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Second person p.o.v avenger! reader Warnings: some angst at the end?

"Wait but I thought these were supposed to work from- oh." Your cheeks reddened, and you looked back at Peter when you heard him chuckle, a sheepish grin plastered onto your face.

"Whoops? I'll clean that up, I promis- oh." Peter pulled you into him, and took his web shooters from your hands softly. "Don't worry about it." he smiled, turning around to shake his head at the webs stuck to the kitchen counter.. "To be fair, I have real powers and I don't need stupid technology stuff for it to work."

Peter clicked his tongue in disagreement. "Well even with your real powers, you manage to be the inferior avenger than I am." You scoffed, throwing a glare his way before adding "Yeah? Well nobody asked."

Peter laughed whole heartedly, joining you on the armchair before pulling you into a breath taking hug. Literally. You both took a moment to giggle like children before you both shot up to the sound of a door opening. Steve walked past the kitchen and into the living room, speaking closely into his phone without shooting you a second look. Peter made eye contact with you before you both broke down in a fit of laughter.

"Yo what the crap is that!?" You gasped dramatically, running over to the other side of the kitchen. "Oh my fuck does Tony just keep cameras lying around everywhere!?" Peter joined your side, both of you now staring straight into the lens. "Not cool- wait how do I turn this o-"

The clip cut off and Tony sniffled, trying to hold back a sob as he clutched the camera in his hands tightly. He remembered that day well. He and Natasha had been sent on a mission and it was only a few hours after that video was filmed that they came back home.

"Tony!" You had yelled, running into his arms for a bone crushing hug. You and Peter both immediately delved into a speech about how Steve was so strict and hadn't let you take one of Tony's cars even though "You said it was okay!" "But he just wouldn't let us!"

Now Tony sat alone on the same armchair, with no one to do movie nights with or to scold for being reckless on missions.

He missed the look of guilt and embarrassment when he first walked in on you kissing. He missed the loud yells you made that could be heard across the compound when your favourite team won a game. He missed the little arguments you had about what to have for dinner. He missed being asked for help with the stupidest little things that two intelligent, life saving teenagers would definitely be able to solve if they put their mind to it.

But most importantly, he missed the two people who made him happiest. The two people who made him realise that he did indeed have a family of his own and who loved him as much as he loved them.

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This is one of my favourite pieces I have ever written and it only has 26 notes?? not cool

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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.