tags: angst, fluff, mentions of blood and weapons, descriptions of wounds, descriptions of suturing, 6.3k words of pure love
summary: you and peter navigate your way around his secret, leading to hearts opening up and what should’ve been a peaceful morning.
notes: okay i genuinely think theres one to two chapters left after this!!! love this story with all my heart but all good things must come to an end <3 but for now, enjoy this chapter!
The tension in the air could cut glass. Every obnoxious creak and footstep from the floor above seemed nothing short of tumultuous.
A police siren echoed by the glass frosty windows while incessant flashes of scarlet reds and dark blues illuminated the apartment walls, reminding Peter of the sweat and blood that has been poured into this godforsaken city. Was it all worth it? Just for it to come to this? All of his attempts to protect you, were they for nothing? He was equivocally cursed, as if being a hero wasn’t enough to balance the karmic consequences in his life. What was the point of saving other people when he couldn’t save himself? What was the point when none of it eventually led to you?
