Can you write a Peter Parker x reader where the reader is a mutant (fairy wings, telekinesis) and she gets injured. As a result, Peter has to rescue and take care of her and its fluffy and cute? I really love your work!!!
(Hope you like it!)
Warnings: the reader gets injured
Using my telekinesis, I sent the lid of a bin into the gut of some accidental super villain. Seriously, this guy had no clue what they were doing. He raised his hands and white hot flames shot out of them. Really? Why couldn’t he control water?
As I held a car over a small group of people who would’ve been toasted, my phone rang. Using my powers, I answered it so whoever was calling me could speak to me while I used my Bluetooth.
“(Y/N), I’m running a little late!” Peter Parker told me. I groaned and threw the melted car at the villain. He went down but it was temporary.
“Yeah! I noticed!” I spat. “I’m a bit busy here Spidey. So hurry the hell up!” I hung up using my telekinesis. “Listen dude, stop the flames and we can talk.” I told the villain. He just scoffed and threw some flames at me. With a yelp, I ducked and rolled out the way.
Then a bin came flying at me. I stopped and it just missed me. Great! Now he’s going to start throwing things! I fight children.
As I attempted to take down my villain, I heard people scream a familiar name: Spider-Man. Without looking away from the villain, I used my powers to pull a fire hydrant from the ground. Throwing the hydrant into the air, Spider-man shot it with a web and threw it at the fire-dude while I used my powers to aim water at him to extinguish the flames.
“About time!” I snapped at Peter. He landed next to me and raised his arms up in defense.
“Sorry, but there was traffic.” Spider-Man told me. “Duck.” I hit the ground and Peter jumped as another bin flew over my head. I stood up and a trash bin hit me. I hit the ground hard and things went hazy.
Next thing I knew was that I felt someone lift me. Peter.
“What happened?” I asked. My head felt heavy and I just wanted to sleep.
“You took a hit to the head. Let’s get you out of here.” He told me. I felt my feet leave the ground and I think I passed out.
When I woke up, I felt something cold on my forehead. I opened my eyes to see my ceiling. I knew it was mine because there were several dents from a few times I tried to practice using my powers. I never got around to fixing those.
Propping myself up on my elbows, an ice pack fell onto my chest and next to me on my bed.
“Hey there Sleeping Beauty,” I looked over quickly to see Peter sitting on my desk chair. My head was swimming and I lay down again.
“Hey, what happened?” I asked. Peter stood and put the ice pack on my head. Thankfully my parents were at work. The greatness of having doctors for parents.
“You took a trash can to the body and you you hit your head pretty hard.” Peter explained. “Then you blacked out."
"Oh. My head hurts.” I mumbled. With a chuckle, he put the ice pack on my forehead. “Help me sit up?”
Peter slid a hand behind my back and helped me into a sitting position. I took the ice pack in my hand and looked at Peter.
“This is my fault. I was too late.” Peter told me.
“Don’t beat yourself up.” I smiled a little at him. A small smile grew on my face. “Thanks, though.”
“Anything. We’re partners, right?”
“Just partners?” I asked raising my eyebrows.
“You want to be more?” Peter asked sitting on my bed.
“Maybe.” I mumbled. Instead of saying anything, Peter kissed me quickly on the lips.
“Get some rest, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Peter said before leaving through my window. I laughed and lay back down to rest my aching head. I’m going to have to talk to him tomorrow.