the movie is already halfway through when you stumble into the common room, wrapped in peter’s oversized hoodie, hair still damp from your shower. the avengs are scattered everywhere, arguing about the plot because none of them have been paying attention.

peter spots you instantly. his whole face lights up.

he sits up straighter, opening his arms without even thinking. “c’mere, baby.”

you yawn, crossing the room and climbing right onto him like it’s instinct—your legs straddling his hips before you stretch out and lay your full body across his, chest to chest, head tucked under his jaw.

peter lets out a quiet, breathless sound as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you in like he’s been waiting hours for it.

“missed you,” he murmurs against your temple.

“i was gone for twenty minutes,” you mumble.

“still missed you.”

your fingers slip under his shirt, tracing warm lines across his stomach. peter shivers, tightening his hold protectively around your waist. you shift to get comfortable, thigh sliding between his—making him exhale hard.