The Broken Spider-Man - A Peter Parker Fanfiction

Chapter Eighteen - The new suit

TW: mentions of death.

Sunlight streamed in through my apartment windows, the rays of light bathing my naked body in streaks in yellow colours as my eyes fluttered open. They squinted at the harshness of the light but continued to open regardless as my lips parted into a yawn. I looked to my side and my eyebrows furrowed as Peter's side of the bed was empty.

"Pete?" I mumbled, my body leaning up on my elbows as I looked around the empty room. I looked to my open bedroom door as I heard a sound in the kitchen, telling me exactly where my boyfriend was. I sat up and grabbed Peter's white dress shirt before slipping the garment on my smaller body. I stood up, my fingers buttoning the fabric up as I walked out into the rest of my apartment. Peter looked up at me from the island in the kitchen, his eyes widening as they skimmed up and down my scantily-clad body.

"Wow. What a sight to see first thing in the morning." He teased with a shake of his head. I smirked and bit my lip, a slight pink dusting creeping over my cheeks at his words as I hopped up onto one of the bar stools.

"Aw, you made breakfast?" I smiled as my eyes scanned over the plates of pancakes drizzled with maple syrup and bacon pieces.

"You gave me an amazing night last night, so I figured that it was the least that I could do." He shrugged, making my smile widen as he cupped my waist. I bit my lip and looked at him.

"I like what we have going here, Pete. I know that it's still relatively early days, but it feels good. It feels like something that was always meant to happen." I admitted. He chuckled and nodded, his gaze flicking between my eyes and my lips as his hand soothingly massaged my waist.

"It does, doesn't it, babe? It still hurts that we had to lose MJ to get here, but I like what we've discovered. Even if it means that we had to discover it without her." He nodded.

"I know, Peter. But she'd be happy for us." I returned his nod as tears pricked my eyes.

"She really would be." He gave me a small smile. I swallowed thickly and tried not to cry, my heart still hurting at any mention of MJ as I looked at my watch.

"Crap, I'm late for work, again." I sighed as I jumped down from the bar stool.

"It's a wonder that your asshole boss hasn't fired you yet." Peter chuckled as I grabbed his coffee and took a quick sip.

"I'm his best writer and he knows it, that's the only thing that's kept me safe all of these years." I replied, my voice getting louder so that Peter could still hear me as I rushed into the bedroom and grabbed some random clothes that I hoped to god were clean. Or at least smelt clean.

"You're lucky that Spider-Man is coming back so that you have something to write about." He chuckled, making me playfully roll my eyes as I threw my clothes on and grabbed my bag before rushing back through to the kitchen.

"I'm not lucky that you came back so that I have shit to write about. I'm lucky that you came back because I got my Peter back." I nodded.

"I know." He smiled. I returned it and gently took his chin before pressing our lips together.

"Thank you for breakfast. Sorry that I don't have time to eat it, but it was a lovely thought." I spoke apologetically as I grabbed my keys and rushed to the front door.

"It's okay, baby, I get it. Go and show your boss why he hasn't fired you yet." He teased. I playfully rolled my eyes again and flipped him off as I opened the door, making him laugh as I rushed out of the apartment.