Spiderman's Little Sister
You’re so used to Peter coming back into the apartment quietly that you don’t jump at his voice behind you. Instead of responding, you snuggle deeper into the couch, hoping he’ll leave you alone. You really don’t want to talk right now.
But Peter’s so bad at picking up signals. He comes and sits next to you on the couch and puts his feet up on the coffee table with a sigh. “The Force Awakens, huh? I love this movie.” When you don’t respond again, he looks over at you.
He frowns at your appearance. You’re sitting completely curled up against the arm rest of the other side of your couch, obviously trying to get as far away from him as you can. Your face is obviously hiding some anger, but you’re doing the best to hide it as you (pretend) to watch the movie.
Peter sighs and turns to face you. “Okay, what’s wrong?”
He rolls his eyes. “(y/n), you’ve been ignoring me for weeks now. Hell, you won’t even look at me.”
“You’re the one ignoring me, Pete!” you whisper-yell as to not wake up Aunt May. “I don’t think you realize how late I stay up every night, waiting to hear your window slide open. I see you limping around after you get hurt, and I hate it. And I’m always the one to cover for you when Aunt May asks about you!” You gasp after your rant, and shift uncomfortably in your seat. “Ever since this whole Spider thing started, I haven’t seen you at all.”
If you were looking at him, you would’ve seen your brother’s heart visibly sink. He had no idea that’s what was troubling you. “(y/n), I…I’m so sorry. I had no idea.” He scoots closer to you and takes your hand. You still don’t face him, and he swallows sadly as he notices the silent tears streaming down your face. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
You shake your head before finally turning your head to face him. “Because…you’re a superhero now, Pete. You have enough to worry about. Spiderman can’t have a sister to worry about.”
“No.” Peter’s eyes widen and he pulls you into his arms. “No no no no no. You’re not just my sister. You’re my baby sister, (y/n). I’m always worrying about you, no matter what.”
You sniffle and wrap your arms around him, snuggling into your brother’s chest. “I just miss you.”
Peter tilts his head back and blinks at the ceiling. He doesn’t tell you about how he misses you too. Ever since the two of you were little, he’s always been the one to take care of you. After your parents died, you were only four years old. And when Uncle Ben died, he started taking care of Aunt May too.
He didn’t realize that you had started taking care of him, and he didn’t even know it.
“Okay, how about this-”
You cut him off with a loud groan and you throw your head back. “You’re not proposing a compromise, are you?”
Peter blanches. “No.”
When his voice cracks, you look at him accusingly. It only does that when he lies. “Liar.”
He grins. “Alright, alright. But at least hear me out.” He rolls over so he’s laying across the couch and his feet are on you. You immediately push them off, but he ignores you and puts them back. “Tomorrow, we’re having a Star Wars marathon. And from now on…” Peter looks at you seriously. “…I promise that I’ll be around more often. And I’ll come in and check on you every night when I get home. Deal?”
You consider his offer. Peter has solved problems between the both of you this way since you were little. But when you look into his brown eyes, you can tell this one is sincere. “Deal.”
Peter grins. “Good. Now, Spiderman and his baby sister need to spend some quality time together.”
“Please never say anything like that again.”