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You couldn't quite sleep this night. Truth is, thunder nights had always been sleepless ones for you. You were in your bed under a pile of way too much blankets with a flashlight and your cellphone. Every agressive sounds in the sky would make you jump.
3 A.M.
You were starting to finally fall asleep when yiu heard a huge bang on your roof. You jumped out of your bed and directed yourseld to your room's window. Nothing. Probably just a lighning bolt or a bird who's had bad luck with the weather. You went back to bed but at the same phase you were at the beginning of the storm. You couldn't even close your eyes. All of your body was shivering in terror at the thought of the previous sound. What if it was a tree? You were out of your thoughts in less than one second when a body collapsed on the floor under the window. You wanted to scream but your lips were sealed together.
" Who are you? " you asked with your quivered voice.
No answer.
You moved a little bit closer and realised that the stranger was wearing a costume. " For god's sake, Halloween is over" you thought. But then it hits you : " What the fuck is he doing there and why would he fall from the storm?! " You took your courage with both hands and sat down near his body. You put two fingers on his collarbone... Still breathing. How could he possibly breathes under this mask? You passed your left hand on the surface of the mask and put your fingers at the base of it. You pulled on the fabric and could now see the face of the boy. His face had a lot of injuries and was covered in blood. " What the hell ? " you whispered under your breath.
You stood up and ran into the nearest bathroom. Peroxide, water, bandages, pain killers, towels. Everything could be useful at this point.
Back in your room, you put the man's injured head on your lap and took the towel and the water bottle. You splashed water on his face and used the towel to remove most of the blood. The boy's face twitched in pain.
" I'm sorry, I'm sorry! " you managed to say in a high-pitched voice.
" Okay, it's gonna hurt a little... Okay a lot. But I have to do this ! " the words went out of your mouth so quick because of the adrenaline.
You took the peroxyde bottle and put some on the corner of the towel. " Let's go Y/N, you can do this!" you kept repeating to yourself. With your left hand you could hold still his head and with your right one you started to apply the peroxyde on the deepest cuts. The boy screamed and this scream will definitely haunt you forever. It's better not wake up your parents or else you would have to explain the situation. To be honest, you didn't know much about it either.
You cleaned the last cuts and put bandages over the deepest ones. At this point, you didn't know what to do. The boy was unconscious but you wouldn't be able to move him. At least, his breathing was relatively stable so he was not in danger anymore. You did what you thought was the best to do. You removed his costume with difficulty and made him wear one of your joggers. It was a little small, but still better than nothing. Then, you took a bunch of pillows and out his head on them. You took a quick look at his bare chest, but looked away quickly because you didn't want to take advantage. Finally, you put a blanket on his trembling body.
No way in hell you could to sleep after that, so you ended up being a creep and watched him. He was pretty cute and you're pretty sure that all the bandages don't do him a favor. His hair is a mess all over his face. You couldn't help yourself but take the delicate brown curls in your hand and remove them from his visage. His eyes were closed but you imagined that they were matching his hair.
You don't really know how but you wake up sleeping on the floor your arms around the intruder's chest. You jumped away carefully not wanting to wake him. You wouldn't want the situation to be even more awkward! You went straight to your bed and collapsed on it. No need to say that you were extremely tired, exhausted even.
"Ugh" the boy managed to say while he raised his head. He opened his eyes and you were right. They matched perfectly his brownish hair. He was in so much pain, you could sense it.
" Hm, hi. How are you feeling? " you said while putting yourself on your feet.
" Awful. Who the hell are you? " he snapped at you looking straight at your face.
" You're the one who scared me to death! Mister I fell into someone's bedroom. " you answered while crossing your arms on your chest.
" Oh. Right. Sorry about that. I'm Peter. "
" Y/N. I tried to clean your cuts but you should stitch them. "
He suddenly looked nervous and removed his blanket.
"Wait a minute. Where's my costume? You know my real identity, what am I gonna do?" he said all of that really fast.
" Your real identity? All I saw is a teenager doing cosplay, buddy. Your costume is on the desk at your left. " you sighed after talking.
" I'm not doing cosplay. I'm spider-man, you know the guy on Youtube? "
" Yeah, right. And I'm Iron Man. "
Before yoou noticed, he was back in his suit and sending webs on the cieiling of your bedroom. He then jumped and looked at you while being upside down.
You let out a little "what the fuck" and then smiled.
" I saved Spider-man then. "
" You did and I'm thankful for that. I need to go now. Hopefully we'll see each other soon. " he said jumping out of your window as if it was the most normal thing to do.
" Peter ! " you screamed at the border of the window.
He turned his head towards you waiting for you to continue.
" You better come around soon or else I'll expose you. " you smiled just to show him that you wouldn't dare expose him.
" Sure thing, new friend. " he simply said and jumped on the roofs not even looking back.