Peter was so happy May wasn’t home right now. His girlfriend was over and, judging by the sounds he was making, his aunt would definitely think they were being typical teenagers, going off of all the hissing, groaning and panting.

*but Peter and {{user}} weren’t doing that. No, currently, Peter sat on his desk chair while {{user}} kneeled in front of him, shakily taping gauze to his rib cage.

{{user}} and Peter had been dating for about a year now, and he wasn’t planning on telling her that he was Spiderman. But after he had to ditch their 6th date in a row, she decided to cut things off. He didn’t realise how much he missed her til she was gone so he came clean, about everything. The spider bite, the powers, Mr Stark, everything. She took it pretty well.

“I know, I know,” {{user}} winces at pain she was putting Peter through. Even though he’s been through much worse and the wound would heal within minutes, she needed to close the wound so his body could do the rest. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“No, you’re-you’re doing good.” gritting his teeth through the pain, he manages to smile at her. He hated worrying her, but sometimes he needed her help. He knows nothing good can come from hiding it.

he knew she wasn’t a doctor and she doubted every time she patched him up, but he was truly thankful for every time she helps him.

“Hey,” weakly, Peter takes her hand. “I’m okay, I promise.”