“‘Nothing without the suit’?” you look at Peter incredulously. He couldn’t really believe that, right?

Peter sat on your bed while he recounted you about the days’ events, from his battle and trying to hold the ship together, to his word for word conversation with Tony Stark.
Not once did he lift his head, opting to stare at the floor dejectedly instead.

“Peter…” you walk in front of him, resting your hands on his shoulders and rubbing your thumbs softly against his shirt “That’s not true Peter, that’s not even close.”

Peter slowly looks up, tears in his eyes, with a look of sadness so pained it almost makes you cry. “How is it not true (Y/n)? I’m nothing without the suit. I’m just Peter. Not a hero, I’m nobody and nothing.” he looks back at the floor trying to choke back a sob,

It hurt you so much to see Peter like this, without his usual happy smile and not cracking any science jokes or Star Wars quotes.
Peter has been trying his best, with everything, schools and hero-ing. Doing his best and trying so hard to save everyone. He always does. 
And this, more than anything else really hurt him. Especially losing the suit and  because of how much he always looked up to ‘Mr. Stark’

Ironman or eggshells you didn’t care, you just want to kick his teeth out for hurting Peter.

You gently cup Peter’s cheek and make him look up at you, your voice stern and looking him in the eye "Peter, you are not ‘nothing without the suit’. The suit is nothing without you.“
Peter’s brows furrow in confusion but you continue before he can speak.

You brush away the tear gliding down his cheek "Peter, it’s a suit. Nothing more.” at this, he opens his mouth to protest. You put a finger to his lips silencing him though.

“Sure Peter, the Stark suit is a lot fancier and more high tech than the old sewn up hoodies we mashed together, but that doesn’t make it more than a suit.” Peter huffs and slumps his shoulders, turning his head to stare at the wall instead of looking at you, he feels too ashamed of himself.
You know he doesn’t believe you, and that he loves and fanboyed about that suit like it was the greatest thing on earth. But he needs to hear it.

“You were Spider-Man before you had the suit, you were a hero protecting Queens then, and you still are now.”
Peter finally gives in, looking at you with red eyes and the tiniest of smiles. He carefully wraps his arms around your waist, his head going to rest on your chest “You always know how to cheer me up (Y/n).” he breathes out quietly

You hug him closer, making him automatically nuzzle himself into your embrace and smile. “You’re still a Spider-Man Petey. Still a true hero.”
He sighs gently, feeling much better now. “You really think so?” he asks, already half asleep while you gently run your fingers through his hair.

“Of course you are little Spidey. Just not quite as fashionable.” you grin hearing his little snort at your attempted joke.

you pull back enough to lean down and kiss his forehead “You’re a hero Peter, my hero. And don’t you forget it.”
You tap his nose pulling him back against you.

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