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Tasm! peter parker x reader. 484 words. [Drabble]

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"Here, Give it."

A frustrated grunt leaves his lips as your hand reaches for his suit. Peter's ears tinging just the littlest bit red and you can't tell if it's you or the prickling cold.

So you close the window before giving him another pointed stare, your hand still extended.

"Y/n..you- you don't have to-"

"I'll fix it, give."

His fingers reluctantly leave the red fabric as yours clutch it tight. His gaze downwards, murmerring to himself for a few seconds.

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You were seven when you went up to your mother, determined to learn how to sew. How to mend your own clothes and how to fix your torn stuffies.

Little did you know that You'd find yourself stitching up the suit of a masked hero.

Heck they should give you the title of spiderman-2 if mending this suit kept the city crime free.

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"Watch out Spiderman!"

A yell rang out behind peter, his senses had been tingling but he could not for the life of him figure out why. Everything was fine, the criminal had been put down and the police were quite close to putting this man behind bars.

'What is this feeling'

The building behind him collapsed, his ears ringing with the noise of the blast.

In his hurry to evacuate the citizens, evacuate you...he had forgotten that the bomb had yet to detonate.

Peter found himself flung to a nearby colunm, back first as his head pounded from the aftershock.

He tried his best to lift his arm to hold onto it. The rip of a fabric caught his attention, features wincing almost as a habit as he already dreaded having to show up to your home, even after he had saved you it seemed you weren't gonna get a good nights rest.

That is why Peter found himself here, sitting half naked on the floor of your bedroom, picking at the fibers of your carpet and occasionally glacing up to see your tongue poking out the corner of your lips as you concentrated.

"I'm sorry, really..."

He said moving his eyes back to the floor. The pink in your carpet suddenly all the more interesting.

"Don't be, you saved my life peter, you saved a lot of people today."

Your soft voice cut throught the awkwardness, tenderly in an attempt to show him he was wrong.

Putting the final knot in the stich, you moved to the floor alongside your boyfriend, scooting closer to him and tossing the mended fabric aside.

You placed your hand to his cheek, in a gentle yet firm manner.

"You did good...I'm proud, Pete."

His lips curved into a makeshift smile as a breath of amusement left his nose.

Leaning in and touching his forehead to yours, he says what he always does, like a rehersed script.

"You always say that"

And you reply, as you always do.

"And I always mean it"

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