[Comprehensive Britain and the United States] A perfect match

After leaving Stark Tower and saying goodnight to Peter, Anakin returned home.

He was thinking about today's situation in his mind: Stark's side has been settled, and his identity has been initially recognized; the vulture will soon be caught, but fortunately Liz and her mother will be taken care of secretly.Capturing the vulture is equivalent to cutting off the supply chain of alien weapons, coupled with the drone support promised by Stark, he will be sure to join forces with Peter and Matt to deal with the Hand.Then the next step is the Infinity Stones...

Anakin rubbed his wrinkled eyebrows, and planned to make a perfect plan tomorrow.It's really tiring, why can't there be some villainous big devil who let him swing his lightsaber to slash?I really want to have a problem that can be solved by cutting a link!

Anakin was not good at this kind of brain-planning work in his previous life, and he still has a lot of headaches now.

He decided not to embarrass himself tonight. He took a hot bath first, then meditated before going to bed on the comfortable big bed, and fell asleep peacefully.

As the night gradually deepened, Anakin's bedroom was dark and quiet, only the sound of his even breathing when he was sleeping could be heard.

The sound of breathing suddenly became rapid, Anakin's body was twitching, and his sleep was restless.

"No, Peter—"

Anakin jerked out of bed.

He was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, and he was still terrified by the dream just now.

This dream was very clear, he realized that he was standing on a desolate planet, Peter was wearing a Spider-Man suit, and was... gradually turning into ashes.

He didn't wear a mask, and his dark brown eyes stared straight at himself, like questioning or accusing—Anakin, why didn't you come and save me—then, Peter's eyes bit by bit It loses its spirit, becomes empty, and finally vanishes into nothingness.

Anakin broke out in a cold sweat, his blond hair was wet and pressed tightly to his forehead.This kind of clear dream made him feel very familiar. Anakin also experienced it in his previous life. It was a prophetic dream brought by the force, and it would only appear when the life of his closest person was in danger.

He had dreamed of his mother and Padmé, both of whom died shortly thereafter, and now of Peter...

Anakin held his head in pain, and the eyes of Peter in the dream were lingering.

He used the Force to sense the familiar life fluctuations in Queens, New York, but his heart was still filled with anxiety.Anakin stretches out the Force and connects with Peter in his sleep.

The subtle touch awakened Peter. He raised his head sleepily, rubbed his eyes, and found that half of the bedroom had become Anakin's house.

"What's the matter? Anakin?" Peter, who was half asleep and half awake, had a thick nasal voice. He was both cute and sexy.But Anakin didn't have time to think about it, and just stretched out his hand gently.

Peter understood immediately, took his hand, pulled him over, and the bedroom returned to its original state.

"Your palm is wet, is it water?" Peter asked.

"No, it's sweat. I sweat a lot." Anakin half-kneeled beside Peter's bed, and replied softly, "Sorry to bother you so late."

"It's okay, Spider-Man is at your service 24 hours a day." Peter said a wisecrack.

Anakin pulled the muscles at the corners of his mouth and forced a smile.

Only then did Peter realize that Anakin's face was pale: "You look bad, are you having a nightmare?"

"Yes, a nightmare." At least it's just a dream for now... Anakin finally stabilized his emotions as he looked at Peter who was alive and warm in front of him.

Peter held Anakin's hand again: "Hey, hey, it's all over, Anakin—Annie, I'm here."

The young man's hands were warm and dry, and he called Anakin by his nickname, patiently comforting his lover's emotions.

"I'm here," Peter repeated, looking at Anakin seriously, "No matter what, you have me, and I will always be with you."

"Then you... can I sleep with you?" Anakin said hesitantly.The moment the words came out of his mouth, he felt extra childish, as if he was the one who just graduated from high school.

But Peter didn't laugh at his childishness, nor did he take the opportunity to make a small pun joke, but just moved in, and let his single bed out of the narrow half: "Come on."

Anakin lay on the bed as he said, and found himself wrapped in Peter's breath.It's hard to describe the smell, it's a bit too milky, after all, Peter is an adult.It is said to be the masculine scent of a mature man, but it is too far away.Anakin can only describe it as a soft, sunny and refreshing scent.

In this breath, he was facing Peter and was embraced by him.Anakin could feel the temperature of the young man's body, as well as the rise and fall of the breath in his chest.Peter's hand was gently stroking his lover's back, his movements were clumsy but gentle.

Anakin gradually relaxed, his heart filled with solid warmth.

"Peter, I really like you." His voice was almost a whisper.

"Me too, Annie." Peter noticed that the muscles in the other's back were no longer tense, "It's a pity that I didn't brush my teeth after I woke up, so I stopped kissing you."

Anakin showed his first sincere smile tonight: "It's okay, I didn't brush either."

As he spoke, he gently touched Peter's lips with his lips, and Peter gave him the same kiss back.

"Don't laugh at me for being naive, I need someone to sleep with me when I have nightmares." Anakin said.

"How could it be? I was pleasantly surprised." Peter said, "You used to make me feel unattainable. You are Mr. Skywalker and Vader. You are mysterious, powerful, solitary, and hold a lightsaber. You always have your own plan, and you still have such a magical force. I will always keep chasing you, for fear that if you are not careful, you will run away and disappear."

Anakin could tell that Peter had been harboring anxiety in his heart. He was worried about losing himself—just like last time, he disappeared suddenly.

"I'm sorry, Peter, I'm never going to just disappear again." He hugged Peter tightly.

Peter smiled at him: "It's okay, you apologized last time."

Anakin was both apologetic and moved: "You are so kind, Peter."

"So I was pleasantly surprised tonight, the first time I saw you... well, so dependent on me," Peter said, "Looks like you still need me, doesn't it?"

"Of course I need you. You are indispensable to me." Anakin emphasized, "And I am not as powerful as I look. Everyone has weaknesses and flaws."

"Then let me fill in your shortcomings." Peter said, holding Anakin's hand tightly under the quilt.

Anakin didn't know what to say, he just felt a warm sense of happiness expand and flow in his chest, filling his whole body.Peter was the kindest, sweetest person he had ever met in his life.

He secretly swore that no matter whether the dream was true or not, he would do his best to protect Peter and never let the nightmare come true.

The two snuggled up on the small bed and slept like this all night.