Wilted (Peter Parker x Reader)

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Narrator

Your hands rested palm up in Peter's gloved hands as he stared sadly at the individual wounds on your skin. The two of you were sitting on the bench outside of the building, enjoying the small breeze as the awning sheltered you from the sweltering sun.

"Thank you for telling me." He spoke gently.

"Thank you for not apologizing." You matched his tone and watched him closely. His remorse was evident as his pupils stayed locked in place. "I know you're sorry. So am I."

"I wish we could just start over. I feel like everything we do is just one mistake after another." He shook his head slightly.

"Yeah, I understand how you feel." You looked at your palms. "But all we can do is keep going."

"Are you okay?" He asked as he traced patterns around the scabs carefully. "I'm allowed to ask that, right?"

"I am, actually." You replied and let out a peaceful breath of air.

"Good." He wrapped his fingers around yours and held your hand gently.

"What about you? Are you okay?" You asked.

"I will be." He replied simply.

"What did Tony say when he gave you the new suit?" You asked curiously, thinking back to before you two came out here to talk.

"He just gave me a hard time for being an idiot." He sighed. "Said if I broke it myself again, I won't get a new one."

"That's probably fair." You smirked and nudged him carefully. He smirked back but his eyes were serious.

"He also said I could take you to see your mom." The smirk fell from your face as you pulled your hands away from him in surprise.

"Really?" You gawked.

"With some conditions of course." He didn't act like the conditions were unfair, giving you another rush of adrenaline. "Bruce has to come with us."

"Fine." You stated. "And?"

"If you start to get angry, we leave immediately." He added.

"Alright." You crossed your arms and gained awareness of your frustration right away, not wanting to spoil this 'field trip' for yourself. "Next."

"You have to wear a suit." He grinned.

"A suit?" For some reason, you first pictured classy attire, tie and all.

"Like mine." He unknowingly corrected your thoughts as he flashed his gloves off of his hands. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at him sideways.

"Why?" Your tone was unamused.

"You're recognizable." He spoke.

"To who?" You scoffed. "My face wasn't on the news."

"You lived there, Y/n." He was almost scolding you. "If any of our old classmates or Aunt May saw you we wouldn't be able to explain it."

"Okay, okay." You sighed. "Fine. Anything else?"

"Nope." His smile came back. "That's it. Stark said to come and see him when we're ready."

"I'm ready." You let out a nervous breath as Peter stood up from the bench. You rose to your feet and followed him to the glass door, walking through as he held it open.

You had no idea what to expect. Not from Tony, not from being out and about, and especially not from seeing your mother's grave. You couldn't even remember her face, let alone any memories of her. What are you going to feel? What did you think this would help?