Is That my Sweatshirt?
Synopsis: Peter as Spider-Man knows you, but you only know of Peter. So when Spider-Man shows up at your window, things get a little bit sticky. (gn! reader)
Requested: No
Warnings: Language, mention of blood/injuries/trying to stitch up a wound
Word Count: 1,425 A/N: Well here’s my first attempt at an imagine! Let me know what you think and feel free to request anything else you’d like to see! :)
You were seated at your desk, trying desperately to survive the horror that was your current math homework. Scratching the side of your head with the end of your pencil, you drifted off for a moment, noticing the rain that was softly tapping upon your window. The curtains were drawn, but the sound alone gave enough comfort to make up for the lack of visuals. When you looked back down at the textbook that was flopped open on your desk, the numbers and directions all blurring together, you decided that maybe it was time to call it a night. You slowly rubbed your hands up and down the sides of your face, pulling the skin lightly as you did so. Thunder rolled through, sounding so very close to your building and you flinched before running a hand through your hair and standing up. The rain grew louder against your window as you walked over to your bed, grabbing the sweatshirt you stole from Peter during your last homework “date” off the end.
Peter Parker must be the most oblivious boy on the planet. Not that you had tried to be outright with your feelings for him, but you definitely weren’t great at hiding it. Even Ned had asked you about it, and you couldn’t exactly not tell him. Especially not when he was hoarding the newest LEGO set from you and wouldn’t let you help him build it until you answered him. Now lunch periods were filled with wiggling eyebrows and suffocated laughter from the dark haired boy as Peter continued to look completely over your head. You just hoped that your death glares back at Ned weren’t as obvious as they felt. It’s not like Peter was around much to notice his two best friends bickering more than usual anyway, with him ditching classes and group hang outs more times than you could count with both hands. You tried not to show that you minded much, but making plans and then having them fall right out from under you was never fun.
You pushed the thought out of your mind as you slipped the sweatshirt over your head, pulling your hair out from under the lining. You took a deep breath and noticed that Peter’s cologne was still stuck in the fabric, a light smile coming to your face as a result. You were brought out of your little daydream when the rain grew incredibly loud, almost as if targeting your window specifically. Lightly gliding your feet across the floor, you made your way over to the window, pulling the curtains back just slightly. What you saw might as well have given you a heart attack. There, staring straight back at you, was the one and only Spider-Man. He was precariously situated against your window, the thin ledge being the only thing keeping him from the ground.
“Can I get some help here?” He called, the rain and the glass muffling it.
You quickly moved forward, unlocking the window and pushing it open. Spider-Man crawled through, landing almost immediately on your floor. Well that’s going to leave a watermark, you thought, though not for long as you quickly remembered that the literal Spider-Man was now in your room.
“Holy shit, are you ok?” You asked, noticing he was breathing heavily and holding his side.
“Yeah just a little,” he paused to take a deep breath, “run in with some bad guys. You know how it is”.
“Actually no but that’s besides the point,” you sighed, “Do you need medical attention?”
Spider-Man raised the hand that was attached to his side and revealed quite the stain of blood that had come through his suit.
“I guess you could say that,” he tried to laugh.
“That looks like it needs to be seen by a doctor, not someone in their apartment bedroom!” you hissed, trying not to wake up your parents.
“No! No medical rooms, no hospitals, no nothing. Please,” he replied.
“For god’s sake, ok fine. Stay here,” you said as you went to go grab whatever you could gather.
“Yep, sounds like a plan,” Spider-Man muttered as you walked away.
You raced to the bathroom, grabbing everything you could think of. How in the hell did this happen? You tried not to think about the circumstance too much, instead focusing on the fact that you had someone who needed looking after. After gathering as much as you could fit under your arms, you moved back to your room, Spider-Man still in the same spot you had left him in.
“Do you think you could move up to my bed? It would make it easier than having you on the floor,” you asked, dumping the supplies in a pile.
“Yeah just one,” he hissed as he tried to stand up, “never mind”.
“Here, let me help,” you moved over to him, putting his free arm over your shoulder and your arm around his side.
Though it took some effort, you two eventually made it on your bed, laying him down as comfortably as you could while still being able to see the wound.
“Ok, we’re going to have to get you out of that suit. Do you think you can do that?” You asked, looking over to see if there was an easy way out of it. He nodded his head yes, giving you permission to move forward.
“Press the little icon at the front,” he instructed seemingly through gritted teeth.
As you did so, the suit appeared to shrink, quickly removing itself from him. You tried not to think too hard about the fact that you now had a suitless Spider-Man on your bed. Looking at the now exposed wound a little closer, it looked like a series of cuts that were running along his side. It was as if some animal had slashed him with its claws.
“How the hell did this even happen?” you questioned, not noticing that he continued to keep his mask on.
“Some crazy new weapons the bad guys have now,” he responded, hissing slightly as you began to clean the area.
“Sorry, forgot this might sting a little”.
“A little, uh huh”.
“There, now for some stitching,” you commented once you had finished cleaning the cuts. You grabbed the needle and thread, silently thanking whatever was above that your mother kept random medical supplies around.
As you gingerly weaved the thread through the exposed skin, you couldn’t help but think about the hilarity of the situation at hand. No one would believe you if you chose to tell them. Peter and Ned might, but even you had to admit it sounded a little crazy, and you were the one living through it. Out of all the people the famed New York superhero could have chosen to go to, he chose to come to you. Whether or not he chose your apartment because of you specifically was a question for another time.
“I think I’m done,” you sighed, putting the supplies back down in the pile and rubbing your hand over your forehead.
“Thank you, I really appreciate it,” he replied.
You scoffed, “yeah, no problem”. He sat up slightly, staring at you as if really looking at you for the first time.
“Can I help you?” you asked, lightly joking, as you looked up to meet his masked eyes.
“Well I did just kinda crash in here, so I didn’t really notice who exactly I was talking to”.
“You’re saying you were fine with crashing into a complete stranger’s apartment at night when it’s raining?” “I could see your light was on!” he replied a little too quickly.
Deciding now was not the time to question it, you shook your head. “Do you think you’ll be able to make it back without popping a stitch?”
“Oh yeah, wouldn’t be the first time I’ve swung while healing,” he chuckled lightly. Spider-Man stood up carefully and tapped his suit again, this time making it fit back onto his body. He looked over at you once again.
“Ok well, I guess you know where I live now so-”
“Is that my sweatshirt?” You had accidentally talked over each other. You looked at him for a moment, not sure if you heard what you thought you heard.
“I’m sorry what?”
“Uh- nothing!” He exclaimed, having realised that he said that out loud, “I gotta go!” With that, he had opened your window and crawled out into the storm.
You shook your head, beyond confused at this point.
“What the hell just happened?”
