I didn't sleep very well, after napping in the hospital my body was tired, but my mind was very much awake. I let out a quiet breath, fed up with trying to sleep and grabbing my phone. I booked myself in for an optitions appointment to get some new glasses, which I had been putting off for a while. I also sent my parents a text explaining everything, letting them know that I'd ring them when I woke up later. Hopefully, they wouldn't freak out too much.

My legs began to get tingly, and I cursed mentally. I don't know how many of you are familiar with restless leg syndrome, but it is brutal. Honestly, I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. It meant that in some cases I wouldn't sleep for hours, and there's not really anything I could do about it. I stayed in the bed, swinging my left leg off the side of the bed continuously until the streams of light began to lighten the room, my eyes drooping, sleep refusing to arrive.

I just lay there, eyes shut, leg swinging with sore stiches as I waited for Peter to either turn over and let me go or to wake up. His gentle snores were settling, and I blew on his arm gently, enough to make goosebumps appear across his skin and the arm was soon removed from my waist. Just as I was about to slide out of bed he grabbed my chest, pulling me close to him as I sighed, a little tender in the boob area at the minute.

"you seem to have quite the predicament going on there" Nat's voice sounded softly from cracked open door and I couldn't help but flinch in shock. "sorry,"

"give me two minutes and I'll be up" I whispered back, gently trying to pry Peter's hand off my boob. His hand had stuck to my jumper, so I shimmied out of it, making my way to the floor, and creeping out.

"you look like shit"

"thanks" we moved into the kitchen, and I put on the kettle. "how've you been?"

"okay. Nothing's changed. It seems like your life is never gets dull." She joked, taking the cup of tea.

"I know. It's only a couple of stitches though. Nothing too mental"

"All in a day's work, right kid?" Steve chimed as he walked into the room, getting a cold bottle of water from the fridge.

"mhmm" I hummed, sipping my tea, leaning back against the counter.

I hung out with Nat for most of the morning, I also got a call from my parents and explained everything to them. They were more concerned than anything, but relived I was okay. I facetimed them as I chilled in my room, showing them my stitches and all that. I ended up lying on my bed and reading with my classical playlist quietly in the background for a few hours.

"hey Jarvis, could you get the shower ready for me please? Just on light."

"of course, Miss Greene"

"thank you" I set my book down, heading to the bathroom. I lightly dabbed my stitches and cleaned myself up a bit.

"Al you in here?"

"just in the bathroom!" I called, wiping away some dried blood. The door opened and I saw Peter's face appear in the mirror. "sleep well, lovey?"

"yeah" he came to my side, kissing the side of my head affectionately "you look tired, I didn't snore did I?"

"nah, my legs wouldn't go to sleep" he pulled a face, looking down at me.

"your legs wouldn't go to sleep?" he echoed with a grin. "what does that even mean?"

"exactly what I said. They wouldn't sleep, so I couldn't sleep. I hung out with Nat for a bit, did some reading. And now I'm onto this" my eyes trailed over my stitches with a sigh, getting back to cleaning my skin.

"do you want a hand, hm?" he pressed light kisses to my neck and shoulder, keeping his gaze on my face as I leaned my head back to rest on him, closing my eyes at his soft touch.

"that feels so nice" I muttered, feeling his hands around my waist "let me get clean first?" my bargaining fell on occupied ears and fingers traced across the fabric of my underwear, making me gasp quietly. "Pete- "

"I'll clean you" the promise was quiet "let me help" and so he grabbed a sponge and began spreading the soap across any skin he could get to, careful of my stitches, obviously.

"Tony's going to be so mad if we ruin the bathroom." I said, sinking into him as he began cleaning away the suds with water.

"he'll get over it" Peter brushed my hair to the side softly "I forget how soft you get like this"

"hm?"

"you get all cute and venerable" we met eyes in the mirror, it was a sight to say the least, me in my underwear and Peter with his boxer shorts and oversized top. Both of us soaking.

"sorry, m'not used to people taking care of me like this" he tsked resting his chin on my shoulder.

"wait until we're married. It'll be like this all the time. Our own house." I could feel my eyebrows scrunch together at the thought. Our own house. Our little family.

"I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you" the smile he gave made my head feel fuzzy and the kiss we shared was one that I would remember til I died. I was sure of it.