constantly thinking about the trope of taking care of the wounds of older!peter maximoff when he arrives from 'work', the comfort of this (now) normal routine everyday he comes from a rough mission (this is the fastest man alive, something to hit him must be strong). being his anchor from this cruel problematic world, where you are his best incentive to keep the hope in himself, any place that you are means home to him, means the safety he's hell sure he'll get.
together for such long time that now you don't need to question him if whatever he saw or did earlier was difficult, it usually shows in his tired eyes and eye bags how much he was shaken with. you always reassured to him that he shouldn't be so hard on himself and blame for other people's faults, he wasn't the only superhero or super person to make decisions for the better of this world.
peter always listened, feeling his heartbeat rate slow down to normal time, for who didn't know, this would be surprising, but for the closests ones (includes you) it wasn't at all. the silver haired famous speedster growed up, having a better understanding of himself now at his thirties; when your relationship got in the right track, reaching the promise of never giving up about each other and being together even in nightmares, peter felt his mental state shape to what he always wanted: peace.
you were his answer, his safety. helping him pass dark times and fight his nightmares, you had the patience to help him not give up on himself as he wanted to do when younger. so since you appeared, he didn't stressed so much about his powers or his body triggered something, it was just like this now, peter slowed down.
it always diverged. chatting while music played at lower volume in a bluetooth speaker —that peter had to got the better option—, or you humming a song, or simply... silence. whatever it was, this moment of taking care of his wounds when he arrived home, it was always special. each. time.
it meaned that you were still there for him, it was real for him, as it was for you. peter would never feel the weight of the world on his back while he is with you. he always would got your back, and you always would do the same.
because both of you meaned the same for each other: home.
lia's notes: a lil blurb made by your professional 24/7 peter yearner. i just want to comeback home and fall into those strong arms. i just want him to settle down with ME. 😭💖 not proofread btw!
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