Figment || Peter Parker ✔

Chapter 12

Dylan

"Dylan? Is.. is that you?"

Dylan sniffled hard before getting up. "Peter, stay back," she put her hands up. "Please,"

"Dylan, what happened? Are you crying?"

She doesn't answer. Trying to hide her face and calm down on the sobs, she covers her mouth, lowering her head.

"You're soaking wet..." he said. She felt him inching closer but she stopped him, stepping away.

"Peter, please, you have to stay away... I'm a monster..."

"What? No, you're not, Dylan,"

A cry escaped her lips. "But I am. I always have been,"

"You're gonna freeze out here in those clothes," he said, sounding worried.

"I don't want to hurt you, Peter," she sobbed out.

"What do you mean, hurt me? You're not gonna hurt me, Dylan,"

"You don't know what I've done,"

"Then talk to me instead of pushing me away,"

She only cried more. Seconds passed and she could feel the boy's presence next to her. His hand rested on her shoulder, padding it, telling her to stand up.

He placed his other hand on her waist, guiding her on where to go. She couldn't help but embrace him with her wet clothes. She needed to be held more than ever after what she's learned about herself.

Peter wrapped his arm around her before whisking her away, using his old webs to swing, soaring through the air. Tony may have taken away his suit but he still had the power.

She tucked her face into his neck as she could feel the cold air hitting her hair.

Peter's hold made her feel warm and safe like she could stay here forever. She didn't want to let go, she wanted to stay to forget because he made her forget her problems.

But she knew she would have to talk about what happened to him eventually.

She didn't know where he was taking her but she trusted him and didn't ask. The sobs kept her busy and the tears soaked into his hoodie.

Dylan felt that Peter was now standing on a surface. She pulled away and looked to see they were by a closed window.

"Okay, you'll need to be really quiet, my Aunt May is sleeping right now," he told her before slowly sliding the window open. He had let go of her and she crawled through, placing her feet on the floor, she stepped forward and stood in the middle of the darkroom.

She watched as Peter came in, crawled on the ceiling, and over to the door, looking out to make sure no one was out there.

He turned on the lights and Dylan was surprised to see and realized she was in his bedroom. With a bunk bed in the corner and a desk against the wall, she examined the room.

Peter opened his closet door and pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of shorts and socks. He laid them out of the bed for her. "Okay, you can change into these and I'll go get you a towel for your hair," he said, leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Dylan stood there for a moment, taking on the room. She realized her cries had stopped. Peter took her mind off of it by caring for her.

She started to take off her wet clothes and put on the dry ones. After a bit, Peter knocked on the door and she quietly opened it, letting him in.

To her surprise, he came in with the towel and a premade sandwich in a bag. Handing it to her, she sat on the edge of his bed, placing it on there as she began to dry her hair with the towel.