Note: Some love for my second-favorite speedster. (The first is Pietro)
Warnings: None?
“Wait, I don’t exactly understand. What happened to Peter?” you asked Hank after he analyzed your best friend and long-time crush. In a battle, Peter had crossed paths with a weird chemical, and he hadn’t been acting the same since.
“The chemical he spilled all over himself seems to have sapped his powers. Temporarily. I think. Basically, he’s human. Moving at our pace.
“Everything is moving so fast. Why is everything moving so fast?!” Peter’s eyes were wide. He looked around the room as if there were oncoming trains all around him. “Is it always like this?!”
“Yes.” you and Hank answered together.
“Is there anything we can do?” you asked, rubbing Peter’s back. He leaned into your touch for support.
“It should wear off after twenty-four hours. If it doesn’t after that, then I can try to speed up the process, but until then…”
“So I’m just stuck like this for an entire day?!”
“Peter, stop shouting.”
“Sorry.” he apologized quietly. “But really? Twenty-four hours? Come onnnnnn.”
“Pete, let’s go watch some TV or something, huh? Maybe you could take a nap or-”
“I get it, I get it. Quit bugging Hank.” Peter stood up, following you out the door.
“Thanks, Hank!” you called.
“Thanks, Hank…” Peter mumbled. Hank chuckled. You would certainly have your hands full today. He was thankful he wasn’t you.
***
“(Y/NNNNNN) Everything is moving too fast!” Peter whined, head leaning back against the couch.
“Maybe you’re moving too slow,” you smirked from the other side of the room.
“(Y/NNNNNN)~”
“What? Do you want me to get you water or something? I can make more popcorn.”
“No…Can you…I dunno…cuddle with me?”
“What?” you laughed. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah,” a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Your laugh faded away when you realized he was serious. “Please?”
When you didn’t answer, he slumped over, laying down on the couch and resting his hands behind his head. You walked over slowly, crawling on top of him. You pressed your ear to the fabric of his Pink Floyd shirt. His heart, for the first time ever, was beating at the same pace as yours. You smiled. Peter’s eyes flicked across your face, searching your expression. One of his hands came to rest around your waist and the other brushed the small hairs at the front of your face out of the way.
“What?” he grinned in amusement.
“Your heartbeat.”
“What about it?”
“It’s the same speed as mine.”
“Hmm.” he hummed thoughtfully. “You know, I think the cuddling is helping.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” he kissed your forehead. “We should do this more often.”
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