𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 - 𝟓

Bare ✵

Post shower and ready to drag yourself into bed you looked up at the ceiling fighting sleep when you heard your door creak, Peter's eyes darting around the dark room till they landed on your stiff body. "Hey are you awake?" You nodded stupidly, "yeah I'm up." You twisted around in the sheets, scooting over so he could have get half the bed, "is my dad asleep?"

He just shrugged as he climbed into the bed, "Friday where's my dad?" you asked aloud, one of your favorite parts of the new update was tracking where you all were in the compound. "Mr. Stark is in the suite." You just shook your head a little, "safe and clear." Peter sighed resting into the bed comfortably, "I can't believe you own Spider-Man pants," you giggle looking at his choice of pajamas.

You two talked for a while about nothing and everything as you usually did, you fell asleep and Peter just watched for a while, your tense expression dwindle away, sleeping on his chest as you curled up tighter against him. It wasn't long until sleep over came him and he too slept long and hard.

When you woke up, you rushed Peter out and back to his room stealing kisses and feeling the adrenaline of doing what you're not supposed to.

And this continued for a week, a full week of blissful domestic sleeping, the best sleep of your life. Cuddled into your boyfriend's body and completely aware of your maybe consequences.

Friday night you sat around the dinner table. "Not for you to take this the wrong way but when is May getting back Peter?" Sam's question has everyone's eyes on the two of you, trying to hide the fact that you're holding hands under the table. "She's supposed to get back Monday- I'm excited, I haven't seen her in forever." Sam just nodded to the answer going back to his mash potatoes.

After dinner you all gathered in the living room to play some games, laughing and fights and boards flipping halfway through a game of life. "Y'know Thor maybe you should have six sets of twins," everyone laughed at the joke seeing his two cars trailing behind another. "Haha, you and Peter are probably the only ones here who will have kids." Wanda blurted and you wanted to dissolve. Of course Tony hadn't taken that the wrong way but everyone kinda shut up. The game ended with Vision being victorious and everyone went their separate ways.

Peter was the next to slip up, on Saturday night you were doing what you usually did, watching a horrible reality show on Netflix about nothing but sex and bikinis and girls with awful fake tans. Bucky, who luckily always found a way to spend time with you on saturdays, was really invested, though he'd never admit it. "I really really thought Brad and Angela were gonna get together by the end of that episode," you laughed at his commentary.

Bucky was sitting in a criss cross position on the floor between your legs as you sat on the couch, "Buck, I swear your hair is gonna look.. fantastic," you chuckled as you braided another section, "are you sure you don't want Rasta beads on the front?" He scoffed eyes still trained on the TV in front of him. "No Sam would laugh at me and Steve would probably make me take them out." You leaned to the side and forward to look at him smirking and continuing with trained hands at the clusterfuck of braids in his hair.

"I think when you take these out your hair's gonna be like beach wavy," taking a comb and brushing out another section. "Like Michael's hair?" You sometimes forget he's not up to date on all the technical girl stuff, "yeah Michael's hair makes him like 10 times hotter."

"Who's hot?" You practically jumped out of your skin, Bucky got startled and went into defense mode. "Peter what the fuck, you don't sneak up on people like that!" You slung an arm over the back of the couch to hit him but he just laughed and swung over the couch to sit next to you. "Another trash reality show marathon," he laughed as he watched the show along with you.