WILL BE FAIRLY SHORT!

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Yn was Peter Parker's girlfriend. You had been for 2 years.

When Yn and Peter were 5 months into their relationship, Peter had gotten bitten. He started to spend more and more time away from Yn, who got suspicious. You followed Peter for 3 months before giving up. Whatever he was hiding, he was damn good at it.

1 year into their relationship, Peter nearly died. He fell in through Yn's window, suit torn and blood pooling out onto the floor. A knife was lodged in his hip. Yn screamed, to put it lightly. When she saw Spider-Man bleeding to death on her floor, she did not expect Peter Parker's voice to whisper, sarcastically, "Um... slightly dying over here?" Yn stopped her freaking out and helped him. "Peter, when I save you from death, you better fucking hold onto life again, cus I'm gonna murder you!!" She screamed when he was coherent. Peter pulled her in for a hug. "I know," He mumbled into her hair as she sobbed.

So, within 1 and a half years of dating, Yn found out about Peter being Spidey and had helped him more times than she got her period (which she got when she was 14, so that would be 18 times)

On their 2 year anniversary, Yn was freaking out. You were waiting for Peter to pick her up, but she got a call from the Tony Stark!!

"Um, how did you get my number?" You demanded. ​​​​​​​bravo...

"Wow, Petey was right. You are feisty." Yn shook her head at the pathetic jeer. "Where is he, Stark?" You heard a slight exhale at the end of the line, "My man should be there to pick you up... it's better if you see it for yourself." And then he hung up. As if on cue, a sleek black car pulled up. "Are you Yn?" The voice asked form inside. "Yea," You replied. "Get in, then." You rolled your eyes and climbed into the car. "Ya know, ya should really improve on your security. I coulda been anyone." The divider rolled up. "Whatever," You mumbled and slightly freaked out over why Stark would want you to see Peter, personally. And he sounded worried.

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The driver pulled up to Stark Tower and you rushed in. You ignored the receptionists call and ran into the lift. "Good evening, Miss YLN. Mr Parker is in the Med Bay and is requesting you." How in hell did this robot know about you? You stayed quiet and let the lift take you to where Peter was.

Before the lift doors were even fully open, you were running out and towards the MedBay. You skidded to a stop and ran in.

(nah, this isn't a hollywood movie)

What actually happened, was you did skid but fell over. You kicked off your heels and got up, running the rest of the way bear foot. You came to a room that had, "SPIDEY" in big letters, painted blue and red.

Peter was here a lot then?

You opened the door and saw him. Peter was half-laying down and half sitting up, with his back resting against the pillows. He had an oxygen tube filtering through his nose and a stretch of bandage across his chest area where his ribs would be. "Peter," You breathed out, rushing towards him. Tony stood in the way, but got a hand on his arm. "It's fine, let her. I'm ok." Tony frowned but moved anyway. "Um.. Mr Stark... could you give us a few minutes?" Peter asked, looking slightly embarrassed. Tony nodded, stiffly, and then left.

Peter opened his arms and you rushed into them. A sharp inhale made you lean back again. "Peter?" You looked up and saw his eyes closed in pain and his breathing slightly heavy. "It's fine, my chest just hurts a bit." You glared at him for a small second. Then picked up the diagnosis chart. "4 broken ribs, 5 bruised and 7 cracked? Pierced lung? Peter, this is not just 'your chest hurting.' This is serious!" Peter pulled you by your arm in for a hug. He bunked over to the left of his bed and patted the space. "Come on, I missed our date. The least I can offer at the minute is Netflix and cuddles?" He pouted and you glared, playfully.

Tony came back into the room shortly after hearing Peter's sharp inhale. He saw Yn cuddled up on Peter's side, nearing falling off the bed, with her head on his shoulder. Peter's face was slightly tight, from discomfort, but looked very protective. A Netflix tv show was playing in the background, but both were asleep. Peter had his arm around Yn's shoulders and tight, obviously stating that she was his.

Suddenly, Yn began slipping down the bed. Peter's arm caught her and re-adjusted his grip before heaving a content sigh and turning his head towards her, falling asleep for the evening.