Imagine helping Peter after he gets into a fight
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I lay in bed reading one of my favorite Stephen King's books when a soft yet crackling noise resonates above me and after a few seconds a few more. Even though it was soft, it disturbed me more than I wanted to admit to myself. Specially while still adapting to a whole new life here in NYC.
Being from a small town outside of London, I was used to live in a peacefully and uneventful environment and the whole change to New York has gotten my anxiety ringing all sort of bells.
Iāve been living with May and her nephew Peter for the last 5 months of my life and I can say itās been the best 5 months. Moving here all by myself to a whole new country was scare, but as soon as I landed in their home Iāve felt happy, genuinely happy and the safest Iāve felt (excluding times when noises freaked me out). May treated me as if I was her own daughter while Peter made sure that both my life at home and at school were as smooth as a babyās butt, which Iām profoundly grateful for.
With days passing, Peter had gone from my roommate to my best friend, I knew that whenever I needed someone to talk to, big or small, heād be right there for me. And thatās what happened about 3 weeks ago... When I found Peterās biggest secret... - it was an uneventful afternoon and I had a huge math test coming up so I needed that extra study, but somehow my headphones were missing, which made me venture myself into Peterās room, maybe he wouldnāt mind if I used his for a few hours, when for my amazement, walking inside I see none other than... SPIDER-MAN!
And as you can imagine, that striked as very unfamiliar but also somewhat uncomfortable. I mean he literally was breaking into someone elseās house... but thatās when things got funny... Spider-Man decides to take off his mask (obviously unaware of my presence at the time) and I see that Spider-Man IS Peter! (But try and ignore I said that, itās a secret, weāre not suppose to know about it !!)
And ever since then weāve been completely inseparable, where Iād go Peter would follow and where Peter would go, Iād follow too. It was as simple as a true and meaningful and heartfelt friendships (even though sometimes maybe I felt more than that).
I gently put down my book, standing up and looking around the room - I knew May had gone out so I was pretty much alone and freaking out. I walk up to the window, carefully to make sure there were no serial killers on the balcony when I open the door and peek outside and that when Spider-Man drops into my balcony, somewhat limping and holding into his side. I jump back and gasp as he stands there, resting my hand on my chest.
āOh my god Peter, you canāt do that...ā I mumble softly, noticing now how badly injured he was and gasp softly.
āOh shit, what happened?ā I ask quickly as I drape an arm around his waist as he holds onto my neck and I help him inside and slowly walk him to bed, gently helping him sit, gently helping him with his mask as he pulls it off. As he does, I notice some of the bruises all over his face as well as some small cuts here and there, specially on his lower lip and bite my lip hard.
āIf you think I look like crap, you should see the other guy...ā He mumbles, giving me a weak grin and I canāt help but smile. Even hurt he kept his good humor, that was just one of many things I loved about him.
āIāve told you before that you should be more careful with yourself... May hates when you come home like this and honestly Iām not a fanā I mumble as I gently help him strip his suit, kind of keeping my eyes on his, stopping myself from looking down at his... well everything!
āOh what? Not a fan? British people are so hard to please arenāt they?ā He grins softly as he kicks it off and I roll my eyes and take his suit on my arms.
āWhen it means youāre hurt, yes.ā I mumble as I bite my lip. āStay there, Iām gonna get some stuff to take care of your situation and Iāll bring your sweats and a T-shirt from your room. Please donāt move.ā I mumble before walking out and heading to his room. I drop the suit in his desk chair and grab a few clean clothes before I walk into the bathroom and grab a few cotton pads along with some bandages and some rubbing alcohol.
I walk back into the room and watch him as he looks around my room and smiles when he sees me. āYou know what, youāre worst than May when it comes to this, Iām a superhero... actually Iām an avenger and I can take care of myself...ā he mumbles as he grins proudly while I start dipping some cotton pads into the alcohol and start cleaning up the small cuts on his face and he whimpers and I chuckle.
āI thought you were an Avenger and could take care of yourself.ā I repeat jokingly at his reaction to the cotton pad and he rolls his yes yet again and smiles goofily up at me.
āYes I just fought about 100 guys with guns... that makes me specially doesnāt it?ā He smiles and I smile back, somewhat showing a proud smile.
āIt makes you super specialā I mumble softly as I toss the pad in the bin and I reach for another one and start cleaning up his bottom lip, that was yet again for the 3rd time this week bleeding. I gently dip the pad on the alcohol. āItās gonna sting a little bitā I mumble as I gently start tapping on his lip gently. Standing between his legs as he sat on top of my bed semi naked and canāt help but look into his eyes for a moment and then down at his lips and blushing bright red. Once Iām done, I gently run my thumb over his bottom lip and in an impulse, I lean in and gently crash my lips against his, closing my eyes as I gently and tenderly kiss him. After a second, I feel him kiss me back and blush even harder, smiling softly against his lips.
āIāll be sure that this isnāt my last fight, if this is what happens afterwards.ā I chuckles and looks up at me, gently moving his hand to my hips.
I giggle and roll my eyes āJus donāt die.ā I smile and lean in and kiss him again.
