Requested by kayleemeaghan: Y/N and Peter are dating, and Y/N has a nightmare one night. She's all sweaty when they're sleeping, and Peter wakes up and tries to wake her up too before comforting her over the nightmare.

*Lil' definition for you guys, because I've used a term that I think doubles with its normal definition to also be British slang, so here ya go:

Shattered - very tired*

My eyes drooped with tiredness, my body fighting to stay awake as I lay on top of my boyfriend of three years, and watched TV. Peter's fingers gently ran through my hair, the action loving and yet not helping my tiredness as we wound down for the night. My boyfriend's eyes flicked down to look at me.

"You tired, baby?" He asked softly as he leant down and pressed his lips to my hair.

"No, I'm fine." I mumbled and shook my head, though my quiet voice deceived me.

"Angel, I can tell that you're trying to stay awake. It's okay, we can go to bed." He chuckled and shook his head.

"Yeah, okay." I nodded and gave him a small smile, making him return it as I climbed off of him and stood up from the sofa. Peter stood up after me, my boyfriend turning the TV off before taking my hand and intertwining our fingers. Peter and I had lived with each other for six months now, since we'd made the decision to move into our own apartment and only make the Avengers' Tower an occasional place to stay. I loved having my own space with the love of my life, the step having been the first one in our journey to settling down together and starting a family eventually, even if we were still relatively young. But that didn't matter to us. Peter and I headed through to our bedroom, him playfully swinging our joined hands as we got into the room.

"God, I need a lie-in tomorrow, I'm shattered." I chuckled and shook my head as we both started to get undressed before getting into our pyjamas instead.

"That sounds amazing, babe. Nice sleep and cuddle tomorrow morning." He smiled, making me return it and bite my lip as we climbed into bed and pulled the covers over our bodies.

"I love you." Peter spoke, my boyfriend leaning down and pecking my lips as he talked.

"I love you too, Pete. Goodnight." I returned quietly before turning over so that my back was turned to him. I sighed out in bliss, my head hitting the pillow as Peter curled his arm over my waist and pulled me back into his body so that we were spooning. I let my eyes flutter shut, my body starting to slip into the grasp of sleep as I released one last tired breath, and let myself fall asleep.

Peter's P.O.V

Peter's eyes fluttered open, his ears picking up the sound of quiet whimpering and crying as his body got pulled out of sleep. He opened his eyes fully, his eyebrows furrowing at the quiet sounds that were filling the room. He leant up onto his elbow and looked over Y/N's body to look at his girlfriend as he tried to figure out where the sounds were coming from. His eyes widened slightly, his heart sinking as the whimpers were coming from the girl who was still asleep. Y/N's skin was coated in a thin layer of sweat, her eyes squeezing shut as her head lulled from side to side, and her body fidgeted in Peter's arms. It was clear that Y/N was having a nightmare, and a bad one at that. Of course due to the couple's line of work, it was sadly normal for them to suffer from PTSD and therefore to have nightmares that were potentially worse than other people's would be. Peter knew first-hand how bad his own nightmares could be, but he also knew from Y/N talking to him that hers could be just as bad. And so Peter knew that he needed to try to wake her up, he needed to try to save the love of his life from the horrible memories that were kept in her own head.

"Baby, hey, wake up, you're okay." Peter spoke softly, the boy cupping her cheek and tilting her head towards him as he tried to wake her up.

"Come back to me, angel, you're alright, you're safe, wake up." He continued to try to wake her up as he gently rubbed her cheek with the pad of his thumb.

Y/N's P.O.V

I sprinted through the ruins of the Tower, tears and blood streaming down my face as I desperately tried to find someone, anyone, out of the team that had survived the blast.

"PETER! TONY! NAT, STEVE, ANYONE, PLEASE!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I stopped and gave myself a second to look around. I choked and shook my head, my body dropping to my knees amongst the rubble as my heart went numb in my chest. I couldn't see anyone, couldn't find anyone, and that was making my heart break. Due to the fact that we'd gotten into this situation through a missile having blown up our home, the mountains of rubble surrounding me from all angles meant that I wouldn't even be able to see the corpses of my teammates if they were buried. Meaning that I didn't even have the reassurance of no bodies meaning no death.

"PETER! PLEASE, WHERE ARE YOU?!" I sobbed, my hands clenching into tight fists as I desperately yelled out for my boyfriend. After all, it would devastate me if any of the team had died in the blast, but I would be beyond broken if the missile had taken the life of my boyfriend. Of the boy who I wanted to spend the rest of my days with. I squeezed my eyes shut, silent tears streaming down my face at the idea that I was alone. That my entire family, and the love of my life were gone forever. That thought alone was enough to kill me too. I choked and shook my head, my body collapsing the rest of the way to the ground as I just curled into the foetal position and hugged myself tightly. I lay there and sobbed to myself, everything hurting and yet so fucking numb at the same time as I just lay in the rubble, and desperately wished that I would meet the same fate as my family and boyfriend had met.

"Baby, hey, wake up, you're okay."

"Come back to me, angel, you're alright, you're safe, wake up."

My eyes shot open, a gasp leaving my lips as I was pulled out of sleep and my body jolted into a sitting position.

"Woah, baby, you're okay, it's okay." The familiar hand gently cupped my cheek, it turning my face to look at Peter as he spoke. My boyfriend's chocolate eyes flicked worriedly over my face as he studied me.

"Are you okay, angel? Talk to me, my love, what was the nightmare?" He cooed as he held my other cheek too and gently pressed our foreheads together. I choked and shook my head, my eyes squeezing shut and my hands shaking uncontrollably with the pain of the nightmare as tears streamed down my face.

"I-it-it-fuck, it was the same n-nightmare, the same fucking one, t-the tower got destroyed and I was alone, I was fucking alone, everyone was gone, you were gone." I sobbed and shook my head. Peter sighed and nodded as he looked at me with sad eyes, his thumbs gently massaging my cheeks in an attempt to reassure me and calm me down.

"It's okay, babe, you're okay. I'm so sorry that you had that nightmare again, but I'm alive, I'm okay, we all are, it wasn't real." He reassured as he kept our foreheads pressed together. I gulped and nodded, my heart starting to return to its normal pace at Peter's words as my boyfriend continued to calm me down.

"I-I know, I know, it just always so convincing, feels so real. I hate it." I whispered.

"I know, angel, and I completely understand. I know how awful and real your nightmares are. But you're safe, I promise. I have you." He promised as he leant in and started to gently kiss the tears off of my skin. I nodded and let him hold me, Peter always knowing exactly what to say to make me feel alright again. And that was just one of the reasons why I loved him so much.

"Can we just cuddle and talk until I fall back asleep? I don't want to go back to sleep just yet." I mumbled quietly.

"Of course, my love. We can stay awake for as long as you need us to." He nodded, making me gulp and return it as he pulled back from my head, but only to wrap his arms around me instead. He gently lay us down again, my head nuzzled into the crook of his neck and my hand holding his pyjama t-shirt as his hands soothingly ran through my hair, and rubbed up and down my back. We just lay there, my mind back to feeling safe and protected in the arms of the love of my life. After all, Peter was my comfort. And he always would be.