𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘, peter parker

CHAPTER 40

"I LOVE YOU, AIN'T THAT THE WORST THING YOU EVER HEARD?"

FEAR WAS AN EMOTION ANDIE WAS USED TO. The fear of seeing her fathers body being purely fucked up, the fear of her fingertips dissolving in front of her weary eyes, the fear when she felt when Marc Thompson's cold gun poked her in the back, the fear of the whole Mysterio drama, the fear of having to do a school presentation, the list went on and on.

But the fear that enwrapped Andie daily was a different type of fear. It was the fear of being in love.

The love fear, as she mentally called it, was the fear of something — anything bad happening to the one you love. When you fall in love, all you want is your lover to be safe and happy.

But the fear, this fear, was the love fear times ten when Andie Rosier thought of Peter Parker. For Peter Parker was Spider — man. Every time Peter put the suit on, an overwhelming thought of pure terror and horrifying, nightmare worthy thoughts grew in Andie's brain.

For every time he used his webbing to ride off into the distance Andie wanted to beg him to stay, to beg him to just lay in bed with her, to dodge the danger. But Andie knew she could never ask him to give up being Spider — man. It was his life, his passion, his identity.

So, everyday Andie sucked it up. She gets over it, day and day again. It was important to Peter, and thus it was important to her.

But when Peter stumbled into school with what seemed to be hundreds of injuries, Andie wishes she could ask him to give it up. She wanted to beg him. But she always held her breath.

Peter swung up to the rooftop where their friend group ate lunch with light groans.

A quiet gasp left Andie's mouth as she saw him, when she saw his black eye and bloody lip. She walked up to him, she allowed him to lean on him so he could walk without limping to the corner where they did a sidebar. "What the fuck happened?" she whispered, observing his disheveled body.

His voice was harsh and raspy, "The bad guys were . . . stronger than expected." Peter explained, wincing as he talked.

Andie's eyes widened, "Show me." she demanded.

The Spider — man furrowed his eyebrows. "Huh?"

Andie scoffed lightly. "Show. Me." she repeated. "Show me what the bad guys did to you. Show me what injuries you have." she begged, angrily.

Peter sighed. "Did I mention that you are so pretty when you're angry?" he distracted.

She furrowed her eyebrows, "Oh, good. Because i'm assuming that i'm about get drop dead fucking gorgeous. Show me!" she growled.

Peter sighed once again and showed Andie roughly seven huge green — yellow bruises. Along with the large bruises, he showed her scabs and little bits of dried blood.

Every time he showed her a different injury, she gasped. "I saved the best for last." he mumbled with an awkward smirk.

Her eyes widened, "What? There's more? Peter!" she scolded.

He gave half smile, as his lip was bloody. He lifted up his shirt, showing his abs, and a large scrape going from the middle of his chest to the outside of his V — line. "What the hell is that?" she held her mouth at the red mark.

Peter shrugged like it was nothing. "It's just a little knife scrape." he put his shirt back down.

With widened eyes, Andie screeched. "Oh my god, Peter! You got stabbed?!" she yelled, getting the rest of the group to turn their heads.