ilovethis3000]

Peter Parker (Andrew) x reader

When Peter returns to your apartment, battered after a fight, you can’t help but get overwhelmed with worry.

No use of (y/n)

Warnings - Slight descriptions of injuries

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The rain that pelted against your window was slightly calming as you laid in bed, worry that continually spread up your spine keeping you from sleep. 

And for good reason.

There was a clear difference from the rain and the sound of knuckles hitting your window, a difference that made you shot up in seconds. A common occurrence, Peter would often let himself into your room through the fire escape so you could patch him up.

However, the previous night, you already had to patch him up. Sure, his quick healing helped, but having to fight two increasingly difficult villains in two nights was almost stupid.

Rushing to your window, you opened it quickly, staring out at Peter on the fire escape. The silence, aside from the rain, lasted for a few moments before Peter gave a pained smile. “It looks worse than it is.”

“You’re a bad liar.”

Peter only nodded, and you moved aside to allow him inside. Pained grunts left him as he crawled through the window, standing up with a pained hiss. His knees buckled, making you panic slightly as you held onto his arm to hold him up. 

“Stop, sit. Now.”

Peter didn’t argue, allowing you to help him down to the ground by the open window. Seeing he was settled, you stood and closed the window, rushing to grab the bandages and wraps you had left.

Kneeling by his side again, you wince as you removed the upper part of his suit, revealing the multiple cuts, bruises and scratches over his chest and arms. Not to mention the large gash over his chest, about 5 inches across.

“Peter...”

“You should see the other guy.” He joked, earning no response from you. 

Wordlessly with a concerned expression, you gently dabbed each cut with an alcohol pad, biting your lip each time Peter winced. Your other hand was on his shoulder, keeping him still incase he started moving too much. 

“I’m almost done...” You said quietly as Peter brought his hand up over your free one. Finally, you dabbed the last small cut and covered it with a bandage, sighing as you turned your attention to the larger gash across his chest.

“Thank you.” Peter murmured, kissing your free hand. Again, you didn’t reply, unable to speak without letting the tears welling into your eyes fall. Using a larger bandage, you patched it before wrapping the white fabric over his chest. 

You sighed, biting your lip as Peter relaxed against the window frame, his eyes closed. “Thank you.” He thanked again, but when you didn’t answer he lifted his head. “Hey, what’s wrong.”

“Peter...you could’ve been killed.” In seconds, the tears began to fall as choked sobs took over, full of fear and concern. 

Sitting up and ignoring the pain in his chest, Peter took your face in his hands, wiping the tears as they fell. “Hey, hey, hey.” He spoke soothingly. “That’s not going to happen.”

“How do you know?” You asked, taking staggered breaths. “You always come back battered, and what if I can’t help you next time. What if I can’t patch you up, what if you need to go to the hospital-”

“Hey, that’s not going to happen.” Peter repeated softly. “You know how I know?”

You didn’t reply.

“Because you remind me to be careful.” He spoke, wiping away the tears. “You remind me that I have people who love me, which keeps me safe.”

You couldn’t help but smile a bit, holding onto his wrist.

“That and you’d kill me if I died.”

“Hey...” You couldn’t help but whine a bit, laughing softly as he pulled you to his chest. You kept most of your weight away from his chest, still cuddling into his chest as he rested his head on top of yours.

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This is my first one-shot, so any constructive comments would be helpful! Let me know what you think.