Peter
Thump. Thump. Thump.
The only sound I could hear was my own heart pounding in my chest. The bed beneath me felt like concrete as I restlessly laid on my back and stared at the solid white ceiling above me. Despite the lack of commotion from anywhere around, I had been laying on edge since Y/n and I parted ways for the night just a few hours ago.
Something felt off. It was almost like my spidey senses were tingling, yet somehow felt different. I didn't feel the urgency of someone in imminent danger. I just needed to stay alert.
So I continued to hold a solemn and studied glare at the ceiling, waiting. My chest barely raised and fell as my breath was shallow, afraid I would miss the smallest hint of danger if I exhaled too loudly.
Was I just fidgety from the fight? I had been doing my best to avoid thinking of it too deeply, so that would make sense. No... it still felt too different.
A few moments passed by, just as silent as the moments before, and I began to fumble with my fingers nervously. The adrenaline building in my veins was starting to make me uncomfortable and anxious.
Suddenly, and finally, Y/n's terror filled voice shot me right to my feet. I wasted no time thinking and sprinted to my door. My suit shimmered over my body as I quickly yanked it open.
"No!" She shrieked with distress. Her voice echoed down the hallway before the eerie silence surrounded me once again. I slowed my pace and took a deep breath as I turned her doorknob, almost certain of what to expect. I pushed her door open and quickly spotted her on the bed where she laid in another deep and frightening sleep.
I quickly flicked the lightswitch on, remembering she couldn't see in the dark like I could, and walked carefully beside her mattress. The blood was predictably running from her nose, mixing with her tears as they cascaded down her face. She was on her (non dominant) side, more than likely unable to withstand the pain of laying on her injured one.
"Y/n?" I whispered gently, not wanting to let her sit in the nightmare just so I could admire her. I took a deep breath and reached out to wake her, knowing she would act defensively first. "Y/n you're dreaming..."
The nanosuit over my fingers hardly grazed her before she snapped her eyes open furiously. As she sat up to defend herself, she mistakenly shot her (dominant) arm out and grabbed my wrist, only to let out a cry of pain and retreat her arm immediately.
"It's okay! You're safe, Y/n!" I spoke quickly as I stepped back a foot to give her some space. Her eyes shot up to mine as she held her aching shoulder. The petrified look in her eyes quickly washed away into embarrassment as she realized what happened. "Just a nightmare..." I slowed down my pace as she steadied her breath out. She sulked her head down in shame and let out one final big breath.
"Sorry." She muttered out and sniffled. I shook my head and furrowed my eyebrows as I sat beside her on the bed, as to which she turned her head to shield her face away.
"You have nothing to be sorry for," I stated and dropped my mask away. "It's not your fault."
She turned her head to look at me and sniffed again as another tear fell down her face. I gave her a small, sympathetic smile and slowly lifted my hand. She held eye contact but stayed still as I wiped away the freshest marks on her face.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked and retreated my hands to my lap. She furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head, looking down at her own lap.
"Same as always." She spoke delicately. I nodded and followed her gaze, completely understanding why she wouldn't want to keep talking about it.
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Wilted (Peter Parker x Reader)
Fanfiction(Second book in Flower Girl series) Peter is at a loss for solutions. He's stuck between a rock and a hard place, love or loss, and Y/n is at the end of the scale. He can't keep up. He's tearing himself in two trying to find a way to have everythi...
