Just a Scratch - Peter Parker Summary: Peter gets hurt on a mission and the reader fixes him up.

"Come on Peter, how's the pain a ten, it's just a scratch - oh." Blood coloured your hands red and you gasped. What had looked like a long paper cut actually turned out to be a large gash on Peter's abdomen.

He visibly gulped, his eyes tearing up a little and you kissed him softly on the lips. "Everything'll be okay. The pain will go away soon - just take deep breaths and it'll be gone before you know it."

You went to fetch the first aid kit from your bathroom. You then opened the mini fridge that was placed next to your bed. You took out the first ice pack you saw before wrapping it in a towel and handing it over to your pained boyfriend for his black eye.

Peter didn't make a sound as you disinfected his wound and stitched it up. Usually he'd be whining and asking for kisses but his silence showed you that he was in excruciating pain.

His hand was gripping the edge of your bed, not letting go for one second. The other one was holding the ice pack against his eye, nails digging into the towel. When you were done, his eyes were tightly shut and his grip on the wood was unyielding. You fetched one of his sweaters and sweatpants from your closet, and sat down next to him on your bed.

You slowly ran a hand through his hair, not wanting to startle him or somehow hurt him. He finally looked at you though his body was still clearly tense. "Would a hug make you feel better?" Peter gave you a smile, shrugging lightly.

You wrapped your arms around him carefully and felt him smile. The ice pack fell to your laps and Peter wrapped his arms around you lazily. You angled your head so you could kiss his jaw but then pulled away to go wash your hands.

When you returned, Peter hadn't moved from his position. He was still sitting up, hands on his laps. The top part of his spider suit was off but the bottom one was still clinging onto him. You tugged it off completely, handing him the clean clothes.

When he didn't move to take them, you put them on for him. He lifted his hips off your mattress to help and put his arms through the sleeves of his sweater. You tilted your head and looked at him for a moment.

You moved to your mini fridge once more, putting the ice pack back in and taking out some chocolate and leftover pizza. Peter loved pizza, whether it was boiling hot or borderline freezing.

"I love you so much." Those were the first words he said since he had stumbled through your window and asked for your help. His voice was shaky and raspy. It was clear that he didn't do much talking since he got hurt. He'd usually talk to himself and whine while coming over to you for help but you had a feeling that didn't happen today.

All you did was smile at him softly. At this stage in the relationship you didn't have to say it back. He knew. Of course he knew. You wouldn't act the way you do if you didn't love him.

You opened the chocolate wrapper and handed it to Peter. He laid down slowly, pulling the covers over him and snuggling into you. He ate the chocolate joyfully, head on your laps as you played with his brown curls.

You opened the pizza box before leaning down to kiss Peter's head softly. You spent the night in quietude, both eating from the cool pizza. When Peter started dozing off to sleep, you picked up your phone, telling May he was with you and was okay.