omg it’d be lovely if you did “i called you because I can’t fall asleep” with peter?? like a phone call while he’s away for a mission 🥰
he’s been staying up at the avengers tower all week - something about potential recruits and training modules and “mr. stark is finally trusting me more, y/n! i’ve gotta go and help!”
it’s nothing dangerous, really. nothing for you to stay up late worrying about. and yet, as you lay in bed at 2:30 am with knots in your stomach and chest, he’s the only thing on your wide-awake mind. because he’s peter parker, and of course he is.
he’s supposed to be back home in just five hours, which is why you really shouldn’t call him, no matter how clingy and nervous you’re feeling. besides, he’s probably sleeping. or helping mr. stark build some fancy tech he’s going to talk your ear off about when he gets home. the last thing he needs is a distraction. you finally manage to fall asleep, comforting yourself with the idea that when you wake up, he’ll be there.
it feels like seconds later when your phone begins to go off.
at first you think it’s your alarm, but when you reach for your phone, you feel the steady, familiar vibrations of the custom ringtone peter set for you. you remember him tapping his finger earnestly against your phone screen, trying to set a nice rhythm for the two of you. he’s always been good at that.
“hey there,” you say, already wide awake again as you shove your phone between your ear and pillow. “everything okay?”
“hi.” the voice on the other end is affectionate, filled with relief. “hey, baby.”
“you didn’t answer me. nothing’s wrong?”
“yeah, no, i’m fine.” he clears his throat. “i just, uh, i called you ‘cause i can’t fall asleep.”
you smile, then quickly try composing yourself so that you don’t sound too thrilled over the fact that you’re hearing his voice for the first time in just six days. or over the fact that he called you.
“me neither,” you whisper. “at least not really.”
“i could give the phone to dr. banner. get him talking about nuclear physics and you’ll be out in five minutes.”
you giggle. “as tempting as that is, i really just wanna talk to you.”
“oh, thank god. what should we talk about?”
“you called me without a conversation topic in mind?”
“uh… yeah. yeah, i guess i did.”
the two of you share a laugh, and peter’s really such a mess sometimes, but god, you love him. you really, really do.
you’re getting ready to say it to him, but then you hear a set of brakes squeal in the low hum of the receiver, tires stopping on wet pavement.
“um, peter? are you driving?”
“alright, so i really only called you as a distraction.” you can hear the grin in his voice, a car door slamming shut. “and also to make sure you were awake.”
“distraction from what - oh!”
you sit up, quickly moving the blankets off your legs upon the realization that peter’s at your window, duffel bag in tow, the widest of grins on his faces. he waits for you to push on the glass before climbing into your room, letting his bag fall to the ground.
“oh. uh.” he lowers his phone from his ear. “guess i can hang up now.”
you throw your arms around him, face burrowed into the sweet-smelling crook of his neck, and his arms are all too warm as he snakes them around your waist.
“miss me?” he asks.
“yes. duh.”
he laughs into your hair, dropping a small kiss on your shoulder. “good. ‘cause i was worried i was the only one.”
“what are you doing here? how did you even get here?”
“turns out mr. stark’s a hopeless romantic.” he shrugs. “i told him how much i wanted to see you, so he asked happy to take me home early.”
“i bet happy was overjoyed at that.”
“oh, extremely.”
he smirks, and it’s as endearing as it ever was, and before you can lean up to kiss him he’s already got your lips captured in his. normally your reunion kisses aren’t so long, but peter’s never been away for a whole week before, so you don’t mind it when he pulls you in a bit deeper, hands cupping your face.
“gosh, i missed you,” he whispers as he draws back, warm breath fanning out against your lips. it lulls you back in for another kiss, sweet and sentimental. just like him.
he smiles once the kiss ends, reaching down for your hand, toying with your fingers. “there’s plenty of time for that in the morning, yeah? let’s go to bed. i don’t know about you, but i’m like, really sleepy.”
you nod, climbing back into bed with peter’s arms immediately pulling you against his chest, hands pressed steady against your back. you’re itching to learn about his trip just as much as he’s probably itching to tell you, but after just a few minutes the two of you are sound asleep. peter’s safe and sound.
and yeah, you’re really glad he’s the one who called you.
