Y/N
Where are you???
I have to do this dumb lab
project aloneeee

PETER
I had to go to the nurse cos
I screwed my ankle during swim

Y/N
Wtf how?? Are you okay?

PETER
Yeah just got it caught on the
diving board so I'm in bed lol

Y/N
I'll come over after the lecture
and keep you company :(

After Happy drove Peter back to campus late on Sunday Night, he was given a pair of crutches to use as his leg healed. It wouldn't be long, so his alibi was that he sprained his ankle and wouldn't be able to go to his classes for a little while.

Ned fainted when he saw the bullet wound in Peter's leg after he had to re-dress it with new bandages. Although it had been cauterised and stitched, that didn't account for the weeping fluids that soaked the bandages. That was a reminder for Peter to never show his friend anything gruesome again. Under his tracksuit pants he was bandaged up, yet wearing another set of fake bandages around his ankle for his decoy story.

Knocking on the door Y/N called out that it was her and she had a bag of microwaveable popcorn that was getting cold. Peter threw one of his pillows under his ankle to keep it 'elevated' and told her to come in, shuffling himself on his bed so he was sitting up against his pillows rather than lying flat.

"Aw Peter you poor thing, that must have hurt so much," Y/N said closing the door behind her, looking at his ankle.

"Uh yeah, it was pretty bad. I slipped off the diving block and fell into the pool. Luckily I could pull myself out but man it hurt so much," he lied, smiling at the bag of popcorn in her hands.

"I um, I thought we could watch a movie or something. I assume you've been really bored with Ned in class all day... Oh shit! How was Stark Conference? I saw on the news that it was attacked again," she said, wanting to know how the average 'civilian' viewed the night.

"Yeah it was kind of scary being in there with people super scared and rushing out the doors. But everyone's safe I don't think anyone was hurt..." he trailed.

"According to the news nobody was injured yeah," she said sitting on his bed next to him and placing the freshly opened bag in between them. She could barely sleep since that night, terrified that police would be knocking on her door any second and arresting her. But she knew that Tony would get the charges dropped, he owed her. She wasn't dumb, she knew something suspicious happened with her fathers death and Tony was involved.

"Empire?" Y/N suggested, remembering back to their first class together when they both found out their favourite Star Wars movie was the same.

He smiled, putting it on the monitor of his computer and grabbing a handful of popcorn. Y/N rarely spoke during movies, but she knew she had to get something off her chest; and they were alone together.

"You know I got kind of jealous the other night when I saw you leaving that girls dorm room..." Y/N said softly, facing the movie and not looking at Peter. He snapped his head around to face her, not believing what she had just said.

"Wait seriously? You were jealous? Why?" He asked with a light chuckle, in disbelief still at what he heard.

"I just saw you that night dressed completely different with all these hot girls around you and I just wished it was me going home with you but in your dorky jumpers and not jeans tighter than mine," She admitted quietly, taking a deep breath and waiting for the inevitable rejection she expected.

"Y-you wanted to go home with me?" He asked as she turned to face him finally, scared he would laugh at her or act super awkward around her.

"It's dumb, don't worry. I'm happy you've got new friends and that all these girls want you now," she rambled, turning back to face the movie. It was only a split second before Peter reached over to pull her face to his, pressing his lips to hers and kissing her.

His heart felt like it was beating a million miles an hour at the same time as completely stopping. He was overwhelmed with a tonne of emotions, wanting to have kissed her like this since the first time they did. This was what he wanted, what he dreamed of.

Every girl he'd kissed since Y/N, didn't ignite that same spark inside him. It didn't get him excited. It didn't make him feel calm. It didn't really feel like anything at all.

As much as Peter had followed Tony's ill informed advice, it did make Y/N jealous; that was the eventual intention right? They both laid down in his bed, their tongues moving in sync and their hands drifting around each other's bodies. Y/N bent her leg up to rest on Peter's, hinting for him to pull her on top of him. But he didn't.

She pulled him closer to her, trying to initiate him to hover above her, but he didn't. She laughed against his lips, pulling away ever so slightly.

"Playing hard to get, really?" She teased, sliding her hand down his torso and running her fingers along the waist and of his tracksuit pants.

He chuckled, pulling her hand away and interlocking their fingers. He knew he couldn't let her do anything like this as much as he really wanted to - he couldn't let her see the bullet wound on his upper thigh.

"Peter, just relax it's okay," She cooed, untangling her fingers from his and sliding her hand back under his pants. He was aroused. He was hard. But he couldn't let her see the wound or even come close to feeling any of the bandages.

"Y/N I can't," he said leaning away from her. It killed him to say no, especially when he saw the confused look on her face. He had initiated this, he just couldn't go this far.

"Oh..." She sighed quietly, thinking that Peter didn't want her the way she wanted him. Or that he wasn't attracted to her. Or that she wasn't as good as his other hook ups.

"Just not now..." Peter said furrowing his brows, watching her shuffle away from him and smile sadly.

"No I get it Peter. You don't want to ruin our friendship... It's fine. I misread the situation," She said nodding, getting off of his bed and getting her phone from his desk.

"I'll see you in class. I'm uh, I'm sorry," Y/N said leaving his room, causing Peter to groan loudly and throw his head back into his pillow in frustration.

Tearing up, Y/N walked back to her room and fell face down on her bed whining. With a laugh MJ turned around on her desk chair to face her forlorn roommate.

"Sounds someone's having a fun day," MJ joked, watching Y/N lying limp on her bed.

"I think I just fucked up my friendship with Peter," she said muffled into her pillow before rolling over and repeating herself when MJ said she had no idea what she said. Knowing that Peter was shot, MJ assumed that was the reason Peter didn't let Y/N drift her hand anywhere below the waist line. What MJ didn't know, was that Y/N was the one he was protecting.

"He was probably just nervous Y/N," MJ smiled softly.

"No... No he wasn't nervous. He's not nervous when he's at parties with girls prettier than me or wearing less clothing," Y/N said sniffling, her voice breaking.

MJ wasn't good at consoling people when they were emotional. Once when Ned got rejected for Senior prom, she just said 'yikes' and asked him if she could have his tater tots. She did however, move next to Y/N and put her arm around her awkwardly.

"Peter just isn't very um, good with girls... Do you actually have feelings for him or did you just want to sleep with him?" MJ asked.

"I really like him MJ... And for a second I thought he liked me back."