Wilted (Peter Parker x Reader)

32

Peter

"I can't believe you're leaving me." Aunt May called from the kitchen as she finished up making our last breakfast together, for now.

"May, it's just for the summer!" I laughed but felt the nervousness of leaving her all alone for a few months. "Plus, I can still visit. I'll just be upstate."

"Yeah, but it's weird. We haven't been apart from each other for this long since-"

"Since Mom and Dad died," I filled in for her, shooting her a sympathetic smile. She nodded and gave me the same smile, walking into where I was in the living room. I had two suitcases, one full of my stuff and one crammed with a few of   Y/n's old belongings, sitting by my feet.

"You're so grown up now." She smiled, placing her hands on both of my cheeks and making a playfully sad face at me. "Where has the time gone?"

"Blegh Aunt May don't get sentimental or I'll cry!" I laughed and gently, and playfully, pushed her away from me. She smiled and ruffled my hair before a light knock on the door caught our attention.

"Come in!" She called without even looking, a large smile covering her face. I turned to the door and watched as Happy entered, searching the room for Aunt May and smiling just as wide as he spotted her.

"Hey, good morning!" He spoke cheerfully as he closed the door behind him.

"Good morning Happy," May spoke kindly and invited him further into the room. I watched awkwardly as he walked past me, Aunt May handing him a mug of coffee.

"Uhm." I stated, watching as they both sipped their beverage. "Are we leaving?"

"Peter, don't be rude, he just got here. Let him enjoy his coffee," May scolded me and turned to Happy. "How was your drive?"

He looked down at her, a look in his eyes I had never seen before, but I shut them out as they sparked up some casual conversation.

It was so uncomfortable to be in a room with two adults with crushes on each other.

"I'm gunna... go finish packing." I muttered, though I was all ready and antsy to see Y/n. Leaving last night felt all too similar to her being in the glass tank. Both of us were upset by the time it came for me to go home. I was really hoping that living in the room across the hall from her would present more opportunities to break the ice between us.

I need to be more mindful of how she feels trying to remember all these things that she has grown opposite of. It was wrong of me to drop the idea of love into her lap, I should have known she wasn't ready for it.

However, it didn't feel like we backtracked on our progress. She knew I was coming today, and I hope she was truly okay with it.

Walking into my bedroom, it looked emptier but not abandoned. I was mostly just taking necessities, like clothes and hygiene stuff, for the both of us. By now, she already had a few things like a toothbrush and some shampoo. She has had her favorite blanket since one of the first nights in the glass, but only just recently recognized it as her own.

I turned around in the doorway and looked over at the closed door across the hall. Maybe I should look through her old belongings again and bring some things she has memories tied to; It could help her progress faster.

I realized I was no longer afraid of triggering her anger. She was starting to remember things better and even if she hadn't put all the pieces together yet, she made it clear she had no desire to kill me. She hadn't talked about killing in a while, and that was a great sign to me.

With a hopeful smile on my face, I stepped from my room and turned the handle on her door, swinging it open carefully. The room was forlorn, the feeling the same as when I packed earlier, as I stepped in. Pictures of the two of us still lined the walls, her curtains hung still and her bed messed up, as I had spent many nights in it while grieving what I thought was her.