Spider-Man/Peter Parker One-Shots

You Don't Have To Do It Alone

This is kinda a vent one-shot, so if you can relate, I'm really sorry. If you want to reach out, I'm totally down to talk. It will get better, I promise <3
It's depressing but happy ending so yay

"The medication didn't work?" the doctor asked as she typed away on her computer.

"No," I shook my head, unsure if I should mention how it actually made my depression worse.

"Well let's try this one next. It should also help you get good sleep." She turned the screen so I could see another medication listed, and I felt myself nod despite the uncomfortable weight on my shoulders. This was the 10th medication we'd tried, how long before I started seeing improvement? But I kept my lips sealed and awkwardly cleared my throat.

"I really hope it works." I tried to smile but it didn't reach my ears. "I don't have any more money to visit you anymore." The doctor nodded solemnly, her eyes casting downward for only a second.

"I'm sure it will."

"(Y/N)!" My eyes snapped upward to see Peter looking at me in concern. "You were totally spaced out there," he laughed good naturedly and the familiar feeling of my expression copying his grounded me.

"Ha, sorry. I've been kinda out of it lately. I didn't get a lot of sleep last night." His smile turned into a concerned frown, but I kept my smile beaming.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I felt something get lodged in my throat and I had to take a second to clear my throat, my smile slipping for just a moment.

"Yeah, it's just hard for my brain to power down sometimes. Speaking of, have you been getting more sleep lately?" I leaned closer so the kids around us couldn't hear and he did the same.

"Well Scorpion hasn't been making it easy, but I've been trying."

"Somebody cares about you, so you better be trying your best!" I mock glared at him as I gently took his hand. He squeezed our hands then placed a kiss on the back of my hand.

"Of course I'm trying. I don't need you worrying about me so much."

"It's what I do!" I grinned with my eyes closed. He chuckled and shook his head. "You know my window is always open Spider-" I cut myself off and looked around, seeing nobody paying attention.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're trying to spill my secret." He barely contained his smile as he shook his head at me.

"Hey, you know my memory isn't very good. It's been...really spotty recently."

"You should see the doctor about that."

"Ha! Like I have the money for that." I rolled my eyes, brushing off his concern just like that. "I don't need to visit just so I can hear the words 'we don't know what's wrong with you'. I can do the same thing in the mirror for hundreds of less dollars."

"Well they're there to help so it's worth giving it a shot." I waved my hand in the air as if waving away the thought. "You never know until you try."

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" I joked, seeing him roll his eyes but stand up.

"Fine. I'll see you after school." He leaned down to give me a kiss then left to go to class.

As he walked away, I found my mask slipping. I was exhausted, not just from garbage sleep but from faking it so much. But nobody likes depressed people, and if Peter found out, he'd leave me. But lying to him felt wrong, like I was manipulating him into dating me. I sighed and put my face in my hands. But I loved being with him, and I don't know how much worse I would be if he wasn't there. He felt like my lifeline more than once, and not just because he was a superhero.