IMAGINE !
o. YOU STITCH UP PETER AFTER HE
SHOWS UP BATTERED AND BRUISED . . .

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Peter Parker was sat down on your bed, covering his eye with an ice pack while he tried to suppress the wound that was open on his leg. He had recently been on a mission to capture three bank robbers that had been running around town for quite a bit, and while he did end up catching them, the fight that had gone down didn't end pretty - for either side.

He couldn't think of a better place to go, so, Peter snuck into your room through the semi-open window, hoping that maybe you could help him get all put back together. A year ago, you all had to take a class involving health and doctor-related topics. He knew the basics of stitching up a wound, but he - obviously - couldn't do it by himself.

You rushed back into the room, first aid kit sat in your hands. Even though he only had a cut on his leg, you acted if he was about to die. Though, if you keep rushing around for unnecessary items for the next few days, he'd probably die. Peter whistled, getting your attention and quickly shushing him.

"Sorry, but do you really need five towels, a floss stick, and a pack of gummy worms?" Peter quavered, wondering if you had randomly picked them up or if you were actually going to use them on him. He desperately hoped it was the first option. "I don't want to die today."

You scoffed, placing all the things down on your bed. Carefully lifting up Peter's leg, you placed a few towels underneath it, not wanting to get blood or something on your blankets. "My God, Peter, you really need to learn to be patient and how to be more careful in your missions." You said.

He rolled his eyes, your protectiveness of him making the butterflies in his stomach start to awaken. His eyes scanned over you, watching as you carefully started to piece your things together and start to stitch him up; only wincing when he felt a little pinch on his leg. "Are you considered my personal stitcher-upper now?" Peter asked, earning a concentrated smile from you.

"I guess," you slightly shrugged, not wanting to mess up on your stitching job. The two of you had known that you both liked each other, but neither of you would start the conversation about it. And even when you did, one would walk away or completely tune the other out. You decided to start the conversation, knowing that he couldn't go anywhere. "but only if you take me out on a date, Peter."

When you looked up at him for a split second, he had a small pout on his face. He smiled as soon as your eyes met his. Looking back down at your work so far, you realized that you were almost done. Peter took the chance to speak up. "I wanted to be the one to ask you on a date." He whined.

You finished up the last stitch, the wound on his leg completely fixed. Placing an abnormally large band-aid on top of your work, you turned your attention to Peter. "I saw the chance and I took it." You teased.

He held his arms open, motioning for you to envelop yourself in them. You set the first-aid kit on your nightstand, then enveloping yourself in his arms. He held onto you tight for a minute, not wanting to let go anytime soon. His heart started beating quick when your head touched his shoulder.

"But yes, I will take you on a date. And I will personally plan it," He beamed, looking into your eyes. "It'll be perfect."