❰𝟰.𝟭.𝟭❱ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ➣ {𝕡•𝕡} ❘ [ 𝖓𝖜𝖍 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 ]

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Peter 3's universe ❘ 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑: 120703

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After returning to his universe, Peter made sure that the first thing he did was to show up to your doorstep and mend things with you as he had promised.

Peter had double-checked after locking his apartment and was met with Sanjay Agrawal; his neighbour and your best friend.

"Oh hey," Peter called out timidly, knowing that he was still pissed at him.

Sanjay turned around and gave him a sarcastic smile, "Hello, Parker," his Indian accent evident, along with his anger, "Thought I'd seen the last of you,"

Peter winced; Sanjay had never called him by his last name, "Hey man. How're you?"

"Better until I saw you," Sanjay deadpanned, fishing his pocket for his apartment keys, "If you're gonna ask me about Y/N,"

"Actually," Peter pursed his lips together, "I do wanna ask about Y/N. Is she okay? Can I talk to her?"

"Why?" he questioned, "So you can hurt her more than you already have?" he narrowed his eyes at Peter, "You know, how much you've hurt her, right?"

"I know, man, I know," Peter sighed, hanging his head for a moment, "I just wanna apologize. Fix things,"

Sanjay turned around to insert his key into the lock, "Whatever you're planning, now's not a good time,"

"Why not?"

"She got in a car accident," Sanjay replied, closing his eyes with a deep breath, "A bad one. Got knocked off the highway off a cliff. Her dad passed away and she's paralysed for life,"

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You had no idea why Peter had come over to visit you, since the last time you'd seen each other you both had a fighting match at a party.

Peter was seated on your bed, you Mom had let him in, since he had pleaded so much and Jasmine didn't have the heart to say no to him.

You grabbed your crutches from the side of the table and used it to stand up, and walk over to him.

"So, uh, what did the, uh, doctor say? About your condition?" Peter spoke awkwardly, breaking the tension-filled silence between you two. He cringed at how stupid he sounded.

"Paraplegia," you stated, remembering the nurse's words at the hospital, "It's a paralysis that affects all or a part of your lower abdomen and legs due to severe injury. A T-10 spinal injury, Multiple damaged muscles, shattered right knee cap, dislocated left ankle," you recited it fluently, given how many times you had had to explain it to people.

"So, you can't—" Peter stared up at you, his stomach twisting sickeningly at the words you had said.

"Can't walk," You shook your head in defeat, "Nope," you used your crutch to sit on the bed, putting a decent distance between you and him, "Why're you even here?" you questioned him, unable to stop yourself.

"Y/N, I," Peter sighed, turning in his spot to take your hand in his, "Y/N, I wanna apologize,"

"Peter—"

"No, Y/N, please, let me speak," he injected with pleading eyes, "I'm sorry for using you. I'm sorry for hurting you. I was an idiot; I still am. You were there for me when I had no one and I tossed you away like garbage," he brought your hands up to place them on his cheeks, "I'm sorry. I know you're angry at me. But I want to fix things with you. I don't wanna lose you. Not again,"

"Peter," you swallowed, your heart tugged at his words, "I don't know if I can forgive that easily. I don't know,"

"I will start making amends from this instant," he swore, "Tomorrow how about we go to the library, hmm?"

"Peter, I can't," you shook your head at him.

"Why? What's up? Is it because you can't walk?" Peter scoffed, "That's fine, I don't mind. I'll even carry you around if you like,"

"Not that," you gave him a look, "I won't be here for long,"

"Why not?" he dropped his hands down, along with yours.

"I'm going to Kathmandu," you replied, "Apparently, Mom knows someone there that could heal me," you shrugged, "I don't know, she seemed pretty stubborn about taking me there,"

"Oh," he frowned, "For long?"

"As long as it takes," 

"But you'll come back, right?" he asked hopefully.

"Of course," you nodded vigorously, "Yeah, absolutely,"

Peter let out a relieved sigh at this, "Have you told her about, y'know," he gestured with his hand.

"You mean," You flicked your wrist outwards, activating the web shooter that was around your wrist, and shot a web to the other corner of the room, "This?" you questioned, "Nope. FBI agent's daughter— A superhero. My mom would freak out," 

"So, how's the Scarlet-Spider doing?" Peter nudged his shoulder with yours playfully.

You scrunched your face up for a second, "That name's still sticking around?"

"I think I saw a street art with that name," 

"She's very shitty at the moment," you answered his question, "Handling paralysis, and Dad's death. I can't catch a break. Can I?" you reached out towards your phone on the table next to your bed, but you lost your hold on the bedsheet and you were about to fall on the floor.

Due to Peter's spider senses, he was about to catch you by your waist, just before you could fall too far, "Gotcha,"

"Easy there, spider-ling," you raised your brows at him, letting him pull you up and help you sit on the bed.

"Hey, you're one too," he defended, before you both locked eyes and broke out into childish chuckles.

That day, Peter promised himself that he wouldn't let you go as he had in the past and that he'll always be there to catch you when you fall.

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