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Jul 16, 2025

She hates the attention

pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader;

word count: 7,7K

warnings: Blood; pain; drinking

summary: You were finally making your dreams come true, starting your career as a nurse when you encountered Spider-Man. You did what was right by saving him, but everything turned sideways for you after you two met.

a/n: apologies in advanced for any medical term or procedure mistakes I have made in the process of writing this. I am not a medical professional. The reader is very confused and stressed so consider it angst maybe?

I know you guys will hate me for this, but it will have to be in two parts.

Soft chatter could be heard from the other side of the room. A distant sound of ambulance sirens broke the silence. You took off the bloody gloves and threw them in the trash bin. Reaching into your pocket, you took out an aspirin pill and swallowed it without any water. Your eyes met another person’s from across the room, neither daring to say a word. But the expression on their face showed you the same kind of worry you were feeling internally. The splitting headache was almost unbearable at this point, but you needed to get out there as soon as possible. You had to push through it. The chatter outside the door was getting louder and louder with each second, piercing through your ears. You had to go; they needed you out there. You put on a new pair of blue gloves, sharing another look with the other nurse in the room. So many questions in your head, so little time to ask them. You counted to three, pacing nervously before you opened the door.

Blinding lights, the headache got worse. The place was pure chaos. You hated taking the ER shifts, and somehow you always managed to get exactly those. Other medical students were probably checking the pulses of elderly citizens and gossiping in the break room right now, and you were in the heart of the storm, trying your best not to lose your sanity. More and more people were being rushed into the hospital, and no one was telling you what had happened. From the third-degree burns and the number of broken limbs that could be seen, you assumed either an explosion and a building collapsing. The amount of people was ridiculous, way too much for one hospital to take on. You started tending to the first person your eyes landed on, an elderly lady who had what appeared to have a broken arm. You put her in a wheelchair, taking her to the X-ray room. Once you returned, things got progressively worse. People were running inside, crying, bleeding on the chairs in the waiting room, and onto the floors, and there simply wasn’t enough staff to help them all. Your clean pair of gloves was covered in blood in less than 10 minutes. All of the doctors were pacing around nervously, followed by a whole team of nurses to aid them. You were trying your best to help whoever you could with a smile, despite the dizziness you were feeling. The aspirin wasn’t working. Someone called your name, distracting you from the encouraging words you were telling a small child, around the age of six, whose both legs were mildly burned. You put some cream on them and were patching him up when a doctor called you.

-Another ambulance will be here in roughly 5 minutes. I need you to help the team get the person into the surgery room as fast as possible.

You nodded, checking the watch on your wrist. Is that what it felt like to be in the military? Blindly following an order without any hesitation. You did as you were told, waiting outside the door for the ambulance. Loud sirens, worried expressions on the faces of the paramedics who were lowering the bed with the patient onto the ramp. You rushed over to them, folder in hand.

-3 broken ribs, fracture on the left arm. One of the ribs broke the left lung, and he’s coughing up blood.

You wrote down as fast as you could, running along with them into the building. It really was “game on” at that point. After you wrote everything down, your mission was to make it easier for them to pass through the crowded space. You rushed ahead, helping the mass of patients to get out of the way. In less than two minutes, the patient was on the operating table. “That set a new record,” you thought to yourself as you walked back. That was the last available surgeon in the building, in operation right now. You desperately needed a break. Everyone looked like they did, too. What could have possibly happened to cause this? You should have asked the paramedics. You looked up from your watch just as the double doors flew open, Spider-Man bursting into the room with a girl in his arms. She seemed unconscious, covered in blood.

Two other nurses rushed over to them, taking the girl from him and immediately checking her pulse and breathing. You ran to him yourself when he was left alone, dropping to his knees. He looked really bad, despite the redness of the suit, you could notice how much blood was on him. His chest was torn, three big deep cuts along it, like some kind of dinosaur had tried to cut him open. You dropped to your knees in front of him, placing your hands on him to try and stop the bleeding. He tried getting up but couldn’t, falling back down and forward, almost collapsing on top of you.

-Easy there, big guy. - You said, trying to calm him down

The adrenaline from the panic was rushing through your blood, making it boil. New York’s friendly neighborhood Spider-Man was about to die in your hands. You couldn’t let that happen. You wrapped both of your arms around him, getting up and carrying him up with you. Your clothes were soaked at this point. Once he was up, you put his arm over your shoulder, walking towards the nearest empty room.

-I need to get back, the lizard…. - started talking as you entered the room, making him sit on the bed.

-You don’t. - You said firmly, looking around the room for something to clean the wounds.

-The city… It needs me!

-It does need you… alive.

You stopped in your tracks to look at him. The two of you shared a moment of silent eye contact. You weren’t sure if it was the tone of your voice, the way you were previously rapidly moving in the room, or the general sight of you, frantic, tired, and covered in his blood, but somehow he got the idea. So, he obediently lay down on the bed. Once you got what you needed, you looked at his wounds, his rapid breathing, the blood still rushing out.

It was no time to lose your composure, not right now. Not a word was shared between the two of you as you began to cut around the remains of his costume with scissors so you could have a better look at the affected area. You cleaned whatever you could, having him flinch at the cold touch of the rubbing alcohol. You weren't entirely sure you had been breathing for the last few minutes. The wounds were way worse than you hoped they’d be. He needed to be stitched immediately. A hand grabbed yours as you reached for the mask, thinking that if you took it off, he would have an easier time breathing.

-Please don’t. - he begged you. It was hard to distinguish any kind of emotion with that mask. Another moment of suffocating, deafening silence as your mind was rushing, trying to think of what the best decision is, to what he was actually saying and asking of you. It felt like forever, but it finally got to you. You nodded.

-I’ll make sure it stays on.

It was the last thing he needed to hear before finally relaxing on the bed. He probably closed his eyes, too, but you couldn’t know that. You rushed out of the room, looking around.

-I need a surgeon! - You called out, and all of the other nurses looked around, shaking their heads.

You knew it, but you had to check anyway. There was no time to lose. You ran back in, grabbing a needle and taking a deep breath before walking back to Spider-Man.

-I need you to stay calm.- You started, seeing him perk up when he heard your voice.

-I am, I’m very calm, it feels like I’m on vacation in Hawaii.

-Good, keep imagining that, I need to… make a few stitches.

He nodded. You opened the packet. You had never stitched a real, live person before. You were just an intern at the end of the day.

-But um… - you gulped, making him look at you again - There is no available anesthesiologist right now, it’s going to hurt.

-I believe I can take it.

-It wasn’t enough confirmation, but it had to do. You just had to. Soon enough, the needle went through his skin. He flinched softly at the contact. You wanted to stop, but you had to keep going; there was no other way. He was about to die. Your hands were shaking for the first few seconds, but you tried your best to make an even, secure stitch. You could notice him gripping the sheets because of the pain, but he tried his best not to let you freak out. “I hate this. I hate this. I hate this,” was all you could think about during the second stitch. Your hands were shaking less, but his pain and discomfort were getting more and more visible. You hated the idea of causing him more pain than he was already in, but you had no choice.

-You’re doing great! We’re almost done! - You told him with a smile, giving him a small break as you upended the package of the third needle for the third stitch. His breathing was very heavy at this point, making you worry. It was because of the adrenaline, sure, but the possibility of him dying from blood loss is still very real.

You tried to be as fast as possible with the third one, cutting the final piece.

-You’re all done, Spider-Man! How do you feel?

-Honestly, I don’t feel so good. - said softly. - I’m really sleepy.

-You can rest now, you’ll be fine.

It was almost as if you had commanded him to fall asleep. He was snoring softly in less than a few minutes. Once the hard part was over, it seemed like you could finally breathe again. You called in a doctor and another nurse to hook him up to some painkillers and blood.

***

You felt crushed, your whole body was aching, as you sat down on a chair in the break room. And the worst part was that the shift wasn’t over yet. To be frank, everyone else in the room didn’t look much better than you did. Some of the staff went home to rest, and the next shift had clocked in recently, but since you came in later than everyone else today, you had 3 more hours left. You were sitting down, head resting on the palm of your hand as you blankly stared into the coffee cup someone had made for you. You wanted to relax, you really did, but your mind kept flashing the horrifying images of injured people who needed your help. And worst of all, Spider-Man. Torn up, covered in his own blood, weak, hurting. You did everything in your power to help him, and it worked out! It made you happy that it did, but the fear of him dying after all was still holding you by the throat.

-Come on! Just a peek! He wouldn’t even know you did it!- someone giggled as they walked into the room - You have to be curious!

The words made you snap back into reality. You still didn’t have the energy to change the bloody clothes, which earned you a few weird stares.

-Peek where? - You asked the girl.

-Under Spider-Man’s mask. Apparently, he’s in a room somewhere on this floor.

You stared at her blankly, getting up from the chair and grabbing the coffee cup, and walking up to her. Maybe it was your nerves getting the better of you, maybe you needed a break. You were tired, horrified, and upset. You had to go through the crazy show a few hours ago, you had to tend to countless injured people, stitch a person with no anesthesia, and do it with a smile while he was bleeding to death. And now a fully rested, pretty intern was giggling next to you about peeking under Spider-Man’s mask because of curiosity. Your blood was boiling in your veins because she had no sympathy, no compassion for what all of you had been through while she was at home, watching it on TV.

-I will personally report you to the authorities for invasion of the patient’s personal life, unprofessional behaviour, and absolute disrespect to your colleagues and the patient’s wishes, if you even dare go near that room. - You said in a cold tone, with the same cold stare you were giving the coffee a few seconds ago.

-What’s with her?- she asked the other nurses once you were out of the door.

You probably weren’t right to take it out on her, but you made a promise to him in that room, and you had to keep it. He was your patient, your responsibility. This whole situation gave you enough fuel to get you to change into some clean clothes and go around the floor to check the patients. You were only interested in checking one specific person, but you couldn’t ignore everyone else because of this. You finally made it to the room at the end of the hall, near the entrance. You checked the folder by the door, reading it as you walked in. There he was, lying on the bed. His chest was wrapped in bandages, but you could see where the blood had stained the dressing. His breathing was even and calm, and his heart monitor was okay, too. He seemed very stable, despite the blood loss. You checked the system he was hooked on to, making sure everything was alright. Turning your back to him, you scribbled on the papers when you had checked and how things were going. They had given him an X-ray to check for any broken ribs or broken tissue. You raised the X-ray to the light to see better when you heard him shift. It made you turn around to look at him. His hands rapidly reached for his face, touching the mask, and he made sure it was on.

-Oh, hey. Good morning. - You smiled at him, making him turn to you.

-It’s on…

-Yeah, I try my best to keep my promises

-Thank you.

He relaxed on the bed, watching you as you continued checking the paperwork.

-How are you feeling?- You asked, still writing down.

-Like a gigantic lizard tried to cut me open.

-Must be painful.

-I’ve had worse days, honestly. One time, a building collapsed on top of me.

It made your head snap to look at him.

-You’re joking, right?

-Absolutely not. - He laughed. - It was in the early days, I was probably 15 back then, fought with Mr. Stark, and he took away the costume he made for me, and I went out fighting a villain with my old homemade one.

-Sounds absolutely insane!

-It wasn’t that bad, really.

-You definitely shouldn’t be alive. I wouldn’t be alive if a whole building collapsed on top of me.

He laughed, pointing at his mask.

-Superhero, remember?

-Right, my bad.

***

Spider-Man was released to go home later that evening, when you were off shift already. You hadn’t seen or heard from him since that day. Not that you had to. But for some reason, he crossed your mind more often than you wanted to admit.

-Damn it.- You said softly.

You woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare again, looking at the clock. 3 am. You started having nightmares because of that day, all of the stress, the blood, the cries and screams of people. It was haunting you. And worst of all, every time you would close your eyes, you would see the spider mask, the bloody costume, your hands with the needle on his chest. It was like you were living in a loop, going through the moment over and over again. It was always so vivid, like you were back there.

Months had passed, and you still felt guilt and shame over what happened in the ER that day. After the incident, some people praised you for saving Spider-Man’s life. Others hated you for it, for just taking action without any consultation from someone superior to you. They said you were lucky that he didn’t die in your hands. You were no surgeon, and you knew it, but in the moment, you weren’t even thinking; your priority was doing what was needed from you. If you hadn’t tried, he would have died before the surgeons got to him. You probably had given him ugly scars, but alive with scars was always better than pretty and dead. At least that’s what you thought. No one dared to talk about letting you go from your job as a nurse, but you started considering leaving after this thing turned into a scandal anyway. Reporters were flooding the hospital, trying to get an interview with you. You refused, every time. But all this PR for the hospital was turning into something negative.

You got up for a glass of water, trying to ignore the feeling of his warm skin on your fingertips. How was it even possible to feel this? You had gloves on the whole time! You could feel the cold water run down your throat and into your stomach as you looked out the window. New York was exceptionally beautiful at night; it looked like all of the stars from the sky had landed on Earth to flicker softly during the darkness of the night. If it weren’t for all the pain you had to witness every day at work, you would probably love the place. A cold autumn breeze from the open window swayed the curtains, and you walked up to it to close it. Staring in the distance, you could see the calmness of the night, and you could feel the peace for a brief moment. You had the morning shift at the ER, which always meant chaos. You didn’t know how much more you could possibly take.

***

-Here comes New York’s greatest hero!- Jennie said in a sarcastic tone as you walked into the break room.

Jennie was one of the other interns, the one who wanted to peek under Spider-Man’s mask that day. You officially met a few weeks later when you took an entire official shift together. Meeting her at work was a rare occasion, but it was bad enough to keep your cortisol levels high for weeks. It seemed like she took your attitude towards her that day to heart and jumped at every

opportunity to insult and make fun of you. A bully. That’s what she was. A pretty, smart, high school type of bully.

-Good morning to you, too, Jen.- You replied, placing your bag on a chair.

Selena Gomez said, “kill them with kindness,” and you were trying your hardest to be as nice as possible to everyone who didn’t want you on the team. Maybe they were right about you, but the guy lived. That was all that mattered anyway.

-Did your Spider-Man boyfriend come visit you tonight? You look like you didn’t get enough sleep.

-How many times do I need to tell you that I don’t know him? He came in, he didn’t die, he left. Haven’t heard from him since. Just like any other one of the thousands of patients that we tend to.

-I bet you saw his face!

She was unusually talkative and aggressive this morning. It was already making you sick. You hated talking about this thing enough already, and she was making it so much worse. The others had the decency not to bring it up, even if they gave you looks of disapproval. But she dared to ask about it, to act like she was there too. You opened one of the cabinets, taking out a pair of gloves. Silence. It was too early for you to give in to her attempts to get any kind of information from you.

-Is that why you didn’t let anyone else tend to him? We were all here to help after all.

You closed the cabinet, putting the gloves on. More silence, you weren’t intending to answer. None of the doctors who liked you were in the room this morning; there was no one to back you up this time.

-Funny, isn’t it? But if a superhero had fallen into my arms, I would have done the same. Well, maybe not exactly the same, I would have called an actual surgeon. You know, because that’s what you were supposed to do.

You walked over to your bag, opening it to take your water bottle out and take a sip.

-No answer? Everyone wants to be the hero; you don’t need to be humble about it.

A look. That’s all she was going to get from you. A blank, emotionless stare that could freeze blood. Like you had no soul, like no matter what she said or did, it would never get to you. The atmosphere in the room immediately tensed up as the two of you stared at each other. This was going to be a long shift. You broke eye contact after a few very long seconds, turning your back and walking out of the room. Everyone in the room breathed out in relief.

***

You flipped through the papers that were handed to you by the head of HR. The morning sunlight was getting directly into your eyes as you skimmed the writing on the papers. It was a contract with your names on it.

-What is this? - You asked, looking up at the man in a neat suit who was looking out of the window in front of you.

This morning, when you got called into HR, you expected nothing good to come from it. With all of the passive-aggressive attitude most of the staff were giving you, your expectations were very low. Maybe they were going to discontinue your internship and tell you to find someplace else. The 6 months of it were almost over, and it would be cruel to do it, but you couldn’t expect much, could you? Thoughts of leaving were constantly crossing your mind, but you needed the internship for your diploma. Leaving just as it was about to end seemed absurd.

-It’s a permanent offer.

-A job opportunity?

-Precisely.

-With a team that hates my guts? And don’t tell me they’re jealous of me, my mom already tried that.

He sat down on the desk chair, looking at you.

-Why would the team hate you?

“Fuck.” It just slipped out; you shouldn’t have said anything in front of the person in charge of conflicts. You didn’t dare answer the question.

-I know there’s been this… tension between everyone since the whole Spider-Man incident. Half of the people think it was pretty reckless of you, the other half are praising your bravery and rapid action to save his life. We are not at war here; any issue can be worked out. The CEO wants you here.

-I think you’re wrong.

-I’m wrong? About what?

-We’ve always been at war. Since the first day, we’ve constantly been at war with death, and you know it. We’re just trying to take a rain check on the inevitable. I thought I was doing what had to be done. I was wrong. It takes more character than I have to do this thing for a living.

He stared at you in shock, a silence between the two of you for a long while, and you just looked back at him. He was like an empty canvas, no expression on his face, while he tried to understand what you meant. The sunlight was still blinding you, looking at the small dust particles flying in the air between the two of you.

-Okay, you can think about it, right?

-I thought about it. Once my internship is over, I’m done.

-It’s not something you can decide so lightheartedly. I want you to really think about this.

-It’s not, and my decision is final. I’ve been thinking about it for months.

***

The final month of your internship was probably the busiest. Whenever you were on shift, it was just constant chaos. The other interns were signing contracts left and right. Most of them decided to take up the offer there, while others decided to seek out better opportunities. You were still pretty much set on not continuing into the medical field. You weren’t exactly sure why that happened, but you were sure it had to do with the whole Spider-Man incident. At the end of the day, you were just a nurse, and an intern at that. You were not the one who had to make the important decisions unless it was a last resort. Everyone had mixed feelings towards you and your case, which helped greatly with making the decision. All that was left now was to leave and figure out what to do with yourself next.

But it wasn’t something that you needed to be concerned about at this moment. Right now, what mattered was picking a dress from your friend’s closet. After the last six months in hell, your small friend group decided you needed to be cheered up, and they decided to take you out to a bar. Not like you liked bars, or alcohol for that matter. But it was a nice gesture, and you didn’t want to turn it down.

-I think this one is perfect.- Zoey, a pretty brunette with piercing blue eyes, who had just graduated from business school, said. She was waving a latex pink dress in front of you, the one she

wore at her engagement party. It looked gorgeous on her, but something about it was making you feel icky inside.

-Absolutely not. It’s hideous!- Aria laughed, a short, cute blonde who was also in medical school. She wanted to be an orthodontist. She was lying on Zoey’s bed, the same one on the edge of which you were sitting.

-Yeah, I’m with Ari on that one, not saying yes to that dress. - You shook your head.

-Okay, then this one! - She pulled out a very short and tight red dress, which earned her two looks of disapproval. -Not this one, got it.

Zoey stared at her closet for a few seconds before starting to rummage in it. At this point, you just wanted to give up and call it a night. Then Zoey pulled out an old purple dress that she used to wear a lot a few years ago. The top was corset styled, and the bottom was just a plain normal skirt. The dress was simple enough for your taste and gorgeous enough to make you feel good about yourself in it. It fit like a glove. It was a silent agreement that this was the dress you were going to wear tonight.

***

You wouldn’t say you hated loud and crowded places, but you could definitely say you disliked them. The loud music, drunk people walking around, stumbling, and slurring their words. If you were sober, you would have absolutely hated it; being drunk made it tolerable. Your friends made you dance with them a few times, which helped you loosen up a bit and enjoy yourself. You desperately needed that after months of mental torture at work. Not that the torture had ended, you still needed to figure things out. You had no plan for your future; you didn’t even have a plan for tomorrow at noon. All of those thoughts were depressing you, making you feel like you failed. Your entire life, you knew exactly what you wanted to do, you planned everything, you followed that plan, and just as your dreams were about to come true, it all came crumbling down around you. Your dreams were more like a nightmare.

But tonight wasn’t about all of this; it was about forgetting it. You sat down by the bar, ordering a new gin tonic as you smiled at the bartender. The dress Zoey gave was true magic; it helped you feel good enough about yourself and chat with people around you.

***

Peter had stopped going out to bars a while ago. He couldn’t even remember exactly the last time he had been out. College seemed like it was centuries ago, even if it had been just a few years. Work was overwhelming him, managing it and his Spider-Man duties left him with little to no free time. So when Ned called him to catch up, he agreed without even thinking about it. Both of them were very busy, and he thought it would be nice to see a familiar face.

Ever since the whole incident that got him in the hospital, he had been more cautious than ever. He upgraded his suit, he was strategic about fights, and he always had a plan B. The bar was more crowded than he had anticipated, which made him feel slightly uncomfortable… and a bit underdressed. He thought a flannel was smart enough of a garment to wear to a casual hangout with a friend; however, almost everyone around him was better dressed. He sat at the bar, ordering a whiskey with some Coke to drink while he was waiting patiently for his friend to arrive. He had barely taken a sip from his drink when he felt a sharp hit on the side of his ribcage, making him spill some of the iced liquid on the bar. The pain was numb, but the shock had taken him slightly aback.

-I am so, so sorry- he heard before he could even turn to the source of his pain.

- It’s quite alrig.- Peter started, turning to face the person, but stopped mid-sentence. The face was familiar, especially with so much worry that could be seen in the eyes. He wasn’t the type of person to remember faces, but those eyes he could never forget.

-I’ll buy you a new one. What are you having?

-It’s okay, don’t worry about it.

-No, no, really! I made you spill your drink, so I have to pay you back.

Panic rushed over him as the conversation arose. He got so nervous that the back of his neck started burning. He got up suddenly, leaving both of his drinks on the bar as he turned and started pacing rapidly.

-It’s fine, you’ll owe me next time. - Those were the final words he said in a rush as he tried to disappear in the crowd.

***

-What a weird guy.- Zoey said to you as you watched the curly-haired boy walk away from you.

-Right.. - you mumbled back, turning to your friends again.

The night was going worse for you than you had expected, now this to top it all off. You were starting to feel tired and anxious, and something about that guy just kept bugging you. Why did he run away like that? It was just a spilled drink after all, plus you offered to pay.

It kept bothering you until the end of the night. Then the next day, and the day after that.

***

Peter was strolling through the Brooklyn streets, kicking rocks with his feet as he made his way to Ned’s. He had to apologise to him for “not showing up” at their meeting last weekend. He was deep into his thoughts, trying to find a way to explain to his friend what exactly had happened most logically. But the situation had presented itself to be a bit more complicated than he had hoped. It’s not like Ned didn’t know his secret already; however, he didn’t know about the whole hospital thing.

As he strolled around, his spidy sense tingled. He looked up, looking around, and as he looked, his eyes landed on a familiar figure walking across the street. Panic rushed through him, his heartbeat rising rapidly, so fast that his breath got caught in his lungs, the beating of his heart so loud he could barely hear anything else.

“What the actual fuck?” He thought to himself as he watched the girl across the street pass by. It was her again. The nurse who saved him. The girl in the cute dress who elbowed his ribs. Why did she make his spidy sense tingle? His curiosity got the better of him as she walked away, oblivious to his presence. He turned around without thinking, his legs following her on their own. He walked a few meters behind her for a while before she stopped in front of an apartment building and walked inside.

“What are you doing, Peter?” He asked himself as he observed the scene. “You followed a girl home like a stalker.”

Peter looked at the building for a while, cursing himself for being such a creep. A curtain from the 8th floor suddenly opened, and the face of the girl appeared. She locked eyes with him after a few seconds. He flinched, turning his head down so fast his neck cracked. Peter made a few steps to the left, but there was a fence standing, so he turned rapidly around and almost ran in the opposite direction. After he was at a reasonable distance, he turned his head back, unsure, looking at the window again. He saw the figure of her still standing there. He gulped; she definitely saw him there. She saw the runner running in the wrong direction. How embarrassing.

***

You had your phone in your hand, dialling your friend as you looked down at the street. Aria picked up, her cheerful voice greeting you.

-Hey, remember the guy from the bar a few weeks ago?- You asked her, staring at him as he walked away after a very obviously panicked wrong turn he made.

-Who? Axel? The cute one who was trying to flirt with me the whole night? Is he texting you, too?

-No, the other one. The one I bumped into. Wait, who is Axel texting?

-Doesn’t matter. What were you saying?

-Well, that guy, I bumped into him by accident, spilled his drink, and he… ran away.

-Ohhh, that one! No, I only saw his back. Why?

-I think…- you paused, his tiny figure fading away into the distance - I think he just followed me home.

***

Peter was swinging around the city desperately. His vision was blurry, and his entire body was covered in cold sweat and blood, making him shiver as the wind blew past him. He could barely breathe yet again, as his hand was covering his almost split-open ribcage. He hated this so much, the blood, the pain, the panic. But it was part of the job, and he couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't believe it was happening yet again, getting himself into this kind of situation once more. Peter knew that wearing the suit would lead to this again, but he had taken all the necessary precautions to avoid it. And there he was, one epic battle finished, and he barely left the battlefield in one piece. He didn't know what to do or where to go; the only thing he knew was that he needed to do it fast, before he lost consciousness from the blood loss. Without even thinking about it, he found himself back at the window that he had run away from a few weeks ago, hoping, praying that you would be home.

He landed on the glass, looking around the dark room, breathing heavily into the mask. His vision went black for a split second, and he knew that if he fell from that height, it would be lethal. So he did the only thing he could, no matter if you were inside or not. He shot a web a few floors above. Swinging back as far as he could, creating enough force to break through the glass. So he jumped back, swinging and coming back with enough force to break the entire window. He crashed on the floor, rolling over the broken glass a few times before he finally closed his eyes.

***

You woke up to a loud crashing sound in your living room. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you shot up from the bed, running to the other room. In the darkness, gently lit up by the city lights outside, you could make out a figure lying on the floor, with shattered glass surrounding it. He seemed so calm, like he was just resting there. The more you looked, the clearer the scene was getting.

-Oh my god!- You exclaimed as you rushed to the boy lying on the ground, kneeling next to him. He seemed unconscious. You put your hand on his shoulder, rolling him over on his back to find out there was blood all over the side of his body. He flicked with the turn, groaning. His skin was torn, but it was too dark to know how bad it really was. You slapped his face gently, trying to wake him up.

-Hey, hey, you need to wake up. Come on, Spider-Man.

He made a whining sound, moving his head slightly.

-I'll replace the window. - He said barely.

-Leave the window, we need to get you in the bathroom, can you stand?

He nodded, trying his best to get up. You helped him, too, offering him support to the bathroom. Once there, you made him sit on the toilet so you could inspect his wounds. In reality, they weren't as bad as the ones in the hospital; they were just more. They just needed a little patching up.

-Is there any way you could take the suit off?

-Let's assume there isn't.

-It would help me a ton if you could.

-Nope, forget about it.

You sighed, opening your cabinet to get some rubbing alcohol and a bandage. You closed the cabinet door, seeing him in the mirror. You met what you assumed were his eyes, and it clicked. What the actual hell was he doing here? How did he know? Did this happen by chance? No way it was a coincidence, he knew where to find you. You turned, with a very unreadable expression on your face.

-What?- he asked anxiously

-Do I know you?

He froze after the question, realizing that coming here could have been a mistake. He felt the cold sweat running down his body again.

-We've met. - That was all he managed to blurt out, almost whispering it.

You squinted your eyes, walking towards him as you kneeled, putting some rubbing alcohol on the bandage. You started cleaning his wounds, trying to recall any memory of his voice, his silhouette, anything that could help you link the pieces. But nothing appeared besides your first hospital meeting, which could have been what he was referring to.

-Raise your arms, please. - You said. - Most of the wounds aren't that bad; they won't need stitches, but the middle one looks like it could heal badly if it's not stitched. - He nodded. You put on some thread on a needle, looking at him.

-I recommend you go to an actual surgeon sometime.- You tried to joke, looking for a reaction. He didn't laugh, which got his message across. You stitched up his wound, putting on some iodine to help with healing the wounds before you wrapped them in the bandage. An awkward silence followed, both of you not knowing what to say next.

-Thank you!- He said after a few very long seconds. - I didn't really know where to, I was feeling weak, and I wasn't far away from here, so I thought I would take a chance. I knew you would help me.

He was speaking fast, obviously nervous. And then you heard it. The voice. The nervous fast pitch, the same one the guy from the bar had when you offered to replace his drink. You blinked, looking up at him. He read your eyes, and he could feel, he could sense you put the pieces together. He swallowed nervously, feeling completely naked in front of you now. His breaths got shorter, and he felt blood rushing to his head. Peter was caught. You knew who was behind the mask.

***

For the next few days, you felt distracted by what happened that night. You couldn't help but wonder why this was all happening to you specifically. You didn't get to ask him anything, nothing at all, before he ran out of the bathroom, and he was out through the window before you managed to catch up. The next day, people came over to take measurements of your window, and the day after to install it. But not a word from Spider-Man. You didn't know his real name either, just a face that you weren't quite sure you even remembered well enough to recognise. But you kept thinking about it. Now you knew why he ran away from the bar. However, there was no answer as to why he followed you home that one time. But you guessed you already lived through the answer to that one. He needed some emergency stitches, but he didn't want to risk compromising his identity at a hospital, so he came to you.

You were torn between telling your friends and keeping it to yourself. Your head felt like it was going to explode if you continued thinking about it. But then again, if you told them, they would probably organize a search party to find him. And what for? It's not like you needed to find him for any reason at all. What would you even say to him in this situation? "Hi, I stitched your skin twice, wanna be friends?" It wouldn't make much sense. So you just sat at the desk in your bedroom, staring at some Spider-Man news on your laptop.

***

Peter was in his Spider-suit, sitting on the edge of a roof on a nearby building. He wanted to make sure you got your window replaced. But even after it was replaced, he couldn't move away from his spot. He couldn't say why, but he felt hypnotised, his eyes glued to the window covered by a white semi-sheer curtain. He concentrated on the movement inside the apartment, seeing a shadowy figure from time to time. Peter felt so much, his feelings mixed between confusion, loneliness, shame, and even guilt. He wanted to say he was sorry for everything he had done, for not saying "thank you" in a way that showed he was grateful for everything. All he could do for now was watch from afar. Or was it?

Suddenly, he jumped up, flying down the building and swinging through the city. He had a plan. Most likely a very dumb one, but a plan nonetheless. Peter landed in front of a flower shop, walking in.

-Hey, can I get a... - he started, seeing the old lady stare at him in shock. - What flower do you get someone who saved your life two times?

The lady looked around the room at the different flowers, thinking.

-Peonies. - She said simply, pointing at a bucket of pink peonies on the top shelf.

-Great, thank you!- Peter said, snapping one off with a web. - How much would that be?

-On the house.- The lady smiled at him.

-Thank you so much! Can I get a card too?

He got the card and the flower and rushed out of the shop back to your apartment building. He climbed up the facade, getting to the window he had previously broken. Peter stuck the peony and card to the glass with his web, knocked on the window, and jumped off as fast as he could.

***

You heard a faint knock on the window, which pulled you out of the trance you were in. You looked around the room, confused by the sound. A knock coming from the window? Then it clicked. What if it was him? You jumped up from the chair, running to the other room and pulling the curtain open. Your eyes weren't met with the red mask you were expecting, but a pink peony and a note. You opened the window, unticking the flower and the card from the web, and pulling them inside. Hands flipped the back of the note.

"Meet me downstairs at 8." It read. Your heart skipped a beat for some reason. It made you wonder why. The good news was that he also wanted to talk to you. The bad news - that you didn't even know what to say to him. You had about 5 hours to figure it out.

***

You walked down to the entrance of the building at 8 pm sharp, looking around cautiously. You didn’t know what to wear, so you opted for something simple and comfortable that would look presentable enough for most occasions - a black shirt and dark blue pants. Classic, elegant, can’ go wrong with it. A soft breeze blew past you, making you shiver softly. Autumn seemed to be getting closer now.

-Hey.- You heard a somewhat familiar voice next to you, making your head turn in the direction it was coming from.

-Hi.- You responded, arms crossed under your chest as you were trying to warm yourself up from the cold air. Your eyes locked with his, taking your time to analyze and remember the features of his face. The guy smiled nervously, offering you his hand.

-The name is Peter, Peter Parker.

You shook his hand, telling him your name as well.

-Well, how are those wounds?- You asked him, trying to start some kind of conversation.

-Oh, those… Almost healed.

-No way! - You said in disbelief, looking at him.

-Yeah, having superhuman powers works to your advantage sometimes.

-Can I see?

-No?

-Sorry, was that too forward?- You asked, suddenly feeling nervous. Why were you feeling so on edge with this guy?

-No, just not here.

-Right, where are we going then?

He took your hand, making a few steps forward. You tried to jerk your hand away, but his grip was too strong.

-Oh, sorry, I didn’t ask.- He said nervously. - I assumed since you’ve already touched me, I could touch you too.

-It’s different; mine was strictly professional.

You could feel your nerves getting the better of you, and that caused your palms to start sweating. That was the actual reason you didn’t want him to hold his hand. He let your hand go, gesturing for you to walk ahead.

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