Hiro's POV

I pace the floors anxiously awaiting the arrival of Peter. I know he is going to want to interrogate me...okay maybe that's a bit of a strong word. Talk to me. Yeah. I know he will want to talk to me about all this, but I'm not ready.

Then again I know his identity.

Maybe I should tell him I know.

A tap on the window makes me jump out of my skin. I can feel the heat rising as Peter crouches awkwardly on my windowsill, pointing to the locked handle.

I unlock it and he tumbles in, quickly drawing the curtains after him.

"We need to talk."

"Yeah we do..." Should I say it? It's going to come out eventually. Oh screw it! "...Peter."

"I guess we both have some explaining to do." He chuckles, pulling of his mask to reveal a slightly bruised face. Not that I can talk, I have several bruises and cuts littering my torso.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. It's just your dad really hates me and my friends, thinks we are dangerous and all that jazz. It's ridiculous really, but I didn't want to risk it."

"I understand, Hiro. Before my dad knew about Spiderman, the avengers were tasked to hunt me down and bring me in. I was terrified to tell my family, so I just kept hiding from them. Until Dad saw me sneaking out and finally put two and two together."

I gape as he explains this. He was hunted as well? That Fury dude is a right dick! Why does he insist on going after heroes when there is a world of criminals that need removing.

"Wow. I guess we are more similar than we first thought." I laugh, sitting on my bed. I can't help but wince as my body comes in contact with the bed. Peter catches on and shoots me a confused look.

"I may have gotten slightly hurt in the fight." I say with a blush. I hate showing people my weaknesses.

"Show me." 

I should really stop tempting fate. I meet his stern glare and can't help but comply. I carefully wriggle out of my shirt and squeeze my eyes shut. I can feel Peter's gaze on me and I don't know how to feel. My stomach is flipping like crazy, but my brain is screaming at me to cover up. Don't let him know you can get hurt. Don't let him see you're weak.

"Hiro..." Peter trailed of, concern laced in his voice. He kneels down in front of me and takes my hands. I crack my eyes open slightly, regretting it instantly as they gloss over with tears.

"I thought I could take them. But I'm nothing without Baymax. He left me for one second and they pinned me."

"Hiro look at me," Peter tilted my head so emerald green met deep hazel. "Don't ever think your nothing. Take away the suit and you get an amazing, caring insanely smart person who graduated high school at thirteen and works for Tony flipping Stark. Okay Baymax helps you on missions, but you are so much more than that. Never let yourself believe any different."

The pure shock of his slightly aggressive kindness made the stationary tears pour down my cheeks. Praise isn't something I am used to. Most people at school called me a freak or need. Or much more derogatory terms that in hind sight were true, to an extent.

I curl into myself, rocking ever so slightly. Peter reaches out, hesitating when his hands touched my bare shoulders. I assume he was checking for injuries as a second later I was in his arms. He hugged me tightly, rubbing calming circles on my back.

"Please don't cry. Because if you cry then I'm gonna cry and that will be no fun for either of us." I let out a tearful laugh and pull back. I give him a watery smile as I pull myself together. Well that certainly one way for this conversation to go!

After I gathered my emotions we talked endlessly about previous patrols (or missions in Peter's case). We talked well into the night and the next thing I knew my alarm was going off. I rolled over to turn it off, or throw it across the room, but was stopped by a strange weight across my chest. Weird, I must have wrapped myself in the sheets.

I move my hand down, my vision still distorted by sleep. But instead of sheets my hand brushed over a something cold and solid. I glance down and almost yelp. An arm. I risk a sideways glance and almost pass out.

Peter Parker slept in my bed.

How in the fuck did that happen??

Hmm how did that happen?? Guess you'll have to wait to find out. Sorry bout my wack updating schedule. At least I actually remembered to write today lmao