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killer-barnes · 7 years

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You’re My World.

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Peter gets hurt during a mission and the reader is there to help comfort him.

Word Count: 2,265 (I got carried away)

Warnings: Language, fight, blood, injuries, knives, hurting!Peter, comforting!Reader, fluffy fluff, sad stuff, so much cheesiness. (Let me know if I missed any).

A/N: For the anon that requested this, here you are m'dear! I hope you like it! I’m shit at bad ass fight scenes (really everything), but I tried. Feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy reading!

Walking into the conference room to discuss the mission a few hours ahead, the team is already seated.

Noticing a chair between Wanda and Peter, you sneakily take a seat.

“Nice of you to join us, Y/N” Tony points out, rolling his eyes.

“You bet, Stark.” You replied, saluting and smirking.

As he continued talking about the mission ahead, you drifted away in your thoughts.

This better be a quick mission…

HGTV ’s got new episodes of house hunters calling my name.

After packing the necessary supplies, the team and yourself load onto the quinjet.

The mission was just a simple grab and go of some files from one of the Hydra bases.

What was on the files was unknown to you, since you weren’t listening.

You were there to just kill and fight the bad guys, maybe grab a bite to eat.

Who knows?

Taking a seat next to Peter, you see him working on some Algebra homework.

Chuckling, you poke his side, “you’re such a dork, Spider-boy.”

Whipping his head up and blushing, he defends himself, “a-am not! J-just getting ahead of the game. Unlike you…”

Scoffing, you nudge him, “I’m doin’ just fine in Algebra. Thank you very much.”

Letting out a hum, Peter returns back to his homework.

Sighing, you decide to take a small nap, since the flight was going to be a couple more hours.

Leaning your head onto Peter’s shoulder, you feel him shudder at the contact, but slowly give in.

After what feels like a couple of minutes, you feel someone shake your shoulders. Slapping them, you groan, “five more minutes, pleaseee.”

Hearing Peter giggle, you open one eye.

“Babe, we need to head to the front. We’re almost there and Steve wants to go over the plan.”

Sighing, you slowly get up and pull Peter towards you, engulfing his warm mess.

“Mmm, you’re so warm, Pete. Can we skip the mission?” You mumbled, snuggling into his neck, as Peter’s face burns with a blush.

“Y/N, noo. We’ve been assigned this. Plus we get to be all bad ass! And you get to show off those speedy skills! C’mon, we can snuggle after, I promise.”

Pouting, you oblige. "Fine, but we better. There’s a new episode of house hunters tonight.“

Chuckling, Peter replies, “of course there is. Now c'mon, let’s go meet the team!”

Dragging your body towards the front of the jet, you and Peter grab an empty section of the wall to lean on.

“Alright, guys. For the plan, I’m thinking we split up to get the work done quicker. So, Sam and Clint, you two take care of the roof. Nat and Bucky will handle the upper floors, while Wanda and Bruce will guard the front. As for Y/N and Peter, you guys just get rid of anyone that comes our way, sound good? Tony and I will be getting the files on the lower level.”

Hearing murmurs of yeses and a few nods of the head, Steve lands the jet.

“Let’s suit up.”

Heading to the back of the jet, you grab a few little things since your main ability was speed.

Taking a few small knives and bombs, you secure them tightly in a hidden area on your suit.

As you finish up, you see Peter pull his mask over his face.

Grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the jet, you exclaim, “let’s kick some Hydra ass!”

After getting through the entrance, all props to Wanda and Bruce, the team splits into the assigned pairs Steve explained before.

As Steve and Tony sweep through the first floor to locate the files, you and Peter are checking through each and every part of the floor, in case someone tries to sneak up on either of you.

Rounding the corner, you see a handful of guards coming your way.

Well, shit.

As if Peter read your mind, he was quick to encourage.

��We’ve got this. Let’s show them who they’re messin’ with!”

Taking the first blow through, you flip several guards, before they even have the chance to grab their guns.

As you reach the other side, you see Peter webbing and twisting guards against the wall, unable to escape.

He directs his attention towards you, giving a thumbs up, but one guard decided to be sneaky and go up behind him.

Within the second of seeing the guard, you zip towards him, grabbing one of the small daggers in your suit and slicing a sliver into his neck, sending the guard tumbling to the filthy ground.

“That was FUCKING awesome, Y/N!” Peter shouted, his mouth agape and eyes wide.

“Close your mouth or you’ll get flies, Spidey,” you chuckle, sending a wink his way.

With a roll of his eyes and a blush of his soft cheeks, you two were off to fight more guards.

After a tackling a few sections of the building, you hear Steve report over the earpieces that they’ve received the files and are heading back to the jet.

Thinking Peter was listening to Steve, you start heading towards the exit.

As you turn around to give Peter a sly comment. He is nowhere to be found.

Fuck!

He was behind me…

Right..?

Dammit!

Panicking, you sprint back down the dirty, rusted hallway trying to locate Peter.

As you turn a sharp corner, you see Peter losing a fight against one of the guards.

You look closely and see his webbing is destroyed and has resorted doing hand to hand combat.

Idiot!

Too immersed in your own fucking thoughts to help, you hear a loud crack and thud to the ground.

Looking towards the ground, you expected to see the guard broken and shattered.

However, what you saw broke your heart into millions of pieces.

Peter.

Peter was lying on the molded, stained cement.

His leg was cracked, his head bruised, arms covered with gashes and cuts.

Shit.

This is your fault.

Rushing towards the guard in a split second, you jab three blades straight through his skull, sending him toppling to the floor.

Once he was dead, you fell on the ground towards Peter, pulling him into your arms, tears filling your eyes.

“Heey, Y/N. Was I bad ass? I felt bad ass.” Peter slurred as he glanced up toward you with lidded eyes.

“Pete, y-you broke your leg. O-Oh my god. This is all my f-fault. Fuck! I’m-” you sobbed, pulling at your hair.

“Y/N, no. No, baby, please. Don’t cry. I’m okay, see?” His voice shaking, while trying to move.

“N-No, don’t move, Pete. Please, I-I’m getting help- Steve! Peter’s hurt, bad. Please hurry. Plea- oh my god.” You cried, clutching Peter’s hand.

“Roger that, Y/N. Keep him awake and eyes open. He’ll be okay.” Steve replied.

Maybe if I checked behind me?

God, what the fuck, Y/N!

You shake your thoughts away as Steve approaches along with the rest of the team.

“Alright, we’re here. Wher-” Steve voice was caught in his throat as he took in Peter’s appearance.

“Holy shit.” Nat and a few others added, realizing how bad it was.

After rushing to get Peter to the jet and setting him carefully onto a gurney, you took a seat in the back a few seats from Peter.

Burying your face into your hands, silent sobs released. They were quickly ceased when Bucky walked by.

Sadly looking in your direction, Bucky takes a seat next to you, pulling you towards him.

“Y/N, it’s okay. He’ll be okay. It’ll take a while to recover… but he’ll get there. And please, god, don’t blame yourself. You nor Peter don’t deserve that.”

Looking down towards your feet, you nod your head, understanding.

Bucky grabs your shaking hands, adding, “he’s gonna need you the most, doll. You’re his world.”

Gripping his hand, you feel tears sting your eyes as you sigh, “I know, Buck. I jus- it was supposed to be a easy mission, y'know? In and out.”

“Doll, not every mission that Tony says is easy, will be. Every mission has its problems. You can’t expect everything to go perfectly, right?” Bucky chuckles.

Nervously laughing, you nod your head in agreement.

“Alright. Now, I want you to take a nap, okay? You can see Peter when you wake up.”

Mumbling an incoherent noise, you slowly drift off, praying this was all just a dream.

You jolt awake as you feel Bucky shift his position holding you.

“Sorry, doll. I didn’t mean to wake you.” Bucky smiles apologetically.

With a raspy, tired voice you reply, “no, no it’s okay. Thanks for letting me use you as a pillow. But, uh- are we back?”

“Yeah, we got back maybe 10 minutes ago. I didn’t want to wake you. I think you needed it.”

Giving Bucky a side hug, you mumble into his chest, “thank you, Bucky. I-uh, can I see Peter?”

He sighs. “Hmm, I’d maybe wait a little bit longer. He’s going to be in surgery for a while, y'know?”

Bringing your gaze to the floor, you nod.

“Go rest up. Friday will call you when they’re done, okay?”

With another nod, you slip from Bucky’s grasp and head into the tower towards your room.

Once you arrive, you strip off your suit and grab some comfy clothes; a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt of Peter’s.

After flopping onto your bed, you try to sleep, but so many destructive thoughts are going through your head.

You needed to be strong for Peter.

He needs you now more than ever.

After a few hours you fell asleep. Peter had come out of surgery by then, but no one wanted to disturb you since they knew you probably wouldn’t be sleeping for the next couple of days.

As another hour or two passes, Tony commands Friday to let you know Peter is fine and out of surgery.

“Ms. Y/N, I am to inform you that Peter is out of surgery. You may visit him in the medical.” Friday announces, waking you up.

After hearing those words, you were there in a second, literally.

A few others were in the room, but as soon as you arrived, they slowly started walking out.

Tony stayed behind, since he knew you’d have questions.

Walking towards the bed, you take in Peter’s features.

Bruised face.

Broken leg.

Stitches, everywhere.

You knew there was more to it, that’s why Tony was here waiting.

Grabbing onto Peter’s hand as softly as you could, you direct your attention towards Tony.

“S-So, uh- what is the damage?” You whisper, trying to stay strong.

Giving you a sad, sympathetic look, Tony begins.

“Well, besides all the bruising and cuts, he broke a few ribs, dislocated his shoulder, broke his left leg, and had a pretty intense gash on the back of his head.”

Mumbling a quiet ‘fuck’ under your breath, you hear Tony add something about it’s not your fault and if anything happens to let him know.

You were too focused on the whole reason he was here.

How it was your fault.

After a few hours of sitting by him and holding his hand, you feel a slight clench of his hand against yours.

Lifting your eyes towards Peter, you see his own flutter awake, slowly adjusting to the bright florescent lights hanging above him.

Turning his head in your direction, he lets out a breathy chuckle, smiling.

You smile sadly in return, desperately pushing the tears behind.

Moving so he could get a better look at you, Peter whimpers in pain and lets out a string of curse words.

“No, baby. Peter, please. Don’t move. It’ll make it worse. What do you need?” You asked, worry evident in your voice.

With a raspy voice , he whimpers, “I-I just wanted to get a better look at you. I-I m-missed you, Y/N. I w-want to see my girl.”

“Oh, Peter. I missed you so much. So fucking much. You have no idea, but I’m here. Shit, I- uh, what do you need? Anything? Wate-”

“C-Cuddles, p-please?” Peter interrupts, looking at you with wide, glossy eyes.

“I don’t want to hurt you, baby. You’re already in enough pain.”

Because of me.

You add, silently.

“Nonsense. P-Please?” He whined.

Giving in, you slowly make your way onto the small bed.

Slowly lifting Peter, you place him a little on top of you, but still comfortable on the bed.

Letting out a few cries and whimpers, Peter thanks you and accepts your warm embrace.

You feel tears fall down your cheeks, but no sound comes out.

After a few minutes of silence, you choke out, “I-I’m so s-sorry, Pete. T-This is all my fault.”

Lifting his head slightly to avoid any pain, Peter cries, “no, no baby. Please don’t cry. And please, dear god, don’t blame yourself. Please, baby.”

Tears freely falling, you turn your head to wipe Peter’s, feeling him devour into your touch and close his eyes.

Opening his eyes, Peter whispers, “we will get through this together, okay? No one is to blame here. We all make mistakes, Y/N. Fuck, I love you so much.”

Leaning your forehead onto his, you whisper back, “I love you, too,” as you both slowly make your way into sleep.

Before you drift off, Peter nuzzles into your neck, his whispering tickling your ear as he asks, “Y/N?”

Murmuring and running your fingers through his chocolate locks, you answer, “yes, baby?”

Pressing soft kisses to your neck, he breathes out.

“You’re my world.”

A/N: Well, this is a piece of cheesy shit, amiright? God, I’m sorry if this sucks, a lot has been going on.

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