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Wade gets nightmares a lot, no shocker there. But sometimes Peter wakes up from his mumbles and sees that a dream is about to go bad, so Peter talks to him in his sleep, and tries to re-narrate the dream to keep it from becoming a nightmare. (Had to do this with my own husband, turns out it works really well)

Peter is usually a deep sleeper unless his spider senses rouse him. After a long day of school or work and then a long night of patrolling the city, he collapses into bed and sleeps like the dead until his alarm goes off too early and he has to do it all over again.

He’s used to not getting enough sleep. After getting his powers as a teenager he’d spend nights gallivanting around New York stopping petty and dangerous crimes. Then May would gently shake him awake for school the next morning.

He really hasn’t slowed down since. He works part time for Tony at Stark Towers (and gets paid more than he thinks he should) and then he plows through online classes, and after that’s all done he and Wade go out to fight crime.

So once Peter’s head hits the pillow, that’s pretty much it until morning.

But tonight he wakes up for reasons not spider senses related.

He’s groggy at first, can’t figure out why he’s been pulled from the blackness of deep sleep. Then he hears whimpers that tug at his heart, feels Wade struggling against the sheets. Both of which are signs of a nightmare.

Sometimes Wade talks in his sleep, gives Peter clues as to what he’s reliving. Most of the time it’s Francis, less often he calls out for Vanessa in a mournful voice.

Peter props himself up on one elbow and uses his other hand to stroke Wade’s sweaty forehead.

“You’re breathing, deep and easy. In, out. It’s easy and natural.” Peter whispers, knowing the location for many of his nightmares are the oxygen tank he was locked in for days. “You’re home, with me, Wade. You’re in our apartment, there’s lasagna in the over and you’re playing with Tessa on the floor.”

Tessa, the therapy dog Peter brought home to help Wade’s PTSD and anxiety, grumbles in her sleep at the foot of their bed. If Peter calls her name a little louder, she’ll wake and immediately jump onto the bed nearest to Wade, lick his face and rub her head against his.

Wade will run his hands along her smooth grey fur, calmed by her weight on his lap. But Peter lets them both sleep.

“That cooking show you like is on, May’s sitting on the couch watching it with you. And Steve is here. He’s playing with Tessa, too. And he tells you the lasagna is great. He lets you throw his shield around.”

His rhythm of petting Wade’s head doesn’t falter and Peter talks until Wade is calm, his nightmares gone.

In the morning, he’ll tell Peter all about the wonderful dream he had.