tom holland/peter parker and steve rogers oneshots

late night conversations- peter parker

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in which two best friends

(with benefits, possibly)

are each others' safe havens

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here's a lil sweet oneshot for you! I've had this in my draft for a while and figured that I should hurry and get it up as soon as I could lol

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After a particularly rough mission that had almost gone awry in Austria, the team was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to get back home and to get some decent rest, as barely any of them had gotten more than 3 hours of uninterrupted sleep in the past three days. While nobody had any injuries other than several cuts and bruises, they still felt both mentally and physically drained from all the pressure of taking down yet another HYDRA base, and yet again, risking their lives in the process.

You, on the other hand, were hit with the slightly worse end, though you would still choose spraining your ankle any day over having a bullet tear through your shoulder as you were running back to the Quinjet.

Trying to steady your shaking hands and ignoring the throbbing pain in your ankle, you let out a long exhale as you sat back down in your seat as your father, Tony, and Clint prepared for takeoff.

Peter noticed your tensed up figure as you pressed your fingers against your temples, hesitating for a moment before wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into his side. You froze at first but then soon relaxed into his touch, closing your eyes as you felt the jet zoom up towards the sky and glide through the clouds.

"It'll be alright," he murmured into your hair as he held you close. "Okay?"

"Okay," you repeated quietly before letting yourself drift off to sleep.

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Soon enough the Quinjet touched down back at the compound, and after washing up, everyone gathered for dinner together, deciding that they were all in need of some family bonding after being so distant for the past few weeks because of busy schedules.

Everyone ignored the exhausted expressions on each others' faces as they all ate, talking and just conversing with one another as normal people would. It was just easier that way, to pretened like you all weren't burdened with the task of saving thousands of people that was weighing you down.

"You know, I was able to sleep five hours, uninterrupted," Bucky announced as he plucked a dinner roll from the bowl in the middle of the table. "Anyone else?"

"How is that possible? I got four...is that enough?" Wanda offered.

"Three," Peter replied.

"Two," Sam stated.

"Amateurs," you scoffed, a small grin on your face. "Thirty minutes."

"Holy crap, that's actually kind of bad," Peter raised an eyebrow. "And it isn't even I-wanna-kill-myself finals week, either."

"I guess."

"Kid, you need to get some more sleep," Steve informed you, looking rather worried.

"Says you, Cap," you countered. "You haven't slept in two days."