Figment || Peter Parker ✔

Chapter 13

"Then... he said, my dad was a good man. It's too bad he trusted me..." Her breathing was hitching. "And then he said... it's too bad he did the same thing that happened to my wife," she lowered her head while her wet hair covered her eyes as they became polished again.

Peter's hands held onto hers. "Dylan...."

She gasped, remembering. "And he said, I'm sorry but it's time you join them," her one hand leaving his hold to cover her mouth.

Peter rested his empty hand on her knee. "Do you know how they could've known each other?"

She shook her head. "I don't. My memory," she gestured, pointing at her head.

"And he mentioned his wife and said to join them," Peter said, thinking. Dylan could feel herself getting snappy already.

She sniffled and confessed. "Then he pushed me off a bridge,"

Peter looked up at her glossy eyes. "He pushed you off a bridge?" he questioned in concern.

She sniffed harder, whipping her nose on her sleeve. "Yeah, how do you think I got wet?" she asked and Peter shook his head.

"Okay, whatever, back to this. That might mean... his wife is dead and she died of... maybe something your dad caused," he pondered.

"And maybe... he was mad at my dad and ... got his revenge by... " she assumed.

The two teenagers sat there in wonder, pondering about the truth, the answers to this confusing situation.

Dylan looked at Peter, seeing that he was thinking and she glanced down at their hands. How he was holding hers. She blushed lightly, feeling his thumb rubbing against her skin in small circular motions.

"I wonder how they got the symbiote," his voice caused her to come back to reality.

An idea popped into her head. "... Venom?" she spoke out. She hesitated to speak. "Can... Can we talk?"

She knew he was mad at her. She was mean to him and she was regretting saying what she said.

She sighed, lowering her head. "He's not coming out," she confessed to Peter. "We had a fight,"

Looking up at him, she met his eyes again, feeling a source of comfort from him as he got up and sat down next to her.

"C'mere," he said, opening his arms for her to fill. And she did, her polished eyes staring into his eyes as she embraced him. He held her close to him, she rested her head in his warm chest as her damp hair stoked into his shirt.

He didn't care though. She cried softly against him and he closed his eyes, feeling her grip tighten around his waist. He didn't like seeing her in this state. Even though he didn't know much about her, he cared about her more than she knew it.

Her small muffled sobs made his heart skip a beat, sore and ache. He didn't want her to feel this way yet he wanted her to vent, let it out, feel safe to where she could do so.

He rested his chin on the top of her head and soon pressed his cheek against it.

He rubbed her back as he whispered. "I'm sorry," to her and she cried harder yet still kept in mind that someone else was in his home, sleeping.

Their hug slowly, with comfort, turned into a close, full-body hug of embracement. Peter felt himself falling back onto his bed and he adjusted so his head was on the pillow. Dylan followed his lead, scooting up and snaking her arms and his torso. Peter wrapped his arm around her shoulder, providing her a pillow. Yet she rested her cheek against his chest.

Peter felt his cheeks heat up, looking down at the position she put herself in. He ended with staring up, feeling Dylan calm down against him and draping her arms over his stomach.

Dylan was too tired to realize what she was doing. The emotions got to her and blocked her thoughts. She was craving so much warmth and nourishment from another, she never considered what Peter was feeling.

Peter looked down at her face and noticed her eyes were closed, assuming she had fallen asleep on him.

He smiled to himself, looking and examining her relaxed face. He thought about the first time he met her. When she tried to steal his bag.

He thought about her way differently than how he thinks of her now. He thought she was a criminal but she's just as normal as he was in a sense. She was just a girl who needed to be saved, who needed to have someone to embrace, to feel safe with. She was a lost girl who needed someone like him.

Yet his mind was still on taking Liz to homecoming.