You and me

Sequel to You make everything better, but can be read as a stand-alone.

Word Count: 1.3K
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (No gender specified)
Summary:  After Peter recounts the events of his fight with Captain America and his team, confessions are made.
Warnings: None.
A/N: I wrote this today because I wanted to take my mind off of the other things I’m writing that have backstories and more complicated plots– which means that this is fluff and a lil angst and then fluff again.

You’re sitting cross-legged on Peter’s bed, running your fingers through his hair while he rests his head on your lap. He’s talking animatedly, and from the faraway look in his eyes you can see that he’s lost in his own memories.

“And Bucky Barnes had this super cool metal arm and I touched it! And the Falcon had this awesome drone that threw me out the window and there was this man that Mr. Stark said was called Ant-Man who was like, super tiny.”

“Like an ant?” You ask, straining your face muscles to stop yourself from smiling. He stops talking and gives you an unamused look.

“Yes, obviously. Anyway–” He moves to sit up and you take your hands off his hair. “Spread your legs.” Your eyes widen in surprise and you laugh out loud.

“Damn, chivalry sure is dead.” You say in amusement– but the joke takes a couple of seconds to land on Peter. Once it does, his eyes widen and he blushes furiously– jerking back and lifting his hands up, shaking his head.

“I didn’t mean it like that! I– I just wanted to sit between your legs!” You fall back against his pillow, laughing heartily.

“I know, babe. Come here.” You manage to say once you’ve controlled yourself. You sit back and spread your legs, opening your arms for him. He covers his face and sighs exaggeratedly before moving at a snail’s pace towards you until he’s finally sitting in front of you, leaning back against your chest.

“As I was saying…” He begins, guiding your hands towards his hair again, and you continue massaging his scalp with your fingers. “Ant-Man was small, and then all of a sudden he was huge. And I saved War Machine and in the end Steve and Bucky got away anyway but it was amazing.” You kiss his cheek and he beams at you.

“I’m fucking killing Tony Stark for putting you through that– you know that, right?” You ask with a pleased smile and he nods before lifting his head up and kissing you softly on the lips.

“Just– you know… maybe wait a bit so I can get some benefits out of knowing him?”

“You will get all the goddamn benefits he can give you, baby.” You say while interlocking his fingers with yours. “That’s the fucking least he can do.” He looks at you with a bashful smile before hiding his face on your neck.

“I love you.” He breathes against your skin, making the hairs all over your body stand up.

“I love you too.” You say, leaning further back into his pillow. Peter lets go of your hands and turns around to rest his head on your chest and wrap his arms around you. You stay silent for some time as you continue caressing his hair, until you’re sure he’s fallen asleep. His eyes are closed and his breathing and heartbeat are steady. 

You take a deep breath and, in a very low voice, begin speaking.

“It’s terrifying to me that you’re Spider-Man. I know you’re doing so much good for so many people but every time you’re in pain it makes my chest hurt and I want to cry. I know it’s silly because you have superpowers and can do so many things now…” Your voice breaks and you feel a tear rolling down your cheek. You’ve never talked to Peter about this because you don’t want him to feel bad about what he does because that would be incredibly unfair to him, but you simply can’t hold it anymore– and there is no better time to say it than when he’s asleep and has no idea that you’re talking. “I feel horrible for feeling this way, but it’s just that I love you so much. I’m torn between loving what you’re doing for everyone and not wanting anything bad to ever happen to you.” One of your hands is buried in his hair while your other arm is holding him against you. You’re struggling to contain your sobs now, because you’ve been hiding away this for so long that now you feel like a gate has been opened and everything wants to come out at the same time. You’re crying in absolute silence– careful to not move too much because if Peter wakes up you’ll have a lot of explaining to do.

“I love you more than anything.” That’s Peter’s hoarse voice speaking, and it makes you gasp loudly in surprise. You look down to your chest where, sure enough, he’s looking at you with puffy eyes and a slightly trembling lip.

“Baby– I’m so sorry, I didn’t–” You blabber, eyes wide and scared.

“No.” Peter stops you. “I’m sorry. I never stop to think about how what I’m doing might affect you because you’re always there for me in the end of every mission– and you’ve always been this rock solid wall of support for me.” He stops to take a deep breath. “I should’ve realized you were worried about me. I’m so sorry.” He starts crying as soon as he finishes speaking and you pull him towards you immediately. He buries his face in your neck and sobs erratically, and you feel his tears wetting your skin and shirt. “I don’t want to be the person who causes you pain– ever. I just want to be the person who makes you happy and I want to tell you that I love you and you’re beautiful every day.” His breathing comes out in shudders and now you’re crying again because seeing him like this is breaking your heart– so you hold onto him tighter, and he does as well.

“I know, baby, I know.” You soothe, kissing his hair. “I will always worry, because that comes with being in love with you. I can’t help it. But you’re doing so much good and I’m so proud of you. So proud.”

“I love you. I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry.” He whispers, sniffling. You lift his head up and place a reassuring kiss on his lips.

“Thank you for everything you do for everyone.” You whisper against his mouth and he returns the kiss eagerly, getting lost in it immediately.

“Thank you for being there for me when I need you. You’re my anchor, and I love you. I promise I’ll find a way to make you worry less. I promise.” He deepens the kiss and you sink down on the pillows with him on top of you.

“I love you. I love you.” You mumble again and again in between kisses– and he repeats it every time you say it.

You’re breathless when you pull away, and Peter rests his forehead against yours while you try to regain your breath. His bruise is the first thing you see when you open your eyes, and you caress it softly with your finger before placing a feather kiss on the purple skin. Peter sighs when your lips make contact with it and falls down on top of you, unable to keep himself upright anymore. It doesn’t take him long to move away to lie on his side so he can look at you better, and once you’re both settled you move his hair away from his eye and kiss him one last time before he turns around, giving you his back. You wrap your arm around his waist and he moves back into you, settling comfortably against your body.

Neither of you say anything because you feel a little exhausted after pouring out your feelings in the midst of your tears– but it’s not necessary. You both know what the other feels. Peter plays with your fingers while you rest your forehead against his shoulder blades and as it usually happens when you calm down after crying, the drowsiness begins to settle in.

“Will you stay with me?” Peter asks as you’re about to fall asleep. You don’t miss the slightly insecure tone or how vulnerable he sounds– because you know he’s talking about more than you staying with him at this particular moment. 

You do the only thing you can– the only thing you do when he asks you this type of questions. 

You answer honestly.

“Always.”