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"Hey," Peter called, landing next to you "How's it going?" He asked, leaning back against the roof, and letting out a relaxed sigh as he looked out at New York, the large expanse of the city, it seemed to glow as the sun started setting, showing off the soft oranges and reds in the sky.
You grabbed a can of sprite from your backpack, hissing slightly as pain radiated through your body at the motion before turning back and holding it out to him. Taking it, he cracked the tab before pulling his mask off, dumping it next to yours.
"How was school?" You tried, looking over at him. He glared at you, rolling his eyes "C'mon Pete, it couldn't have been that bad, you're a good kid." You grumbled at him. He sat up abruptly, startling you as anger rolled off him.
"It was shit, you know what these people are like." He grumbled, you sighed resting your head on his shoulder.
"I can hope, can't I?" You asked him, his hand moved to your thigh, rubbing soothing circles against your suit, you glanced up at his face as you noticed him watching the way your suit moved with the motion. "You're going to make pink with our suits if you're not careful." You teased him, he laughed, looking at you before pressing a kiss to your head.
"Turn on some music, will you?" He teased back, reaching over, you pressed the Bluetooth speaker power button, grabbed your phone from your backpack and hit play, not bothering to wait for it to pair and instead just hoping it would.
"You know, New York is nice and all, but I wonder what the rest of the world is like." You spoke softly, looking out at the city, barely able to see any of the people going about their days, so unaware of what was happening around them, you turned slightly looking at Central Park, the green stuck out awkwardly from behind the buildings but it was one of your favourite places to go with Peter.
"What? we can't leave, do you know what this city would turn into if we did?" Peter pulled away from you as you brought your knees up to your chest frowning, wincing slightly at the pain radiating through your side, trying to hide the wince on your face.
"So what? Some other super would take care of it, besides we can't be stuck in this loop forever, I'm not going to be Spiderman until the day I die, Pete," You stated firmly looking at him. "I'm not going to die for this city when it's done nothing in return for us" You continued, the soft hum of music filling your ears as the sounds of cars and the train rushing past almost drowned it out, the city never seems to sleep.
"We are these people's only hope against those criminals we can't quit and move on; they won't, so we can't," Peter said, turning his body towards you and you sniffled wiping at your face.
"I want to see the world, Pete." You spoke softly "So what if that makes me selfish, we should be able to live like everyone else" You spoke laying back, taking deep breaths as you tried to calm down.
"It's only been 6 years, not that long!" He tried, and you sent him a look, something seemed to click in his head as he narrowed his eyes looking over you "What happened today?" He asked, looking down at your suit, he only now noticed the rips and tears in it and the blood splattered against the white and blue of your suit. "Jesus Christ, are you okay?" He asked looking at where the blood was.
"I messed up Pete," You spoke softly
"What happened?" He panicked, you sniffled again before turning on your side, a giant burn married your skin. "Who did this?" He asked anger thrumming through him, reaching out but stopping, he tried again his hand hovering for a moment before he pulled back, hesitant.
"It was an accident Doc Ock, hit a power pole and it fell on me as I was trying to grab the people underneath. I saved them, but then his goons surrounded me. It hurt so much Peter, I couldn’t even think about holding back," Your voice got quieter with each word.
"It's alright." He soothed, laying down next to you, placing his palm against your cheek, tears falling down your cheeks, he let out a shaky breath pressing his forehead to yours as he thumbed against your skin "You're okay, we're okay. It was an accident, it'll happen" He spoke softly.
"I killed so many people, Peter," your voice breaking and wavering with each word.
"Hey, hey. It's okay," He soothed "You didn't mean to, it's not your fault" He spoke pulling you closer. You laid in his arms with your eyes closed. You listened to his heartbeat and tried to steady your breathing, calming yourself down. You felt his fingers gingerly brush against your side, just barely for a moment.
"You can touch it- doesn't hurt anymore." You spoke softly feeling his fingers brush against the area again, it was sensitive but numb at the same time, you jumped at the sensation.
"I had a spider-sense moment earlier today, was that you, wasn't it?" He asked softly against your hair.
"Most likely," You spoke looking slightly up and past his shoulder at the buildings and a lone plane in the sky, it was lit up against the darkness of the sky.
"I should have checked on you" He spoke running his hands over his face, leaning forward as he looked over the edge of the roof. "I checked on Aunt May first, It's usually her. I thought you were at college today." He sighed against your hair.
"I was at college, but then the reports came in, so I left," You spoke softly, the blood sticking on the inside of your suit reminding you how badly you had bled into your suit “I need to get this off, it’s disgusting.” You mentioned.
“Let’s get you home then,” He offered as he grabbed the bags and you held onto the speaker as you swung back to your apartment. Pushing the window open jumping down as you tossed the speaker on the couch, your apartment was small, one bedroom, one living room attached to the kitchen. It was the bare minimum but it was the best you could get working and studying, you paused looking back seeing Peter standing at the window, hesitating before he stepped in.
"Staying the night?" You asked him and he nodded, pulling his mask off, and tossing it onto the kitchen counter. "Your clothes are where you left them last time," You offered, gesturing towards the bedroom, he headed into the bedroom. You yanked your suit off, assessing the damage on the counter, and cursing at the broken seams and the torn fabric It would take you a while to fix but it would take longer to make a new one, your backups were busted and you had them on your to-do list but hadn’t got around to actually doing it.
"Can you fix it?" Peter asked, placing his hands low on your hips as he stood behind you, you leaned back against him. He looked down at the damage his face scrunching slightly "Shit, that's bad. You got a spare?"
"No, my others still need repairing" You grumbled, he leaned his head on your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your neck. "Pete" You warned, remembering how sweaty you were.
"let's get you showered," His soft words seemed to break through your facade, pain smashed into your body, tiredness clouded your mind. He seemed to notice and lead you towards your shower, helping to wash your body, scars and wounds littered your skin. "It looks clean, doesn't seem infected," Peter spoke softly as he pulled you out of the shower wrapping you in one of your shitty towels, he smoothed his hands over your shoulder before pulling the towel over your head half-drying it, he wrapped it back around your shoulders and pressed a kiss to your forehead before pulling you to his chest as he held you. "You're going to be okay" He whispered into your damp hair.
"I know." You whispered softly half-believing him, he pulled you into the bedroom, helping pull some loose clothes onto you. Being in a skin-tight suit all day made you appreciate loose clothing a lot more. You fell into bed, moving under the covers as Peter disappeared into the other part of the apartment, you could feel the rough skin of your wound with each movement, pulling slightly and it made you hyper-aware of how badly of a burn it was, the rough sheets of your bed weren’t helping.
"Music?" Peter offered, holding up the speaker you nodded against the bed, face pressed against the cool sheets as he placed it on the dresser, turning it up as he tossed his phone onto the bed he clambered into bed with you, pulling you close, his hand resting against your thigh, you tucked your head against his chest, listening to his breathing and heartbeat as it lulled you into an uncomfortable sleep.