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Author's Note: This chapter isn't particularly long, but we get Mads and Peter fluff, so yay for that!

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I rolled my eyes slightly at the sight of Peter trying to crawl through my window. Was he trying to be romantic? It wasn't really working. "You know if you want to be romantic, bring me flowers and candy, not climb through my window," I said as I went over to the window to help him in, since he was clearly struggling with it.

And that was when I noticed that he was in his Spider-Man suit. And his face was really dirty and had scratches and red marks and bruises.

"Peter," I breathed, opening the window all the way. Peter practically collapsed in my arms, and I gently dragged him inside. Once he was inside and I could fully assess him, I gasped really loud at the three extremely large gashes crossing on his chest, the front of his suit soaked in his own blood.

"What happened?" I asked, panic bubbling in my chest. "What happened?"

"It's okay. You should see the other guy," He tried to joke, but it obviously looked like he was in pain. I kept my arms firmly around him as I helped him over to a chair I had in my room, ignoring the blood that stained my hands. "The other guy, being a large mutant lizard."

"You're not being funny," I said worriedly, supporting his back as I eased him down. "What the hell happened?"

Peter opened his mouth to answer, but he cut himself off at the sound of my door opening.

Faster than a speeding bullet, I dashed over to my door and grabbed it before it could be open fully. I peeked my head out through the space that I allowed and saw my Mom. "What is it?"

"Are you okay?" Shelia asked. "Are you talking to someone?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I was actually just talking to Gwen on the phone, I left my textbook at her house. I wanted to call her and ask her to bring it to school for me tomorrow."

"Is that it?" She asked.

I rolled my eyes, tapping my foot impatiently. "Yes, yes. Can I go? I have some stuff to do."

Shelia didn't look too sure, but I was able to shut the door and lock it. I ran back over to Peter, who was trying not to cry out in pain. I dropped down next to him. I stared at his chest, and despair filled my stomach at the sight of the blood. Thankfully, most of it was already dried. "Okay, we have to clean this up. We have to-we have to clean..." I trailed off, standing up to find a first aid kit.

Peter grabbed my hand before I had a chance to leave. "Mads," He breathed.

I fell back down next to him. "What is it? What's wrong? What hurts? I mean, apart from the obvious. Do you feel dizzy? Nauseous? Whatever you do, don't go into the light!"

Peter managed a laugh, but winced slightly at the pain from it. "I just wanted to say thanks."

I choked out a laugh in disbelief. I shook my head at the stupid boy, before leaning in and giving him a quick kiss. It sort of tasted like sweat, which was kind of gross, and if it was anybody but Peter, I would have made a comment. Instead, I said, "I'll be right back."

I discreetly opened my door before rushing down the hall into the bathroom. That was where people keep first aid kits, right? That was where my family kept it in our house. But I checked every cabinet and there was nothing there.

"Mom?" I called down the stairs. I stayed at the top so that she wouldn't see the blood on my hands.

Shelia appeared at the bottom. "Yeah, honey?"

"Where's the first aid kit?" I asked, clasping my hands and putting them behind my back.

"Uh, hang on! I'll bring it up to you!" She said, disappearing into the living room. I darted back to my bedroom, going back inside and poking my head out the door.

Shelia came up the stairs, the kit in her hand. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

"Uhhh..." I stammered. "Yeah. I have a cut on my leg."

"Oh honey, what happened?"

"I don't know," I said. "I might have done it on the way home, but all I know is that there is blood dripping down the back of my leg and I want to fix that."

"Oh my goodness! Do you need help?" She asked inching her way towards my room.

I closed the door as much as I could. "No, no! I can take care of myself."

"Are you sure?" She asked uncertainly.

"Yes! Honestly, Mom, I'm seventeen years old. I think can take care of my own boo boos," I said sarcastically.

"Really? Because just last week I can recall someone accidentally cutting her hand while she was dicing vegetables and then cried for ten minutes because, and I quote, 'Her finger had a heart beat'," Shelia said, crossing her arms. "So excuse me if I'm a little skeptical."

"Well that's childish," I dismissed, blushing hotly at the thought of Peter listening in on our conversation. And it's true, I did do that. But only because my own blood freaked me out! Other people's I could handle. My own? Not gonna happen. "And impratical," I said as I quickly grabbed the kit out of her hand. "Night, Mom!"

I turned my head to face Peter, trying to keep my blush under control. Despite the pain he was in, the jerk was grinning at me. "You cried for ten minutes?"

I rolled my eyes, my face flushing hotter. "Oh, shut up. Who's the one with the first aid kit?"

"Right, right. I'm sorry."

I moved Peter to the floor so I could see his wounds better, and I had to fight against my blush as I carefully took his shirt off to properly get to his wounds.

If my brothers ever found out that I had a shirtless boy in my room, they'd so beat him up, Peter Parker or not.

So for the next half hour or so, I cleaned Peter's wounds. I winced every time that he did, and I wanted to cry at the sound of his groans whenever I touched him. I didn't feel too bad, though. I'm actually a bit pissed off.

As I patched him up, Peter explained to me that he went after Dr. Connors, who, as it turns out, was the creature from the bridge. And in the process, he injured Peter. And why I was pissed? Well, I had told him that I was here for him, and then he blatantly ignores it!

"Mads?" He said gently.

I refused to look up at him. It took him a while, but his gaze firmly locked on me was enough to make me look up from his chest. "What?"

"You're mad at me."

"Gee, what gave you that idea?"

"Mads," He gave me a look. "What's wrong?"

I stared down at the bloodstained cloth in my hand. "You didn't tell me that you were going after Connors."

"But I told you that I was going to get answers," He replied.

I snapped my head back up at him. "Peter, I don't think you understand what you're getting yourself into. Look at you!" I let my hands gently trace the lining of his gash. "You're laying down on my floor all...injured."

Peter shrugged. "I don't see your point."

I rolled my eyes. "I was getting to my point. Anyway, my point is, you didn't tell me that you were going after after Connors. Answers and stuff I understand, but intentionally going after him, knowing what he's capable of?" I shook my head. "Peter, he destroyed a bridge. He almost killed people. He could have killed you today."

"So are you saying that I'm not strong enough to take him on?" Peter asked, a little offended.

I shook my head quickly, grasping the sides of his face with both of my hands. "No, that's not what I'm saying at all. What I'm saying is that you're only human. With a few traits of a spider," I added the last part. "You can get hurt. You can die. It's not fair to you if you're sacrificing yourself for a city that's trying to hunt you down."

Peter reached up and put his hands on top of mine. "But I have to, Madeline."

"Why?" I asked, my throat tightening up. "Why are you sacrificing so much for them?"

"Because I created Connors," Peter revealed.

"What? What are you talking about?" I asked him. Last time I checked, Peter wasn't capable of carrying children.

"I gave him the equation," He went on, his eyes glistening with tears. "I made all of this possible. It's something my father had been working on. Secretly, and now I realize why he kept it a secret. This is my responsibility." He reached up brushing my hair back over my shoulder, then cupped the back of my neck. "I have to fix this."

I got that. I really did. Peter saw this as his responsibility, and I guess in a way, it was. But no way was he doing this by himself. "I'm not letting you fix this alone."

"Mads, we've been over this..." Peter started, but I cut him off.

"Yeah, we have been," I said. "And I've told you that I am here for you, and that I'm going to help you."

"Madeline, I don't want to see you get hurt," Peter tried saying.

"What, you think that I want to see you get hurt?" I asked, gesturing to his chest. He was silent for a moment, so I took that as an opportunity to keep talking. "Listen, Peter. I was thinking earlier today...about you."

"Really?" He asked, his eyebrows shooting up.

I nodded. "All I could think about was how much I cared about you. How much you meant to me. And if you get hurt-and you did-I will literally go crazy. Nothing matters more to me than you being safe. And honestly, if this is going to be your life, then it's going to be mine, too." I put up a hand, stopping his protests. "Spider-Man and Peter Parker's problems are my problems, remember? I'm not letting you go through this alone."

Peter looked like he was going to protest again, but instead, he leaned in towards my face. I leaned into him too, but he was being a freaking tease, and moved his face away from mine. I pouted a bit, and he laughed before leaning in and pressing his lips against my own.

My hands went to cup his cheeks, and he did the same thing. My mouth was moving with his, and I was so caught up in the kiss that I forgot I was angry with him. I pulled back slightly, though once I pulled away, Peter went and planted a trail of kisses down my neck and to my shoulder.

I tried not to squeal in delight as I said, "You're not getting off that easily, Spidey. I'm still mad at you."

His lips went to my ear. "Maybe I can make you forget that you're mad at me," He whispered, before he started kissing my hair.

His words sent shivers down my spine as I said, "Not that easily. Whenever you're doing Spider-Man stuff, I want to come with you. And if I can't come with, I want to at least know that you're doing your Spider-Man things so I'm not stressing about it."

Peter pulled back, resting his forehead against my own as he said, "All right, fine. If it'll make you happy."

I gave him a sweet peck. "It would make me very happy, thank you very much."

Peter started kissing my neck again as I recalled what happened earlier today at Gwen's house. "Do you know that you're a strange boy, at least according to Captain Stacy?"

"What?" Peter mumbled. "When did he say that?"

My hand travelled up from Peter's chest to the back of his neck, playing with his hair. "Tonight, when I was over at Gwen's house. He called you a strange boy. And you are a strange boy. You landed me in some hot water with Gwen's father."

"How?" He questioned, moving his head so that he was looking at me.

I shyly looked down at my lap. "Well, Captain Stacy was talking about how Spider-Man wasn't doing any good, so I kind of...yelled at him."

Peter choked out a laugh, putting his hands on either side of my face and tilting my head up so that I was looking at him. "You yelled at your best friend's father?"

I laughed too. "Well, I'm sorry if I felt the need to stand up for my boyfriend."

As soon as the word "boyfriend" escaped my lips, I winced. Peter and I hadn't even discussed labels. I guessed part of what I wanted to ask him was what I was to him. I guess this was a good way to bring it up.

Peter paused, tilting his head to the side with a grin on his face. "Your boyfriend?"

I moved my hand from his neck so that I could clasp both my hands together, putting them in my lap before studying the flower print on my shirt. "I don't know...is that the right word? I don't think we're friends, friends don't really kiss their friends, do they? But are we close enough to have a label that isn't friends? Do you even want a label? Because-"

I was cut off by Peter kissing me, long and passionately. When he pulled away, I was all smiles as he leaned his forehead on mine again. "No, I love that," He grinned, before kissing my temples. "Your boyfriend. I'm your boyfriend."

I smiled before kissing his cheeks. "And I'm your girlfriend."

"But we're each other's idiots," Peter pointed out.

I couldn't help but laugh. Like, really hard. So hard in fact that I had to lean my head on Peter's chest. Then I brought my head back, though he didn't seem to mind. After I was finished with my giggles, Peter leaned back in and kissed me again, with the same passion as before, but he somehow made them light, quick kisses.

I gripped his face as I attempted to deepen our kiss. Things were getting slightly heated, and I accidentally (don't ask how, I don't even know) fell on top of Peter's chest as I leaned forward.

We both just fell into laughter again, me burying my face into the crook of Peter's neck. We just laid there for a bit, before I looked back up at him.

His face was a bit cleaner, now that I had fixed him up. And his lips were a little red, but still perfectly kissable.

So I lifted myself up slightly, and began kissing Peter Parker again. This time, it was more playful. That's what we were. Two young, happy, playful teenagers.

I knew I'd have to take this thing seriously one day.

But, I thought to myself as Peter and I kissed. Today is not going to be that day.

TBC...

WHO ELSE IS SO HAPPY ABOUT MADS AND PETER?

AHHHHH I CAN'T EVEN WITH THEM.

Again, sorry this is a short chapter, I just don't have the time to add anything else to it right now.

And I have exams next week, so expect the next update to be next Saturday. Sorry about that!

I can't reply to your comments this chapter either (I AM SUCH A MESS I KNOW) but I'll definitely do it next chapter!

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