Electric Web (A Peter Parker Fanfiction)

The Past (Part 14)

Warnings; MDNI 18+, Swearing, Mentions of past homelessness, swearing, descriptions of blood, Descriptions of wounds, Mentions of guns, mentions of drugs, Mentions of past torture, mentions of past domestic violence, 

Special TW for domestic abuse that leads to gun use and  family death specifically. WAe're talking about the nitty gritty of Astoria's Backstory in this one and it's not Pleasant. Each chapter will have it's own warnings!! If I missed anything, let me know

W/C; 4K

Summery; A recently fired ER nurse named Astoria gets unintentionally wrapped up in the life of Spider-Man when he's sent flying through her window with wounds that need tending to.

Friends to Lovers, Roommates, idiots in love, mutual pining, Slow Burn, Genuine Plot, Fake dating trope (Sometimes), Eventual Fluff, Eventual Borderline Smut, Astoria and Peter are both in their early 20's.

A/N: Hi! Wow I'm kinda posting regularly again (Knock on wood) that is so cool. Anyway! This chapter was sad to write and unfortunately a little too close to home, but things will slowly start picking up from here, we just had to get the important backstory stuff started. If you feel the need to skim through this chapter while the backstory is being spoken about, you are more than welcome to do that, or just skip it entirely if it's triggering to you! As important as it is, I would never want anyone to read anything that triggers them just because it may add context to the story <3 Please enjoy!

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Astoria's P.O.V

The car ride back to the apartment feels like a blur. My thoughts a strange mixture of whether I should be appreciating the flowers in my hands more, or being able to look out the car window. 

In between the weird inner turmoil of not knowing where is more important to look, I mostly think about my brother. I haven't spoken to Silas since I was 14 years old. He must be, what, 26 now? I wonder if he has a family. If he does, I hope it's nothing like ours was. 

I can't blame my brother for the things he said when he was 18. In his eyes, it's my fault everything happened, my fault he doesn't have a family. And honestly, he would be right. 

Mostly, I wonder if he still believes the things he said, or worse if he'll stick to his word. What did he say when Peter called him? Was he easy to find? How much about my past does Peter know now?

If I could get my mouth to open, or the courage to look at Peter and speak, I could find out right now. Instead, it sounds like all of my thoughts are happening at once, and all I can do is sit in silence, listening to the faint sounds of the radio. 

The apartment almost feels daunting as the cab pulls up, barely registering anything happening around me until Peter and I are stepping out of the elevator and walking down the hallway. The only thing that pulls me back into my body being Peters voice as he walks in pace next to me. 

"Uh, the apartment is kinda messy," He trails off, rubbing the back of his neck as he barely glances at me. "I just wasn't here a whole lot while you were gone."

"It's fine, Pete," I shrug, more than happy to be home no matter what state it's in. "Where were you?"

I'm more curious than anything about what he was up to while I was gone. I wondered rather often while I was down in that basement what everyone else was doing. It kept me sane thinking about Peter at home, watching some reality TV show he insists he doesn't actually care about while he wears his Spider-Man PJ pants. It was a nice memory to look back on so I didn't have to think about how cold it was, or how bad it hurt to lay on the concrete for days straight.