Tom Holland/Peter Parker Imagines

Peter Parker- Regret

A/N: This chapter uses modified lyrics from the song 'Stitches' by Shawn Mendes.

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"I should have saved MJ..." I heard Peter. I don't think me meant for me to hear him.

"What?" I was hurt.

3 hours ago, MJ was killed because Peter chose to save me, his girlfriend of 4 years. We both managed to get back to the jet that we had brought.

"Why do you keep hurting me?!" He got up, starting to yell at me.

"I'm sorry. It was an accident." I was trying to stay calm. I asked Peter to cover the west entrance of the building that MJ was trapped in. Instead, he didn't listen and he went straight for MJ, creating unwanted attention.

"I wish you would've died, instead of MJ." He spat.

"Y-You don't mean that Peter. Tell me you don't mean that!" I was about to cry.

"I meant every fucking word, Y/N." He looked me directly in the eyes.

"You're so selfish and pathetic, Y/N. It's not all about you! Yeah, we're dating, but my friends matter too! I can't face Ned knowing that MJ is gone." He let a tear slip.

Everything you're saying Peter. Every word you say is cutting me deeper than any knife could.

"I hate you so much, Y/N." Peter's voice lowered.

You're supposed to love me. You're not suppose to wish that I was dead.

"I should have saved MJ instead of you. You are a terrible person Y/N. You should have died. Not her!" His final words struck me the worst.

"Do you really want to watch me bleed until I can't breathe? Is that what you want?" I yelled.

I could see his face drop as I told him exactly how I was feeling. He looked like he regretted what he said to me.

"You want me to shake until I fall onto my knees?!" I was crying.

"Y/N...I'm sor-" It was too late for him to apologise.

"-and now that I'm without your kisses..." I looked deep into his eyes.

"...I'll be needing fucking stitches." I clenched my fists.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N." He looked at me and held my hands. I pulled away.

"If you really wanted me dead, you should have left me there to die. You should have chosen MJ." I was done with the argument. Grabbing a parachute, I put it on and opened the side door.

"Y/N, don't!" I heard Peter yell. Not even looking at Peter, I jumped out of the jet.

"Y/N!" I heard him yell my name for the last time.