TW: mentions of trauma.

I walked into Peter's room in Tony's house, a sigh leaving my lips as I saw the boy sitting on the edge of the bed. His eyes were squeezed shut, his teeth clenched in pain as he eased himself up and hugged his torso with his arm. I could tell that he was still in a lot of pain despite the fact that he had started to heal, and it killed me to see him like that.

"Need any help?" I asked, making him look up at me as I walked fully into the room.

"I'm okay, baby. I need to do this by myself." He nodded. I bit my lip and returned it, quiet groans and whimpers of pain leaving his lips as he stood from the bed. He puffed out and looked at me.

"Let's get out of here." He smiled. I chuckled and shook my head as I took his hand, our stay at Tony's house having come to an end as we left the room. We headed out into the living room, both of us giving Tony small smiles as he stood waiting for us by the door.

"It was lovely to host you two, even if it was because Peter almost died." He chuckled, making us laugh as he gave Peter a gentle hug.

"Thank you as always, Mr Stark. It means a lot." He nodded.

"Of course, kid. Look, I know that you two have a lot of your plates right now, what with thugs being sent after you every other day, but I'm having a party at the Tower next week. I'd love it if you could come, it'll be fun and will be a chance for you two to de-stress a bit." He returned the nod.

"Sounds amazing, Mr Stark. Thank you." Peter smiled. Tony returned it and patted Peter's shoulder before looking at me.

"You've got a good one there, Pete. Don't let her go." He shook his head. I looked down and tried not to blush, my lip in between my teeth and my heart feeling happy at the compliment.

"Don't worry, Mr Stark, I don't plan to." Peter returned. I looked back up at them and gave them small smiles.

"Thanks for everything, Mr Stark. As always, thank you." I nodded as we headed out of the door.

"Of course, you know where to find me if you need help. Now, get out of here and have a relaxing movie night or something, I don't know what kids do these days." He shrugged, making us chuckle as we headed down his path.

"See you at the party, Mr Stark." Peter smiled and waved as he took my other hand in his. I sighed and bit my lip, nerves filling my stomach at the idea of the party as we walked away from the man's house.

"Peter, seriously, what are we doing here?" I gulped, my hand still joined with Peter's as he dragged me through the women's formal dresses section of the very fancy and expensive-looking department store. Which, for some reason, Peter had insisted that we go to before going home.

"Simple. I'm going to buy you a dress for the party." He smiled. My eyes wavered.

"Peter, listen to me-."

"This one's nice, don't you think?"

"Peter, stop." I gulped as I pulled my hand out of his. He turned to look at me, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes slightly wide at my reaction.

"What's wrong, baby? Why do you look so upset?" He asked.

"Why do I look so upset, you ask." I scoffed and shook my head as I sat down on one of the pink pouffes that were in the section before burying my face into my hands. Peter sighed and sat down next to me, his hand landing on my back as he gently rubbed it.

"Talk to me, angel. Talk to me." He encouraged. I took a deep breath before looking up at him, making his face soften as tears were already falling from my eyes.

"Baby-."

"Three days ago, Peter, you almost died. You would have done if you were normal, your powers are all that saved your broken back from shredding up your insides. That's the closest that we've come to one of us actually dying, and yet we're sat here, talking about dresses a-and your boss' fancy-ass fucking party to wear it to. You almost died, the thug said your fucking name, they know who you are, and yet we're talking about a party, as if we won't risk our lives by going." I choked and shook my head. Peter sighed, the boy looking at me with apologetic eyes as his hand continued to soothingly rub the small of my back.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you by bringing you here. I understand what you're saying, I get it, I do, but I'm also so fucking tired, baby. I'm so fucking tired of everything being about whether we're about to be attacked again, whether we'll be alive by this time tomorrow, about how much this asshole may or may not know about us. Don't get me wrong, I realise that I almost died, and I'm so grateful for the fact that I didn't. I realise that the thug said my real name and that that's really bad, but I just want one night away from it all. I want us to have one night where we forget about it all, we forget that we're in danger and that we need to figure out who's doing this. I know that that sounds irresponsible as fuck, but I've been fighting the world since I got my powers at fourteen. I want a break, baby. I want it with you." He nodded. I sighed and closed my eyes, my head bowing again as tears rolled down my face. Because Peter was right. As much as I loved him, life was just so tiring right now with having to figure out who was after us and always looking over our shoulders. I was sick of it, and it was clear as fucking day that Peter was too.

"You're right, Peter. Fuck, you're right, we deserve one single night of not having to worry about any of this bullshit. One single night of acting like the young couple that we are. I'm sorry." I mumbled and shook my head.

"Don't be, angel, I understand. You're right to be worried, but we should be able to put that worry aside for one night." He nodded as he pressed his lips to the side of my head. I bit my lip and looked at him.

"Are you serious about buying me a dress?" I asked, making his lips curl into a smile as he took my hand and pulled me up to my feet again.

"Deadly serious. This place is expensive, but that's what we want. Mr Stark's salary for me has me covered just fine, and I haven't had the chance to treat you to anything apart from sex since I moved in, so this is my first real present for you. A dress." He announced proudly, making me laugh and shake my head as I started to look at the stunning garments that surrounded us on hangers and racks.

"Are you sure, Pete? Because these dresses look and feel expensive." I chuckled nervously as I gently picked up a gorgeous one-shoulder black dress that swept the floor and had a slit up one of the legs up to the thigh. It was simple but it was absolutely beautiful.

"I'm positive, baby. I'm making good money now, and buying you a nice dress is the least that I can do." He smiled, making me return it and gaze at the dress as I bit my lip. He stuck his hands into his trouser pockets and tried to catch my eye-line, but I was too enthralled by the dress to let him.

"Try that on one, angel. You'd look beautiful in it." He spoke. I looked at him.

"Really?" I asked hopefully. He nodded and gave me a small smile, making me return it and peck his lips before taking his hand and pulling him towards the dressing room.

Peter's P.O.V

"Baby, come on, we're going to be late!" Peter yelled, the boy's hands in his suit trouser pockets as he stood by their apartment's front door and waited for Y/N so that they could get going to Tony's party.

"He didn't say AT ten, he said FROM ten! I need time to look this good!" She called back from behind the closed bedroom door.

"I'm sure that you look stunning, angel!" He shouted back.

"Shut up!" She responded. Peter chuckled and shook his head as he looked down at his freshly polished black shoes. His mind started to wander, his heart starting to race as his fingers felt the soft velvet of the box in his pocket. He flicked his eyes back up to the bedroom door to make sure that Y/N wouldn't come out at the wrong time before taking the purple ring box out of his pocket. He opened it, his eyes flicking over the halo-style engagement stone that sat in the middle of the diamond encrusted silver ring. May had helped him pick it out for Y/N, and it was perfect. Peter couldn't help but bite his lip and let tears prick his eyes. The couple had been together for just about a year now, and he couldn't believe that they were in this position. A year and a half ago, Peter was shooting up every night, his body barely alive as he'd spend hours upon hours of every day wishing for his life to end already. And now, he was about to leave for a party at his billionaire boss' Tower, his Spider-Man suit tucked away in the closet so that he could have a night off, and with a ring in his pocket to use to propose to the love of his life. Things couldn't have been going better for the boy, it was so surreal that he often had to pinch himself to check that he wasn't dreaming. But no. All of it was real. Y/N was, the apartment was, his Spider-Man suit was, the engagement ring that would hopefully be on Y/N's finger by the end of the night was. It was all real, and Peter couldn't be more thankful for that fact. Suddenly, the bedroom door opened, making his eyes widen as he quickly snapped the box shut again before shoving it into his pocket as he looked up. His eyes widened further, a breath leaving his lips as Y/N walked out of the bedroom and turned to face him.

"Fuck." Peter breathed, the girl looking absolutely stunning from head to toe. Her hair was curled to perfection, the jewelled hair clip holding her hair back on one side of her head so that it joined the curls on the other side of her hair to tumble down and over her shoulders. Her smokey eyes, winged eyeliner and purple lips worked in perfect synchronicity to make her look almost gothic, but in a way that Peter was absolutely loving. And as for the dress that she'd picked out...wow. She'd ended up going with the first dress that she'd picked up, and it hugged her curves in such a flawless way. The shoulder strap moved down and formed perfectly into the chest piece, the slit up the leg giving Peter exactly the view that he wanted without giving him too much as the rest of the dress lay perfectly against her skin. He shook his head, his mind empty and his heart full of love as he just stared at her.

"So...how do I look?" She chuckled nervously as she folded her hands in front of her to hold her black clutch bag. He shook his head and flicked his eyes back up to her face.

"I'm in love with you." He shook his head. She laughed and nodded, her lip finding its way in between her teeth as she sauntered towards him.

"I'm assuming that you like it, then?" She teased, making him scoff and look down her body again as he curled his arms around her waist and she rested her hands on his chest.

"I-I love it, baby. I love it so much that I'm considering blowing tonight off and asking you to take it back off again so that we can just stay here and have sex instead." He nodded, making her laugh again.

"You know that we can't do that, Pete." She chuckled as she opened the front door.

"No, but I wish that we could." He stated, making her smirk and shake her head as they left the apartment for the night.