𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐞𝐛 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ⟿ Peter Parker Fanfic

50

"Ok, clean sweatpants and a plain shirt" Peter walks to the bathroom we share and places my clothes on a white shelf in the corner of the room

"Thanks... now I just need to, ugh... untie my shoes" I grunt while carefully undoing the ties

Forget about fighting Vulture... try to step into a fully clean and white bathroom full of dust and smelling like barbecue and then trying to remove your shoes and clothes without staining the room

"Sure, sure... what more do you need?" Peter rapidly asks and I peek my head to see if I have all my hygiene stuff

"uhhhhh... I need my underwear... please" I casually say and cock my head to the clothes Peter previously brought

And just in the speed of light, Peter ears, neck and face turned red as a tomato, no, no... more like a ruby color. He draws his brows together and his eyes widen. 

"Uh... oh... I..." he stutters looking back at my clothes and then back to my face "No... you don't need them, you're ok!" he waves his hands trying to convince me, his voice is more of a high pitched cry and I huff

I quirk my brow at him "You're saying I don't need my underwear...?" I mutter standing up from the lid

"Yes! I... no! is that... you and your clothes... and you..." he points to me in an awkward way so I bring my hands in front of me

"You need to help me here Parker... I'm dusty as hell, just take them and bring them here... close your eyes if that helps" I suppress a loud laugh from my lips just sensing his awkwardness

"No! no! you take them! ok... they're yours, right? you wouldn't do it if they were mine..." he tilts his head as I snort

"Do what?" 

"... touch... my boxers..." Peter steps back until his back hits the door so I take the chance and walk closer to him

"Which ones...? the ones on you... or the folded ones?" I purr at him, my eyes fixated on his dilated pupils

"Wha....? I... just... stop teasing me!" he pouts and I throw my head back laughing as hard I can "It's not fair!"

"Peter Benjamin Parker...." I turn away from him and slide the frosted shower door "If I don't see my underwear when I get out of the shower... I'm going to turn to dust your bed and I'm not going to let you sleep in mine...come on, they don't bite"

"...no... but you do..." I hear Peter mumbling under his breath and I turn to look at him with a grin and he reluctantly takes my key and opens the door and closes it behind him

I cautiously remove my almost black clothes and leave them on a corner, I close the shower door and start figuring how the water flow works here. After three attempts, the hot water starts hitting my back and I moan feeling my muscles relaxing. Once I'm ready I bring my clothes inside to remove the horrible smell and the layer of dust. I squeeze out the water and take my bathrobe wrapping myself in it. The steam already fogged the mirrors, I peek to see my clothes and I just huff and facepalm at the sight of what is on top of them.

My underwear is inside a plastic bag... I presume that Peter didn't want to touch them. When I'm already changed, I pick up my hygiene products and store them inside a cabinet, with a small towel I mop the little drops on the white tiles and exit the bathroom, the cold air hitting my warm skin as I quicken my steps to reach to my dorm, it's locked.

"Peter" I call him while knocking two times on his door, I hear his steps inside and the door opens, his lips pressed in a line

"...hey! so uh..."