Could We Start Again, Please? - Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: After ten years of not seeing Peter Parker, the two of you are reunited at Felicia Hardy’s charity event, and you both discover that much has changed.

Warnings: lil bit of angst, swearing, fluff, mentions of character death

Words: 1992

Disclaimer: This gif doesn’t belong to me!

A/N: I told myself I wouldn’t wouldn’t write a sequel to All Too Well, but I folded against peer pressure so here you guys go! I hope you all enjoy it as much as the first part, and please let me know what you think, I love you all! xxx

part one

You pulled your coat tighter around your body as you trailed behind your parents at a snail’s pace, reluctant to be here. You hadn’t gone with your mom and dad to the church service because you felt that it would have been inappropriate under previous circumstances. However, your mom and dad had convinced you to go to the churchyard with them.

That was where you saw him, his cheeks were red from the chilling wind and there were tear streaks on his cheeks. You guessed that Peter had been out here for a while. You bit your lip as you watched him with his Aunt, and you longed to share your condolences with Peter but he wouldn’t want to hear it from you.

“I think you should go and say something, Y/N,” your mom nudged her arm against yours and you glanced at her with a sigh.

“We’re not friends anymore, mom, come on. Let’s go,” you glanced at Peter one more time before you turned and walked away.

It felt like you were walking away from Peter Parker forever, but that was what you wanted wasn’t it? You once told Peter that you never wanted to see him or Spider-Man ever again.

10 Years Later…

You fidgeted with your red floor length dress as you walked into the huge roof top bar where the Hardy’s were holding their charity function.

“Right, we put in an appearance to be polite and then we’re out of here,” your dad groaned as he rubbed his temples.

You rolled your eyes, your parents thought that the Hardy’s were snobby and entitled but you liked them well enough, especially Felicia. Speaking of Felicia, the beautiful blonde woman came sauntering towards you in one of her usual slinky black dresses and diamonds around her neck.

“Y/N!” she grinned as she greeted you with a flute of sparkling pink champagne, which was very on-brand of her, “how are you?” you smiled as you took the champagne.

“I’m good thank you, how are you?”

She shrugged as you walked to the balcony which had an amazing view of the city below, “these parties are exhausting but it’s for a good cause so I can cope with them,” she grinned as she took a sip of her champagne.

You laughed as you leaned your hip against the balcony railing, you wouldn’t mind having a huge party nearly every weekend, “you always say that, but out of everyone you always seem to have the best time.”

Felicia smirked at your words, “true, at least I didn’t have to organise it this time, Jameson from The Daily Bugle organised it, he’s got one of his photographers to document it. In fact, here’s Jameson’s photographer now.”

Your mouth went dry as you stared at the tall handsome man who was making his way outside, he wore that black suit so well, like he was made for it. With his artfully tousled hair and his bright brown eyes, he looked like an absolute dream. Over the past ten years he had only seemed to grow more handsome.

Felicia smirked at him as he walked closer to the pair of you and she gestured between you and Peter, “Parker, this is…” she trailed off when she noticed Peter staring at you with polite shock etched on his face.

“Y/N.”

“Hi, Peter,” you smiled as you took a huge gulp of your champagne.

“You guys know each other?” Felicia asked as she looked between the two of you and raised an eyebrow.

Peter nodded, running a hand through his hair, “we went to high school together.”

“Well, well,” Felicia smirked, “I’ll leave you two to catch up, I’m gonna go and see where Flash has got to,” she waved at the both of you before she walked back into the party.

Peter smiled at you, “hey.”

“Hi,” you flushed, the atmosphere suddenly feeling very tense.

“Look, Y/N,” he began with a sigh and you glanced at the gorgeous man who was biting his lip and looking very guilty. You knew at once what he was going to say.

“Peter, don’t you dare.”

Peter looked at you with wide, shocked eyes, “what?”

“Are you about to apologise?”

“Well, yeah,” Peter chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

You shook your head as you placed your hand on his arm, “you don’t have to apologise.”

The man frowned, “but I hurt you.”

He had hurt you, you weren’t about to disagree with that but you deemed it time to put the past behind you, “you did, but Peter, we were kids and I handled it the wrong way, a knee-jerk reaction I guess. I know it’s been a long time but please, can we start again?”

Peter grinned, looking very relieved as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, “of course, Y/N. How have you been?”

Over Peter’s short break from work you learned that he went to college in the city – where he met Felicia – and he’d gone on to work as a photographer for The Daily Bugle. It seemed like the perfect job for him, in high school he was hardly seen without a camera. In turn, he learned that you had been living in the South of France before recently moving back to the city because you missed your family. It felt great to have Peter back in your life and you had the best time catching up with him but something gnawed at your conscience.

“Peter, I’m so sorry about what happened to Gwen,” you smiled sadly as you took a sip of your champagne.

Peter nodded as he raked a hand through his hair and he looked up at you with those big brown eyes, “I saw your folks at the funeral.”

The guilt in your heart only seemed to increase, “I came to the churchyard but I didn’t let you see me, that’s why I didn’t come to the funeral because I didn’t want to upset you by being there.”

Peter shook his head, “it would have been good to see you, Y/N.”

“Parker!” a shout came from inside of the bar, interrupting the conversation between you and Peter.

“Fuck! That’s my cue, I should go. I’ll see you later, Y/N,” he pressed a fleeting kiss to your cheek before he ran into the party to appease his boss.

You walked into the bar and met Felicia with a grin and she wrapped an arm around your shoulders, “y’know, you and Peter would make a pretty cute couple,” you scoffed at your friend’s words but you couldn’t stop your cheeks from heating up.

At the end of the night, you said goodbye to Felicia, promising that you’d meet up with her again soon, and you walked over to where Peter was sitting at an empty table, going through his photographs of the night. You didn’t notice his disgruntled expression until you sat opposite him.

“Hey, that isn’t the face of an award winning photographer,” you laughed.

Peter looked up at you with a dead pan look, “ha, ha. That was so funny I forgot to laugh,” he sighed, “I’m gonna have to hail a cab, I’ve missed my last fucking train.”

Your eyes bugged out, was he crazy? “you can’t! A cab is gonna cost the money you made tonight.”

Peter rolled his eyes with the ghost of a smirk on his lips, “well, I guess that I could swing home.”

That was an even worse idea, “have you been drinking?” you quirked an eyebrow and folded your arms. Peter nodded with a sheepish look on his face, “yeah, you’re not swinging home,” you hesitated as you came up with an idea, though it might have been the worst idea you’d had all night, “come on, you can stay the night at my place.”

Peter’s eyes widened as he began to stutter and stammer, you were sure that he was going to refuse but his reply surprised you, “are you sure?” he asked and you ruffled his hair, it felt soft beneath your fingertips.

“Positive, come on.”

Butterflies swarmed in your stomach as you set up the spare bed, making sure that Peter would be as comfortable as possible. It was strange, before tonight you thought that you’d never see Peter Parker again and now he was sleeping in your spare bed. With a nervous smile, you turned back to Peter and gestured at the set of drawers.

“There should be some clothes in there that should fit.”

“Thanks, Y/N.”

“You’re welcome, let me know if you need anything,” you smiled and Peter nodded, his brown eyes sparkling.

“Night, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Pete,” you grinned as you got yourself off to bed.

After a good night’s rest, you decided to make your favourite breakfast, chocolate chip pancakes with maple syrup and rashers of bacon. Just as you were serving up the pancakes, Peter came padding into the kitchen, his hair sticking up in different directions and he was bleary eyed, he looked adorable.

“Morning, Pete, did you sleep alright?” you smiled as you made a pot of coffee.

Peter shot you a sleepy smile that made you flush, “I had an amazing sleep, thank you, your spare bed is so comfortable. Thank you for letting me stay.”

“No problem, want some breakfast?” you smiled, placing a plate of pancakes and maple syrup on the table and he groaned.

“They look so good.”

“Dig in,” you pushed the plate towards him and he shot you a grateful smile, there was a comfortable silence as you both ate your breakfast and drank your coffee.

Peter broke the silence about ten minutes later, “you know we should go and get dinner together sometime.”

You felt your cheeks heat up and you had to tell yourself that he wasn’t asking you out, it was just going to be you two grabbing some food together. You were not about to get your hopes up and make the same mistake as you did in high school, “sure thing.”

Peter shot you a winning smile as he stood up from the kitchen table with his empty plate, placing it in the sink, “thank you for breakfast,” he was so close to you that you could see the syrup shining on his lips and your stomach did somersaults.

“Sure,” you trailed off when his warm hand cupped your cheek and you wanted to lean into it but instead you looked up at him, blinking rapidly, “what are you doing?” you murmured.

“Well, I was thinking of kissing you.”

You swallowed and licked your lips, noticing his eyes following the movement of your tongue, you felt like a love struck teenager all over again, “do you really think that’s a good idea, regarding our previous history?” you asked and he smiled, his thumb rubbing along your jaw.

“Things are different now.”

You knew he was right, things were different and you wanted to kiss him, really you did but you were still reluctant, “what if I don’t want you to kiss me?”

Immediately he let his hand drop from your cheek and he took a step back, “if you don’t want me to kiss you, then I won’t Y/N, of course I won’t,” he smiled.

You missed his touch and his warmth at once and you bit your lip as you looked at him, weighing up all the pros and cons in your head, “oh, what the hell,” you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck, delving your fingers into his hair.

Peter leaned down to kiss you and you sighed against his lips as you tasted the sticky maple syrup and your hands came to rest on his chest. This could turn out to be the worst mistake that you’d ever make but as Peter deepened the kiss, you were surprised to find that you just didn’t care. All you could focus on was Peter’s lips against yours.

You’re My Home - Chapter Four

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You’ve never felt like you belong, your parents certainly treat you like you don’t belong. Then the absolute impossible happens which leads you to a handsome, grieving boy, and you realise that home isn’t a place. It’s a person.

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of character death, ooc, swearing

Words:2112

Disclaimer:This is set a couple of years after tasm 2 but it may still have some nwh spoilers so read at your own risk, and this gif doesn’t belong to me!

A/N:Hope you guys enjoy this part, please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged, I love you all! xxx

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Chapter Four - Welcome to new, New York

Your first few weeks in the new, New York was pretty uneventful, you had yet to find yourself a job, you didn’t want any old shitty job, you wanted to be happy in your work. And, plus, you could afford to wait for a job that you’d actually like. You’d recently had an interview with a local newspaper called, ‘The Daily Bugle,’ to be one of their writers. The guy in charge, J. Jonah Jameson was kind of a crank but he didn’t ask too many questions, thankfully.

What would you have said if he had questioned you anyway? You couldn’t exactly say, ‘hey buddy, don’t mind me, I think I just zipped in from another universe,’ that was one sure way to get yourself locked up in the psych ward.

It was too late for you to enrol in university but you’d started going to night classes for criminal psychology, which had been your major when you lived in the old New York. You’d made some new friends who felt like family already, in such a short amount of time and you’d never had that before.

On a less positive note, you hadn’t seen Peter since he helped you move into your apartment, he hadn’t text or called, and to be honest, you didn’t want to bother him.

You shivered in the cold wind as you walked down the street, you should have put a jacket on but it really would have ruined your outfit. Betty was standing outside the bar, smoking a cigarette, and you rolled your eyes with a smile. Ever since you met her she was always saying that she was going to quit. That seemed to go out of the window every time she drank.

“Hey, Y/N!” Betty grinned as you walked up to her, “you look cute!” she pulled you into a hug, smelling like cigarette smoke and that mint gum she was always chewing.

“Thank you! You do too,” you smiled at her before turning your attention to the bar behind her, “so this is a dive bar, huh?” you asked with a raised eyebrow, you didn’t have to go into a dive bar to know that it wasn’t your scene.

Betty nodded, her eyes widening, “you’ve never been to a dive bar before?” when you shook your head she gasped dramatically, “so, let me get this straight, you’ve never been to a bar with a disgusting sticky floor and spent all night playing pool and drinking shit beer?”

“Yeah, I’ve definitely never been to one,” you fought hard to supress your shudder but you were unsuccessful.

Betty laughed at the expression on your face as she put out her cigarette, “well, sweetie, I’m afraid being friends with me is going to change that,” she wrapped an arm around your shoulders and steered you into the bar.

Betty was right, the floor was horribly sticky and the music was loud enough to shake the walls. But, that wasn’t what drew your attention, what did draw your attention was the handsome boy with fluffy brown hair nursing a pint of beer with a lost look in his puppy dog brown eyes. He looked so sad.

“Peter?” you called out as you walked up to him and he looked up with a raised brow, “Peter hey,” you smiled and gave him a little wave.

Peter gave you a polite nod as he took a sip of his beer, “Y/N, how are you?” he asked with the ghost of a smile on his face.

“I’m good, how are you?” you asked, twisting the ring on your finger, something you did when you were feeling nervous. You had been imagining what it would be like to see him again, you just didn’t know it would be this nerve wracking.

“I’m good.”

“Y/N, how good to see you again.” Felicia Hardy sneered as she slipped in the seat next to Peter and you had this nagging feeling that you were intruding.

You looked between her and Peter, he looked somewhat uncomfortable as the beautiful woman wrapped an arm around his bicep. Her long red nails tapped against Peter’s skin as she smirked at you.

“I’ll see you later, Peter,” you sighed and turned back to Betty without waiting for a reply.

“I saw that longing look, Y/N and I wouldn’t go there if I were you, I went to high school with Peter and he hasn’t dated anyone since Gwen.”

“Who’s Gwen?” you asked, waving at Flash who’d already set the pool table up.

“His girlfriend, she died a few years ago and Peter blames himself, though I don’t know why. They were disgustingly in love, they definitely would have married young and have had five kids or something. But, he hasn’t dated anyone since she died so I wouldn’t waste your time unless you want your heart broken.”

Your heart hurt on Peter’s behalf, you had no idea that he had suffered so much at such a young age. You glanced back at Peter to find that Felicia quite literally had her claws into him. They must have a solely physical arrangement.

“Why the long face, Y/N? It’s Friday night,” Flash chuckled as he held out a pool cue and you took it with a smile.

Before you could reply, Betty beat you to it, “we just saw Peter Parker.”

Flash nodded as he leaned across the pool table to take his first shot, “Parker’s a good guy.”

Betty sighed and bumped her arm against yours, “she’s got a crush on him.”

Flash’s eyes flickered over to you so fast that you were kind of embarrassed, “yeah, I wouldn’t go there if I were you.”

“Yeah I told her.”

“I wish you would stop talking about me as if I’m not here,” you sighed, “and I do not have a crush on him!” you protested, rolling your eyes at Betty’s disbelieving look, “I don’t!”

You tried to have a good night with your friends and you did for the most part. However, the talk of Gwen and Peter had put a damper on things, you couldn’t believe how much he’d been through, losing someone so important to him. You decided to leave a little earlier than planned, rejecting your friend’s offers to come with you, you still wanted them to have a good night. You knew that Betty was going to end up in bed with Flash, even though she’d said a million times that she wouldn’t go there again.

You hadn’t drunk all that much so you put your warm pyjamas on, got yourself a hot chocolate and sat out on your balcony with a blanket to watch New York’s nightlife. You were out on the balcony for twenty minutes before a figure in red and blue zipped across the skyline. Your heart soared and you smiled as the hero came to land on your balcony.

“Hey, Spidey,” you grinned as you took a sip of your hot chocolate.

“It’s, Y/N right?” his voice was muffled by his mask but you could still hear the smile in his voice.

You laughed, “yes, do you remember the names of all the women you save?”

“The pretty ones certainly make a lasting impression,” you flushed at his words, “shit, I’m sorry that was a real dick thing to say.

You shrugged and shook your head, “it’s okay. I realise that I never thanked you for saving my life.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” Spider-Man waved away your thanks.

“I do, I’d be dead if it wasn’t for you, so thank you,” you smiled.

“You’re welcome,” he nodded before he fiddled with his fingers, “so um, how are you feeling?”

You smiled, it was so sweet that he seemed to care, “much better, though I do have a wicked scar so I certainly won’t be wearing a bathing suit for a while. Thank you for asking though,” you hesitated as you looked up at the masked hero, “what are you doing here, Spider-Man?” you were merely curious.

“I was just in the neighbourhood but I probably should go,” he glanced over his shoulder.

It was a strange sensation but you didn’t want to see him go, “wait! I didn’t mean it like that, you can stay for a while.”

“I know, I know, don’t worry but I really do have to go. I’ll see you around, Y/N,” he zipped away on his webs before you could return his farewell. You were left staring after the superhero with a frown on your face.

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Monday morning came far too quickly for Peter Parker, he could hardly keep his eyes open as he walked into the elevator, draining half of his coffee in one. He had an assignment to finish for the newspaper last night so he worked quite late into the night and he’d done a round of fighting crime. He just wanted to go back to bed and sleep for about five years.

“Oh hold the door!” he heard a woman call out as the elevator doors began to close and he pressed the button to keep them open.

The woman ran into the elevator and on further inspection, Peter realised that it was Y/N in formal attire. What was she doing here? Y/N looked up at him with a grin, “thank you so much…” she trailed off “Peter, hey!” she laughed nervously, “I promise I’m not following you.”

Peter smirked, “dang it, I was so hoping,” he smiled and Y/N laughed, looking more relaxed, “what are you doing here if you don’t mind me asking?”

“It’s my first day, I’m really excited,” she looked so happy, that Peter had to smile.

“Great,” he muttered.

“What did you say?” Y/N looked up at him with a frown, she looked so pretty when she did that, somehow.

“Nothing, nothing,” he shook his head with a sigh. He’d done a good job of staying away from her up until a week ago when he decided to drop her a visit as Spider-Man, and now they were going to be working in the same place. Would he never escape her? He didn’t want anyone else to get hurt.

As they got up into the office, Jameson popped his head out of his own office and nodded at Y/N, “Y/L/N, Parker, you’re on babysittin’ duty today,” he nodded over at Y/N who scoffed but Jameson didn’t seem to hear it as he retreated back into his office.

“What a lovely man,” Y/N laughed as she bit her lip and glanced at Peter, “I’m sorry that you have to be lumbered with me.”

Peter shrugged, he didn’t mind, “it’s cool, just uh grab a desk I guess. Jameson give you an assignment?” he asked, raking a hand through his hair.

Y/N nodded with a smile, “yeah, I won’t need to bother you for anything, Peter,” Peter’s chest clenched with guilt at her words and he was about to apologise before Y/N walked behind his desk and gasped, “did you take those photographs?”

Peter followed her gaze and smiled as he looked down at the polaroid’s of Spider-Man that were scattered across his desk, “uh yeah, I did.”

“They’re really good, Peter,” Y/N smiled, “I met him again, the other week,” she nodded at the photographs.

“Oh yeah?” Peter asked casually, “what did you think of him?”

“I think he’s great, a real hero,” Y/N grinned at him as she walked over to a free desk, and Peter couldn’t help but feel smug.

A couple of hours into the day, Peter glanced up when someone walked into the office and he saw with the upmost surprise that it was Aunt May and she was carrying a brown paper bag. Peter stood up from his desk and walked around to meet his Aunt, “what are you doing here?” he asked, giving her a hug.

“You forgot your lunch sweetheart,” she smiled and placed the bag on his desk.

Peter laughed, “what would I do without you?”

“Oh you’d die of hunger,” she laughed and glanced around the room, her eyes landing on Y/N, “hello, Y/N!”

Y/N beamed as she stood up, “hi, Mrs Parker, it’s good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you too darling,” she grinned before she glanced between Peter and Y/N, Peter could almost see the cogs turning in her head, “would you like to come for dinner at the weekend, Y/N?”

Y/N grinned at the same time as Peter sighed, he loved his Aunt so much but he wished that she wouldn’t meddle, Y/N’s smile fell slightly as she glanced at Peter before looking at Aunt May, “I’m sorry Mrs Parker, I’ve got plans this weekend.”

“Oh that’s a shame, maybe another time then.”

“Yeah, maybe,” she forced a smile as she sat back down in her desk chair.

As soon as Aunt May laughed, Eddie Brock snickered over at Peter, “bro, you’re just so adorable with your Aunt bringing you a packed lunch and all.”

Peter usually ignored Eddie but today he glared at him, “or maybe I’ve just got someone who cares about me, though I wouldn’t expect you to know what that’s like,” he replied savagely before he glanced over at Y/N who seemed determined not to look at him.

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You’re My Home - Chapter Three

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You’ve never felt like you belong, your parents certainly treat you like you don’t belong. Then the absolute impossible happens which leads you to a handsome, grieving boy, and you realise that home isn’t a place. It’s a person.

Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, mentions of death

Words:2301

Disclaimer:This is set a couple of years after tasm 2 but it may still have some nwh spoilers so read at your own risk, and this gif doesn’t belong to me!

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this part, please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all! xxx

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Chapter Three - Free Bird

‘Cause I’m as free as a bird now
And this bird you cannot change

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Peter Parker looked at his Aunt May like she had three heads, or like she’d just gone mad, Peter seriously thought that insanity was the most plausible explanation. May looked at him with a raised eyebrow as she waited for him to say something, to say anything but all the words seemed to die in his throat before they passed his lips.

“What?” he squeaked when he finally found his voice and he cleared his throat, “that’s crazy, you know that right?”

May sighed as Peter looked past her at the pretty young woman that he’d saved, who was currently fixated on her cell phone, she was getting discharged today, “what are we supposed to do? She has nowhere to go.”

Peter rolled his eyes as he raked a hand through his hair, tugging a little at the strands, “I vote that we should just tell her the truth,” Peter almost shrank back as his Aunt shot him a death glare.

“Under no circumstances are you to tell her the truth, she must be so confused as it is!”

Peter sighed as he shook his head in disagreement as he watched his Aunt walk into Y/N’s room, “Y/N, sweetheart, it’s late. How about you come and stay the night at my place?”

A look of surprise, then gratitude spread across her face before she shook her head, “thank you, but I’m just gonna get out of the city.”

Uh-oh, Aunt May wouldn’t like that answer, “not tonight you’re not, you can stay the night and leave in the morning, if you still want to leave of course,” she added quickly.

“Thank you so much, I appreciate it,” Y/N smiled.

Peter smiled at Y/N as they walked into the kitchen, “how are you feeling?” he asked.

Y/N smiled as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, “so much better thank you, I dread to think what would have happened if Spider-Man hadn’t found me when he did, I owe him my life.”

Peter smiled to himself, he couldn’t help but feel smug but the articles that were published about him in The Daily Bugle were certainly enough to humble him.

“He’s a real hero,” Aunt May smiled before she glanced over at Peter in a way that made him think that she knew about him being Spider-Man, it wasn’t the first time he thought this, “are spaghetti and meatballs okay with you, Y/N?”

“Perfect, thank you Mrs Parker.”

Peter bit his lip, he’d spent so much time either at the hospital or doing an assignment for college that he’d hardly been able to do any of his Spider-Man duties, “do you need a hand with dinner, Aunt May?”

Aunt May laughed as she got the ingredients out and looked over at Peter, “oh, you’re serious? Sweetie, you and I both know that your cooking skills don’t go beyond microwaving a packet of noodles.”

Peter flushed as Y/N looked at him and burst out laughing, before giving him an apologetic look as she covered her mouth, “seriously?”

“Seriously,” Peter smirked, “I’m gonna go out for a little while.”

Aunt May nodded, “okay darling, don’t be late for dinner.”

Peter nodded before he smiled at Y/N, and he was out the door. The streets of New York were fairly quiet tonight; he’d stopped a couple of petty thieveries. No matter how small the crime was, Peter felt like it was his responsibility to stop it. After all, the cops were doing fuck all. He found himself sitting at the top of the Empire State Building as he looked at the dazzling city below. The lights of the city shone like a thousand stars.

He missed Gwen so much, four years had passed since she’d died and it wasn’t getting any easier with time. Nowadays, he tried to keep busy with college and the whole Spider-Man thing, he tried to not think about her. But, it couldn’t make him forget. How could he forget something like that when it had been his fault?

Dinner was great that night, though Y/N seemed nervous, she seemed absolutely fine when the conversation was flowing freely. But, she never initiated it, though Peter couldn’t exactly blame her. He was dying to tell her what he thought was the truth but he’d promised Aunt May that he wouldn’t.

After dinner, Y/N looked over at Aunt May somewhat nervously, “is it alright if I use your computer?”

Peter smiled over at her, “you can use mine, come on I’ll show you where it is,” he took her upstairs and ushered her into his room, “there you go, use it for whatever you need,” he typed in his password.

“Thanks, Peter,” she grinned before her gaze landed on the framed photograph of Gwen that he had on his desk, “wow, she’s really pretty.”

Peter nodded as he shot her a sad smile, “yeah, she is.”

“Is she your girlfriend?”

Peter shook his head as he ruffled a hand through his hair, feeling the painful clenching in his chest, “not anymore,” he cleared his throat as he stood up, “like I said, you’re welcome to use it for anything you need,” he gestured at his computer. He barely heard her word of thanks as he walked out of his room, desperate to get downstairs.

“Is she alright?” Aunt May asked as Peter hoisted himself up on the kitchen counter.

“Yeah she’s fine, at least I think so,” Peter sighed, “I feel really bad for her.”

“Me too.”

Peter was just about to open a bottle of beer when he noticed that Aunt May kept on glancing up the stairs with an anxious look on her face, “she’s been up there for a while, I hope she’s okay.”

“I’ll go up and check on her,” Peter was worried too when he saw Y/N just staring at his computer screen, there was hardly an expression on her face, “MJ?“ Peter asked as he knocked on the doorframe, “are you okay?”

Y/N looked over at him and it seemed like the sight of him made her tear up, “I found the newspaper article.”

“What newspaper article?” Peter asked, cocking his head to one side.

Y/N started to read off the computer screen and Peter’s blood ran cold, “15 years ago, Mr and Mrs Y/L/N died in a house fire, suspected arson, and their 7-year-old daughter went missing in the same night,” her voice was monotone and Peter’s heart clenched with guilt, “is that me? Was I stolen from my real parents? Surely, I’d remember, right?”

“Hey,” Peter crouched to her level and he brushed his knuckles along her cheek, making her look at him, “I don’t know if it’s you but you have the same name on your driver’s license, I wanted to tell you but it wasn’t my place, I’m sorry.”

Y/N shook her head with a sad smile, “I don’t blame you Peter, I understand,” she hesitated, “did you know them?”

Peter shook his head, he only remembered bits and pieces, he’d only been a little boy when they had died, “I didn’t really know them but I do vaguely remember them and they were nice.”

Y/N nodded as silent tears rolled down her cheek, “I think I’m gonna stay in the city, I know that you’re probably so busy but can you please help me look for an apartment? I really don’t know where to start,” she smiled almost bashfully and Peter found it endearing.

Peter grinned, happy that she was staying in the city and that she’d asked him, “of course I will, I’m really glad that you’re staying in the city, Y/N.”

“Me too,” she beamed.

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You’d had the best night’s sleep in ages, the Parker’s spare bed was so comfortable but you’d also had a really weird night. Even when you were in the hospital you knew that something was amiss, so as soon as you got to a computer, you googled your parents. You were extremely surprised when an article about a house fire and kidnapping popped up instead of your parent’s Wikipedia page. Could the girl who went missing really be you? In fact, there was no trace of their Wikipedia page anywhere on the internet, it seemed.

As a young teenager you were so unhappy with your life so you would fantasize and read about the possibility of a parallel universe. You threw yourself into that idea, that fantasy, wishing it could be real, and now it seemed that that impossibility could be true. It was crazy to even think about, hard to wrap your brain around but you felt safe, for the first time in a long time.

You smiled when you walked into the kitchen and discovered that it smelled of bacon, May Parker grinned at you from where she was cooking, “good morning, honey. Did you sleep well?”

You smiled with a nod, she was so kind, you couldn’t believe that you’d met someone like her, or Peter for that matter, “I slept amazing, thank you so much for having me.”

“Oh, you’re welcome, would you like some breakfast?”

Before you could answer, you heard Peter speak up, “I thought we could grab some breakfast from the diner, after we find an apartment for you?”

You flushed as you glanced over at him to find that he was wearing black rimmed glasses that made him look even more handsome, “sure, as long as we can get pancakes.”

Peter chuckled and raised an eyebrow as he leaned against the wall and put a hand over his heart, “I promise.”

“You don’t have to rush away,” May started and you looked back over at her, “you can stay here for a couple more days if you want.”

“No, thank you, you’ve already done so much for me,” you smiled.

“If you’re sure, sweetheart. Just don’t be a burden, okay?” she smiled as she gave you a hug.

“So,” Peter began as he started the car, “have you got any idea of what you want in an apartment?”

You thought about it for a second, you didn’t want to move somewhere so expensive that you’d blow the money you had in a couple of months. But, then again you didn’t want to stay somewhere that was infested with rats.

“Somewhere inexpensive, but clean. I don’t really fancy having a couple of rats as my roommates, the little bastards don’t pay rent.”

Peter laughed out loud as he glanced over at you, the smile reached his eyes and you grinned back as he looked back at the road, “duly noted. I know some apartments by the park which are pretty cheap and clean but they’re small.”

You shrugged as you sat back in the car seat, “I don’t mind small, after all it’s only me.”

Peter was right, they were small but they were light, in a good area and they had beautiful views of the park, and you hoped there would be less chances of getting mugged in this area. It wasn’t until you reached the top floor that you fell in love, the views were breath-taking and you could picture yourself having a hot coffee on the balcony every morning as you listened to the hustle and bustle of the city.

You smiled as you turned around and faced Peter who stood in the doorway, “this is the one! Look at the views, they’re amazing!”

Peter grinned and went to stand at your side, looking at you with those chocolate brown doe eyes, “yeah, they are. C’mon let’s go and speak to the landlord,” the landlord was kind of sketchy but he took your cash, asking no questions and as you were walking out of the building with Peter, he muttered to you, “you let me know if he gives you any trouble.”

The diner that Peter took you too was so cute and it smelled so good as soon as you walked through the door and heard the little bell tinkle, you were craving pancakes. You could have cried when you saw they had salted caramel pancakes with vanilla ice cream on the side. It was barely 10 in the morning but you wanted those pancakes.

Peter looked at you with amusement as you stuck another forkful of the fluffy pancake into your mouth and almost moaned, they were so damn good, “are they good?” he chuckled as he took a sip of his coffee. Peter took his coffee black which totally grossed you out.

“So good! Do you want some?” you asked, laughing when Peter grimaced and ran a hand through his fluffy hair.

“Nah, far too sweet for me.”

“Peter Parker, is that you?” your ears practically perked up when you heard the slow attractive drawl. How could a voice be attractive? A beautiful woman with long silver blonde hair and dark lipstick walked up to Peter with a smirk on her face.

“Oh hey, Felicia,” Peter sounded less than thrilled, “how are you?” you exchanged glances and you could tell that he was only asking to be polite.

“I’m good, how are you?” she asked, completely ignoring you.

“I’m good,” Peter forced a smile as he nodded over at you, “Felicia, this is Y/N.”

Felicia’s pretty eyes landed on you and you were very aware of the sticky caramel sauce that you felt on your lips, “nice to meet you,” you smiled.

“Uh huh,” she looked back at Peter, “I’ll see you later, Pete,” she kissed him on the cheek, leaving a dark lipstick stain.

Peter watched her go and then looked back at you, biting his lip, “we aren’t friends exactly,” he laughed, and for some reason, right then was when you realised with a jolt that you really didn’t know anything about Peter. He was practically a stranger.

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Tell Him Anything - Peter Parker

Pairing:Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: When your little brother wants to meet his favourite superhero, you have to go to the only person who can help. Peter Parker.

Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, mentions of death

Words:2312

A/N:Hope you guys enjoy this, and please let me know what you think, I love you all! xxx

For if he knew
How much I love him,
No power on Earth
Could make him stay.

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You smiled at Aaron, your ten-year-old brother as he excitedly ran out of his elementary school, a beaming smile on his face. You held out your arms wide and he ran into them. As you held him tight you decided to make the most of this because in a few short years he wouldn’t want to hug you in front of his friends.

“How was school, buddy?” you grinned as Aaron pulled away from you and you noticed that he had an excited glint in his eyes.

“It was good! We learned about volcanoes!” he sighed before his little face dropped, “people were being mean again.”

Anger bubbled in your chest as you walked to your car, people weren’t very nice to your baby brother, “what were they saying this time?”

“They were saying that I’d never meet Spider-Man because I’m a nerd and he wouldn’t think I was cool.”

You almost cursed beneath your breath as you started up the car, kids could be so cruel, you wanted to help your brother out. He deserved to meet his hero, so you concocted a plan, “don’t worry, Aaron, I’ll make it right.”

The next day you didn’t have work so you were able to set your plan into motion, unfortunately for you, you had to go to the one person who you knew was in contact with Spider-Man. Peter Parker. You and Peter never really got on with one another when you were in school together and it was completely your fault.

As you walked into The Daily Bugle office, Eddie Brock was smirking at you from where he sat, “and what do you want, beautiful Y/N?”

There was something about Eddie Brock that was unnerving but you just couldn’t put your finger on it, “I need to see Peter, where is he?” you sighed, wanting to roll your roll your eyes but you didn’t want to come off as rude.

“On his break.”

“Oh,” you bit your lip, as you made to leave, “will you tell Peter that I came by?”

“Why do you need to see me Y/L/N?” a snarky voice made you turn around to see Peter smirking at you. He looked so good that you were momentarily thrown off guard.

“I can come back,” you jabbed your thumb at the door.

Peter shrugged nonchalantly, “what’s the point of that when you’re here now?” when you didn’t have an answer he smirked again, “come on,” he took you out into the corridor, “so, talk,” he raised an eyebrow as he leaned against the wall with folded arms.

“I needed a favour, Parker.”

The handsome young man scoffed before he started laughing without humour “seriously? After all this time, you come to see me so you can ask a favour? You’re a real piece of work, Y/N.”

Irritation quickly bubble in your chest as you narrowed your eyes at him, “you know what? Forget it, I’ll do it myself, I don’t want to owe you anything,” you spat and turned to walk away.

You jumped a little when Peter put the flat of his hand on the door you were trying to open, “wait, Y/N. What is it?”

You sighed and turned back to face him, “technically, the favour isn’t for me. You can get in contact with Spider-Man right? After all, you take his picture for the paper.”

For a split second, Peter’s face fell and his eyes were wounded, he looked like a lost puppy, “this is about Spider-Man?” his voice was strained and he heaved a sigh when you nodded, “fine, go ahead.”

You bit your lip, trying to figure out where to start, “my little brother Aaron is getting picked on in school, he’s a little nerdy but his favourite person in the whole world – apart from me of course – is Spider-Man,” you hesitated.

“What are you trying to say, Y/N?” you could tell that he was getting impatient.

“I just think it might be cool if he could meet Spider-Man, I really think that it would mean the world to him.”

Peter was silent for a second as his eyes found the floor and you knew that this was a bad idea, “sorry, Peter. I shouldn’t have asked, Spider-Man is so busy, he doesn’t have time for house calls,” you laughed nervously as you began to back away, stopping when Peter spoke up.

“When and where?” he muttered as he lifted his head to make eye contact with you.

“I’ll write my address down. Friday night, I’m making dinner at half five if he’d like to come for it.”

Peter laughed, a real laugh that made his cheeks dimple and the smile reached his eyes, “I’ll tell him to get to your place for quarter past six.”

“Thanks, Peter I really appreciate it.”

Peter nodded, “you’re welcome.”

Friday rolled around and you were so excited, Aaron’s eyes lit up as he talked about Spider-Man he just needed a little bit of hope. At quarter past six, like clockwork the doorbell rang and you smiled when you saw Spider-Man standing on your porch. It was so surreal seeing the masked hero up close.

“Hi,” you stuttered.

“Y/N?” he asked and you heard the smile in his voice.

You nodded dumbly, you were a little star struck, “sorry, um,” you flushed and laughed, “thank you so much for coming, I really appreciate it,” you smiled and the masked hero nodded.

“Of course, I promised Peter that I would,” he hesitated as he briefly looked at the floor before looking back up at you, “how do you want me to do this? Do you want me to surprise your brother?”

You shook your head rapidly, you didn’t want him to think that you were taking advantage of him, “no, I don’t to parade you around like a show pony. Would you like to come through the front door? I know that you’re probably not used to it,” you smirked as you gestured for him to come inside.

Spider-Man laughed as he stepped over the threshold, he had a nice laugh, it made you feel all warm inside but there was something that was oddly familiar about it. As you took Spider-Man through your house you smiled as you could hear Aaron reading out loud to himself. You hovered in the doorway with Spider-Man standing behind you.

“Aaron?” your brother looked up at you, “there’s someone here to see you,” you grinned, stepping to the side and Aaron gasped.

“Mr Spider-Man!”

“Hey, buddy!” Spider-Man stepped into the living room, you could hear the smile in his voice as he knelt down to Aaron’s level and gave him a hug, “it’s Aaron, right?”

Aaron gasped again and he glanced over at you, “Y/N! He knows my name!” Aaron looked up at his hero with adoration in his eyes.

“He does, sweetheart!”

Aaron’s demeanour changed almost instantly as he looked between you and Spider-Man, and you understood immediately. He wanted to speak to his hero alone but he wanted you to be close, “I’ll be right here, sweetie,” you gestured to the stairs. If you sat on the stairs, you would be able to see Aaron but you wouldn’t be able to hear their conversation.

Aaron’s face transformed with a bright smile as he nodded. It was so cute knowing that Aaron was talking to his hero and though you couldn’t hear what they were saying, you could hear Aaron’s little giggle every now and then.

When Aaron showed Spider-Man the volcano he made in school you heard the superhero exclaim, “wow, bud! That is the coolest thing ever!”

When it was time for Aaron to do his homework, he gave his hero a big hug, “bye, Mr Spider-Man, thank you for coming to see me!”

“You’re welcome bud! It was so good to meet you,” he held his hand in the air for a high five, Aaron giggled as he smacked his hand against Spider-Man’s, “you’re the coolest guy I know!”

The delighted smile that Aaron shot Spider-Man almost made you cry as your brother went upstairs. You nervously laughed, suddenly feeling shy now that you and Spider-Man were alone, “are you hungry? I’ve got leftovers.”

Spider-Man shook his head, “no thank you, I’m not really that hungry,” about a second later his stomach rumbled.

You smirked as you teased the hero, “my, my, Spidey! I didn’t think you were a liar, come on, let me get you something to eat. You don’t have to take your mask off properly,” you had expected him to protest but he said nothing as you took him through to the kitchen. You fixed him a plate and got him a soda.

“Thanks, Y/N,” he lifted his mask so it was just above his lips, he had the prettiest mouth you’d ever seen, lips that were begging to be kissed, “Aaron’s a really good kid.”

You grinned, glowing with pride at the compliment, “he’s the best.”

Spider-Man took a sip of his soda, “so, Peter told me that you went to high school together but that you didn’t get on or something?”

You nodded, biting your lip, “yes. We didn’t get on and it’s my fault,” you didn’t like reliving the memory but you decided that you should finally talk about it.

“What do you mean?” Spider-Man frowned.

“Can I tell you something?” when Spider-Man nodded you continued, “but you can’t tell Peter and it might be too much information but I need to tell someone.”

Spider-Man’s lips quirked into a smile, “you can tell me, Y/N, you don’t know who I am so it’ll be a lot easier because you won’t care what I think. I promise I won’t tell Peter, scouts honour,” he did a mock salute which made you laugh.

“Okay,” you take a deep breath, “it all started when I first met Peter at thirteen, I fell in love with him almost instantly, he was the most beautiful boy that I’d ever seen. At the time I was having a really shitty time, Aaron had just been born and our piece of shit dad dumped us at our Uncle’s who couldn’t care less about us,” you paused when you realised how shocked Spider-Man looked.

“You were in love with Peter?” he asked, his voice going up an octave.

“I still am,” you laughed, and it was true, you still loved him, “but I didn’t trust guys, especially not handsome ones, and he was so nice, he walked me to class after I got lost on my first day. I didn’t want to get rejected by him so I started acting like I hated him.”

“Y/N,” Spider-Man trailed off and you could hear the judgement in his voice.

“I know, I know it was shitty but you have to understand, I couldn’t let myself be hurt by him, I never would have come back from it, it would have been too painful. And, I knew that as soon as I turned 18 I’d have to get a place of my own with Aaron, so I really had no time for boys.”

“So, what about when you’d settled? You’re still at odds with each other aren’t you?”

You nodded with a sigh as you leaned against the kitchen counter, “I guess it was just easier.”

“What if Peter felt the same?”

“He doesn’t,” he sighed, you wished that he did but you knew that there was no way.

“He does,” Spider-Man muttered quietly.

“How do you know that?” you narrowed your eyes at him, “did Peter tell you that?” you wouldn’t let yourself hope, not even for a second.

“Not exactly,” he sighed, “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he pulled off his mask.

Shock ran through your body as you stared at the unmasked hero with an open mouth, those puppy dog brown eyes stared at you, “Peter? H-how…” the expression on Peter’s face made you trail off.

“How could you do that to me? I loved you from the first moment I saw you,” he sighed and you could only stare, you thought that you would pass out from the shock, “it didn’t matter that you seemed to hate me. Then, I met and fell for Gwen and I didn’t think about you anymore, it was almost a relief that I didn’t love the girl who hated me. Then Gwen died and I was broken but when I thought it was time to move on, you were there again. You’ve always been there Y/N, I love you.”

“Why?” you teared up and sniffled, you didn’t want to cry in front of Peter, “why when I’ve been so terrible to you?”

“Because I know what a good person you are, you’ve been raising a little gentleman, you’ve put your life all on hold to raise your little brother,” he reached out to wipe away the tears that were sliding down your cheeks, “I knew there must have been something going on, but I was too afraid to ask.”

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered as you leaned into his touch, “I love you, Peter. Can you forgive me?”

Peter only smiled as he cupped your chin and leaned in to give you the gentlest kiss you’d ever experienced, when he pulled away he leaned his forehead against yours, “I’m not going to hurt you, Y/N.”

You smiled, you believed him, you believed this beautiful man standing in front of you, offering his heart. Suddenly, a flash of blue and the noise of sirens going past your house broke the moment.

“Go get ‘em, tiger,” you laughed as Peter gave you one more kiss and pulled on his mask.

“I’ll call you,” you could hear the smile in his voice as he climbed out of your kitchen window, swinging on his webs, a vision in red and blue against the navy night sky.

You’re My Home - Chapter Two

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You’ve never felt like you belong, your parents certainly treat you like you don’t belong. Then the absolute impossible happens which leads you to a handsome, grieving boy, and you realise that home isn’t a place. It’s a person.

Warnings: fluff, angst

Words:2529

Disclaimer: This is set a couple of years after tasm 2 but it may still have some nwh spoilers so read at your own risk, and this gif doesn’t belong to me!

A/N: Thank you guys for all of your support, I love you all! Hope you enjoy this part, please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all! xxx

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Chapter Two - Across The Universe

You woke up on that sunny Tuesday morning with apprehension in your stomach, and for a second, you couldn’t understand or remember why you were feeling this way. As soon as you remembered, a smile broke out on your face, the feeling of apprehension turning to glee. The feeling of glee soon turned to worry as you realised that you didn’t know the code to your parents safe but you were sure that you’d figure it out.

You went downstairs for breakfast and your parents hardly glanced up at you as you made some toast, “not working today then, Y/N?” your dad asked and you rolled your eyes.

You’d barely had a day off all week, you were sure that you warranted a day off, “no, I’m today and tomorrow,” you said as you slathered some butter on your toast. You were never going back to that shitty little job.

“What time are you guys setting off?” you asked, they were going on their annual holiday break today.

“We’re leaving here at half three, Sam is staying with his friends while we’re gone,” your mom replied and you nodded, feeling an ache in your heart. You were going to miss your baby brother so much. But, you had to go.

Later on, you were quietly packing your things and you decided to leave a message for Peter, knowing that you would never speak to him again hurt too much. With a sigh, you fogged up the mirror and wrote a message, “hey, Peter. I’m just letting you know that it’s today I’m leaving, so I guess this is goodbye,” the message was a bit more emo than you had intended it to be.

At half three, like clockwork, your parents knocked on your door and opened it a sliver, “we’re going to the airport, we’ll drop Sam at his friend’s on the way.”

You nodded, feeling surprisingly unaffected even though this was probably the last time that you’d see them, if everything went according to plan, “have a good time.”

All of a sudden, the door burst open and Sam came running in to give you a tight hug, “bye, sis!”

You smiled as you kissed the top of his head, it felt like you were betraying him, you’d make him understand one day, “bye, Sammie, I love you, you know that right?”

Sam pulled away from you and gave you a weird look, “I know, I love you too but we’ll see each other in two weeks, won’t we?”

You forced a smile as you nodded, trying to ignore the pain in your chest, “yeah, see you in two weeks kiddo.”

After your parents had been gone for about an hour you spent some time trying to figure out the code to your mom and dad’s safe. They had too much money than they knew what to do with, and you were about to rectify it. Finally, you figured out the code, it was Sam’s birthday. Of course the code was Sam’s birthday, you wondered why your parents loved him more than they loved you. Maybe, it was because they’d adopted Sam, they’d chosen him whereas, they had got stuck with you.

Just as you had expected, there were stacks and stacks of cash in there, you knew that they had cash stashed away but you didn’t realise they had this much. You took enough money to keep you going for a little while, well until you got a job anyway. As you went back to your room, you spied Peter’s message on your bathroom mirror and your heart sank.

“no, please Y/N! Don’t do this, please come and meet me in one hour? By the pond in the park, I can help. Please let me help.”

“I’m sorry, Peter,” you sighed as you grabbed your bags and left your old life behind.

You were nearly across the bridge when the rain started and it quickly grew torrential, and you had a good job keeping the car steady. For just one second you took your eyes off the road to look at a car that was driving far too close. When you looked back at the road, it was much too late, you were going to crash!

You felt the impact of the crash and you felt a searing pain through your stomach, the last thing that you remembered before everything went black was a strange orange flash. You woke up to the sound of your driver’s side window being smashed, you managed to open your eyes and you briefly thought it was odd that the weather was so good. It didn’t even look like it had been raining, from what you could see there were no puddles on the pavement.

“Hey! Are you okay?” you heard a muffled voice, a man’s voice and you realised that someone in a red and suit was holding your head up.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you slurred and tried to move but you cried out as you felt a searing pain in your stomach and you looked down to find a pool of blood on your white shirt.

The stranger reached through the smashed window to unlock the car, “I need to get you to the hospital!” he opened the door and carefully lifted you into his arms, “try and stay awake for me!”

You felt very tired as he carried you down the street, “who are you?” you asked as you looked up at him.

“I’m Spider-Man.”

You thought that was a funny name and as you yawned, you felt even more tired, “I’m very tired, Mr Spider-Man.”

Spider-Man looked down at you, you couldn’t see the concern on his face but you could hear it in his voice, “no, no! You need to stay with me, you need to stay awake!” his voice grew quieter and more muffled until everything went black again.

Hours later, you woke up to a blinding bright light and you realised that you were in a bed. Wincing, you sat up in the bed, feeling much stronger than before, you ran your hands over your stomach and felt the padding of the bandages. Looking around the room, you noticed that you were in a hospital room.

Before you could even begin to recall what happened, the door opened and in walked an older nurse with a kind face, “you’re awake honey! How are you feeling?”

“Much better, thank you,” you smiled, “somebody saved me, someone called Spider-Man, or maybe it was just a dream,” you laughed at the name but immediately regretted it as pain shot through your stomach.

The nurse smiled, “yeah, he tends to save people,” she laughed and nodded over to the corner of your room, “seems he brought your bags back, or somebody did if it wasn’t Spider-Man.”

You glanced over and with a great sense of relief, you saw that your suitcase and bags were sitting there. You were so glad that you still had all of your things, and more importantly, your savings and the money that you’d stolen from your parents safe.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Y/N,” you smiled, you were glad that she wasn’t pestering you for answers about what happened.

“I’m May Parker, I’ll be looking after you while you’re here, you had major surgery, Y/N. I’m sorry to say that you almost died on the table while the doctors were operating, so the hospital will have to keep you in observation for a few days, okay?”

“Okay, thank you,” you smiled at May, it wasn’t like you had anywhere to go at the moment anyway.

“You’re welcome,” May smiled back, “we tried calling your parents from your phone when you were brought in but we didn’t get an answer.”

“They’re out of the country,” you forced a smile, you were glad that your parents were away for two weeks.

May nodded with a concerned look on her face, “try and get some sleep, darling.”

By day three, you were starting to get really bored, you wrote a lot, you used to love writing and now, you had no excuse not to do it. A knock on the door made you jump and you frowned, May never knocked, she was a lovely person but she was quite firm.

“Come in,” you called out though it came out as more of a question.

In walked a very handsome boy with fluffy dark hair, “who are you?” you narrowed your eyes, he looked to be the same age as you.

He smiled and put two tables on your bedside table, “I’m Peter Parker, May’s nephew. I like to help out sometimes,” you smiled, that was really nice of him.

“I’m Y/N, or sometimes I go by MJ.”

Peter took it upon himself to sit in the chair by your bed, “pretty name.”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, that was exactly what your Peter had said. There was something about Peter that was familiar but you couldn’t put your finger on it, “have we met? Something about you seems so familiar.”

Peter’s brown eyes widened just a fraction, “no,” he laughed nervously, “I’m pretty sure that I’d remember meeting you,” he bit his lip, “so, what happened?”

You sighed, sitting up to take the pain medication, you normally wouldn’t be telling a perfect stranger but you had no one to talk to, “I was driving across the bridge and it was pouring down with rain, it was difficult to keep the car steady as it was. I took my eyes off the road for one second and I crashed.”

“It was raining?” Peter asked frowning when you nodded, “it hasn’t rained here for about two weeks, we’d be happy for a bit of rain to be honest.”

To say that you were confused was an understatement, “Peter, the rain was torrential, that’s why I crashed. The car skidded,” you sighed, “anyway, Spider-Man saved me, he was pretty great.”

Peter laughed as he ran a hand through your hair, “I’m sure he’d be happy to know that you’re okay. Where are your parents?”

You scoffed a little as you looked at Peter with a raised eyebrow, “nosy, aren’t you?”

Instead of looking offended, Peter only laughed as he held up his hands “guilty as charged, Aunt May always says that,” he shrugged, “no, I just assumed that as soon as your parents heard about this, they’d be running in to see if you were alright.”

“Your Aunt tried to call them from my phone when I was brought in, they’re out of the country.”

Realisation dawned on Peter’s face, “you were trying to get away from them weren’t you?”

Were you that transparent? It seemed that Peter could read you like a book, “please, don’t tell your Aunt about this.”

Peter smiled, “I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

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Peter laughed at his Aunt as he walked down the corridors of the hospital, she was standing outside Y/N’s room with a smirk on her face, she was standing with a couple of her colleagues. He knew exactly what his Aunt was going to say.

“Back again, sweetheart?” Aunt May laughed and Peter rolled his eyes with a smile.

“No offense, all that MJ has for company is you so I just thought I’d come and see her,” Peter shrugged like it was no big deal, because it was no big deal. Peter thought that Y/N must be going crazy cooped up in that hospital room on her own.

“MJ?” May smirked as she raised an eyebrow, “given her a nickname already? Oh, that’s so sweet.”

“Ha ha, no, she told me when I first met her that she goes by Y/N, or MJ. I didn’t give her that nickname, now if you’ll excuse me?” he laughed as he walked into Y/N’s room.

“Hey MJ,” Peter smiled as he walked in and the girl sat up and smiled at him as she put her pad and pen on the bedside table.

“Peter! I told you that you didn’t have to keep coming to see me,” she smiled, “but I’m glad you’re here.”

Peter flushed as he shrugged it off, “I remember how boring it was to be in a hospital room on your own, I broke my arm when I was ten, it was the most boring week of my life,” he smiled and got a book out of his bag and put it on her bedside table, “thought you could do with some reading material too.”

Y/N smiled and looked at the book, “The Three Musketeers?”

Peter nodded as he sat on the chair that was by her bed, “yeah, it’s one of my favourites, have you ever read it?”

Y/N shook her head, “no, I’ve never even heard of it.” Peter frowned, how had she never heard of it? “how was your day, Peter?” MJ asked with a smile.

Peter laughed as he ran a hand through his hair, “my licence finally came in the mail, not that I’ll be driving through this hell city any time soon.”

MJ smirked at him teasingly, “can I see your picture?”

Peter shook his head quickly, “absolutely not, it’s completely awful, I look like a serial killer!”

She rolled her eyes and whined, “please, Peter? Mine’s awful too, they’re always awful, I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?” she was already getting out of bed and walking over to her bag.

Peter sighed, “fine, fine,” he laughed when they exchanged driving licences, MJ looked far too happy with this.

“Aw, Peter! You look so cute!” Peter flushed as he grinned at her before he looked down at Y/N’s driving licence.

He smiled at the picture, hers wasn’t awful at all, she looked pretty and fresh faced, not much different to how she looked now, it was when he looked at her name that he frowned, “Y/N Y/L/N, that’s your name?”

“Yeah, why?” Y/N asked and Peter could hear the confusion in her voice.

“No reason,” he muttered but he looked at her date of birth, the date of birth was the same, it was just the address that gave him pause. The address on the driver’s licence was on the same road as Peter’s, it was the house next door. But, no one had lived there for years.

Peter left earlier that day, mainly because he had to finish an assignment for college but he had to speak to his Aunt before he left.

“Aunt May,” he caught her in the corridor and she looked at him with concern.

“Is everything alright sweetheart? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Peter laughed a little, “yeah, um, Y/N wanted to look at my driver’s licence photo so she let me have a look at hers. Aunt May her name is Y/N Y/L/N.”

Aunt May sighed, “yes, I know. I saw her date of birth as well.”

Peter was feeling conflicted, “should we tell her?”

“Absolutely not, if we tell her she’s got the same name and the same date of birth as a girl who went missing fifteen years ago she’ll have more questions than we’ve got answers for.”

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