!WARNING: SMUT!
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Months had passed since you had seen Peter Parker and yet somehow he was the one boyfriend who you had never really stopped thinking about. Even after school was done and everyone went their separate ways with new jobs, going to college, enlisting in the military, Peter Parker still crossed your mind.
He was the boyfriend who felt like the one, the boyfriend who when people looked at you they thought you were going to be the exception and stay together forever. You had thought so too but there were too many secrets, not that Peter ever did admit to keeping secrets but you knew.
You had thought he was seeing another girl, that was the only real explanation for why he disappeared for hours on end, never returning your calls and evading questions when asked. You tried to ignore it, you loved him but eventually, it was too much and you broke up not long before graduation.
Then you'd gone to college and not seen him since.
It was safe to say that that was one of the best holiday seasons either of you had had._
Now you were heading home for the holidays and part of you wanted to see him. There was a part of you that still wanted to make things work but you knew that was impossible if there was another girl.
Driving home for the holidays made you feel nostalgic. You weren't even too far away from home but you had moved out and headed further into New York and hadn't really been back home since. Maybe you'd bump into Peter, maybe you could call things even just for the holidays. Pretend he wanted you as much as you wanted him.
The nostalgic feeling within you only grew as you drove through your hometown and decided you weren't needed at home just yet you took a detour. It wasn't long before you parked your car outside Midtown school, watching as a flow of students came out.
You couldn't help but smile as you remembered when that was you and Peter, he'd meet you at your locker when classes ended and take your hand, leading you out of the building and the two of you either went to one of your houses or decided to go on a date. Your favorites included bowling, golfing, and going to the movies with him, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as you tucked yourself against his chest.
It was the safest feeling in the world.
You didn't know how long you sat there, lost in the memories but eventually, you decided it was time to go. You weren't quite ready to go home yet so you drove to a small cafe you and Peter had found together and hesitated for a moment before getting out of your car and heading inside.
Soon you were sitting at a table facing out into the street with a hot drink and a muffin in front of you. As you sit sipping your drink, you couldn't help but smile at the memories of all the times you and Peter had come here, hiding away from the adults and just being in each other's company.
One night you remembered vividly, it was shortly after Uncle Ben had died. Peter had been a mess and you had tried to be there for him but he pushed you, pushed everyone away. A few weeks had passed with only minimal contact with him before he knocked on your bedroom window.
You had jumped out of your skin seeing him on your fire escape, wondering how on earth he had gotten up so high but those thoughts were shoved to the back of your mind as you took in the cuts and bruises that covered his face.
"What happened?" You asked softly after opening your window for him. You watched as he gingerly climbed through, wincing as he straightened up. Once he was fully inside you could see his eyes were wet and watery.
"I'm sorry." He whispered instead of answering, moving forward to rest his head on your shoulder. You saw him wince as he did so led him to the bed. Peter seemed thankful as he cuddled into your stomach and you ran your fingers gently through his hair. "I'm sorry for ignoring you."
