Y/N's P.O.V

I sat on my bed, thinking about the events of the day. I replayed what Peter had looked like when he saw me. It was a look that I had never seen on his face before. Shock turned to pure anger. I had never seen him like that before. And it terrified me. Suddenly, there was a knock on my window. I looked up and my eyes widened as Peter leant against the glass, his back against one side and his foot against the other, holding him up. His mask was off and he looked pretty beaten up. I gulped, slowly standing up and heading to the window. I opened it, making Peter fall into my arms.

"Jesus." I scoffed, catching his nearly limp body.

"Don't think that this means anything. I just didn't know where else to go." He mumbled, making me sigh as I wrapped an arm around his waist and helped him to my bed. He groaned as I let go of him, making him fall onto my bed.

"Really?" he sighed. I rolled my eyes and headed into my en-suite to grab everything that I would need to treat whatever wounds that Peter had managed to have inflicted on him. I walked back in and gulped slightly, trying to not to let on to Peter how much I missed him as he peeled his suit off of his body, pulling it down to his hips.

"Oh my god, Peter." I scoffed, looking at the several knife wounds on his chest, as well as a bullet hole just next to his six-pack.

"I know. It feels bad too." He spoke through gritted teeth. I sighed and looked at him. He was clearly in pain, but he was also being too stubborn about it to willingly show me.

"FRIDAY, run a scan on Peter's vitals and check for internal damage." I demanded, sitting on the edge of the bed next to his body and dowsing a cloth in rubbing alcohol.

"Wait, Y/N, won't that hurt?" he gulped, looking at the cloth.

"A lot, yes, but I can't close any of these without cleaning them first, otherwise, you may get an infection, so I'll cause more damage than I'll fix if I don't clean them." I shrugged.

"Freaking great." He mumbled, resting his head against my pillows and staring at the ceiling.

"Peter has suffered no damage to internal organs, and his internal bleeding is limited. This is a simple clean-and-patch-up job." FRIDAY spoke.

"Thank god for that." I mumbled before pressing the cloth against the first wound. Peter immediately gasped at the pain, squeezing his eyes shut and clutching at my bed sheets to try and deal with it.

"Oh my god." He choked through gritted teeth.

"I'm sorry." I muttered as I continued to clean the wound.

"No, you're not." He scoffed quietly. I looked at him.

"What?" I asked.

"I bet you're really enjoying me being in so much pain." He grumbled. My eyes widened slightly at his comment.

"Peter, I know that you're mad at me, and I know that you think I'm still mad at you for ending it, but the last thing I want is to see you in pain. But unfortunately, seeing you in pain trumps seeing you dead because you didn't get these wounds tended to." I nodded. He sighed and looked at me.

"Sorry. I'm in a lot of pain right now." He mumbled.

"I know. It's okay." I nodded, making Peter look at me as I continued to clean the wounds.

"Nearly done." I spoke as I sewed the bullet hole shut. Peter's hands were in fists around my bed sheets, his arms so tensed that I thought they would break. He groaned at the pain, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to cope with it.

"And...there. All finished." I nodded, making Peter sigh in relief and relax into the bed as I cut the string and tied it up.

"What even got you in such a mess?" I asked, standing up to put the bloody gauze into the bin.

"A very nasty pair of muggers, who were up to their eyes in weapons." He shrugged as he got his suit back on and pressed the Spiderman logo on his chest, making it fit around his form. I sighed and looked at him, my eyes widening slightly as he was already up and walking towards the still open window.

"You're going already?" I asked. He looked at me.

"Thank you, for patching me up. But that doesn't make us even for me not knowing whether you were alive or dead for the last two months." He nodded, his eyes slightly red.

"Peter." I choked. He sighed before climbing up onto the windowsill and jumping out of my room.