Prompt: OMG what sounds were recorded and put in the bears?
Rating: PG
When they first brought the bears home, Sam immediately hid his. Which was silly, because it was Peter's apartment and he knew all the good hiding spots. While Sam was out grocery shopping - he left Peter home because 'he got too much junk food'- Peter searched for Sam's NovaBear. He reasoned if Sam didn't want him to touch his bear, he would have taken it to his own apartment instead.
It hadn't taken him long at all, even with his legs still in casts. He recorded his message and left it sitting out for Sam to find.
He was minding his own business, reading a book on his bed, when Sam barged into his bedroom holding NovaBear.
"Really, Parker?" He squeezed it's hand and the sound of Peter belching filled the room.
Peter doubled over with laughter.
Sam marched over to Peter's end table where SpideyBear was perched. He stared Peter dead in the eyes as he held the button to start recording, put the bear behind himself, and farted.
He handed SpideyBear to Peter, "Even."
A few months after his physical therapy ended, Sam had practically moved into Peter's apartment. Well, he had basically been living there before, but now he had most of his kitchen and clothes at Peter's. After the first night Sam massaged his legs, they officially stopped being idiots and started dating. And the kissing was nice, and the -ahem- was nice, but the best was curling up together after a long day of work, or a rough night of patrol, and just being next to each other.
SpideyBear and NovaBear shared a space on a shelf in their bedroom, and neither bothered recording over them.
Then, one day Peter came home to Sam telling him he was leaving.
"No, wait. Sorry, phrased that wrong!" Sam gave Peter a kiss. "There's an emergency and Rocket's waiting outside. I'll be home as soon as I can, but I'll probably be gone a few days."
After a quick goodbye, Peter trudged into their bedroom. NovaBear was sitting on his pillow. He looked around, SpideyBear was gone.
"That sappy asshole." Peter grinned.
That night, and every night after, he snuggled with his NovaBear. He was careful not to hit the hand with the sound button, because he had recorded his own blech… yea. But after a week of not having Sam around, he was desperate enough that even that would do, he'd just pretend it was Sam.
"I hope you're alright. Come home soon, ass."
He curled up with NovaBear in his arms and pressed the hand.
"Hey, Pete. Expected your stupid burp, didn't you?" Peter sat up and held up NovaBear. "I love you. I hope to be home soon, but I hope NovaBear will keep you company. I'm going to hold SpideyBear and think of you. I don't care if Rocket makes fun of me."
He hadn't realized he was crying until a tear fell from his chin. "You sappy asshole." And he hit the button again.