Peter convincing the decathlon team to let him take off a few days from studying with the group, wanting to be with you considering you had been injured during one of your missions.

You hadn't told anyone the fact that you had been stabbed, only Peter knew. You had convinced everyone else that you had simply bruised your abdomenーand everyone bought it.

"Peter, I'm fine. I promise." You laughed, pressing a kiss on his cheek. He looked down at your stomach, knowing exactly where your wound was.

"I just want to know you're safe. Plus I think we both know you'll need help carrying your backpack. Therefore, I'm your assistant for the week, my love."