multifandomsimagine:Imagine helping Peter take care of his injuriesNeither of them said anything as
multifandomsimagine:Imagine helping Peter take care of his injuriesNeither of them said anything as they sat in the safety of Peter’s room. Having already locked the door in case Aunt May decided to come in with out knocking, the two were free to care for Peter’s injuries. Having done this ever since she found about his secret identity a few months ago, [Name] was already becoming an expert on what to do. Motioning for him to stay laying down on his bed, she headed over to his closet, already knowing where to find the first aid kit he kept tucked all the way in the back of the top shelf, hidden behind boxes and clothes he didn’t wear anymore Once she grabbed it, she headed back toward him, sitting on the edge of the bed where she began opening it up. Already having a soft, damp cloth in hand, [Name] started cleaning the scratches on Peter’s chest. Carefully dabbing the wound, she frowned when she heard him hiss at the pain. “I’m sorry,” she told him, a sad look in her eyes. “I’m trying to be gentle but I need to take out the dirt or it’ll get infected.”He nodded his head. “I know. Thanks for helping me.”“Of course Peter.” Pausing her cleaning, she leaned over and pressed a small kiss on his lips. She took a hold of his hand and intertwined their fingers together. “I’ll always be here for you.” -- source link
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