you ask you receive
treating spidernoir's wounds and him talking about how it doesn't hurt, you don't believe him, so you ask him what does hurt
he says "seeing your face when you see I'm injured."
ASTER I LITERALLY LOVE YOU SM.
PAIRING: Spidernoir x GN!Reader
You looked at the familiar figure outside your window with a sigh. It was nonother than Peter Parker, who just so happened to be your boyfriend and spiderman. It wasn't uncommon for him to show up at ungodly hours of the night, nor was it uncommon for him to show up seriously injured. You swiftly opened the window causing him to crawl through with a grunt and land on his feet. "Evening, darling. My, you look as good as ever."
He always tried smooth talking you when he had a particularly deep wound. "Come on, let's go to the bathroom," you told him tiredly. He followed you to the bathroom like a lost puppy. Once he entered the room he wasted no time in ripping off his mask and jumping on the sink counter.
He watched you as you quickly got all the supplies you needed, like it was routine. And it definitely was. Peter never meant it to become a routine. He hated doing this to you, but he didn't always have much of a choice. "Where's the wound?" You asked without looking at him as you entered the bathroom again. You set the supplies down next to him as he replied, "On my left side. It's not too bad."
You looked him up and down with a frown, "Take the suit off, please." He nodded and did what he was told, leaving him shirtless in front of you. You looked at the blood that was around the area with a look Peter couldn't quite read. He swears he thought you were about to cry. You got to work on patching him up as he watched you curiously. You were always so good at taking care of him, you were always so precise and delicate.
"Does it hurt?"
Your voice was soft and quiet but it still managed to startle Peter, as he had gotten used to the slightly uncomfortable silence that had taken over the night. He looked at you for a long moment before shaking his head, "No. It doesn't." You made eye contact with him for probably the first time tonight and looked at him slightly unamused. "Not even a little?" You sounded skeptical, like you thought he was lying.
"Not at all. Suppose I'm used to it by now," he replied smoothly which earned a scoff from you. "Each wound you have is shockingly worse than the last one and it never seems to hurt you. I'm starting to wonder if anything hurts you." He hummed as you continued to clean his side gently. "There is one thing," He stated calmly.
You raised your eyebrows, intrigued by his sudden confession, "Then what's that?" There was another moment of long silence before he replied. He put his head against the wall and slowly moved his hand to your wrist, the one wrist that was on his thigh.
"Seeing your face when you see me injured."
He gently grabbed your wrist and put it to his lips, giving it a chaste kiss before returning it back to his thigh. You looked at him mesmerized, as this was something he had never told you before. He looked back at you with the same lovesick look you had before you somewhat roughly pulled him in for a hug, "I love you, Peter. I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you."