Peter Parker Imagines

Let Me Love You

Ever since the accident I hadn't spoken a word. Both my parents died that day and I never felt the need to talk after that.

That was three years ago and for three years I've been living with my uncle John. He's taken me to thousands of therapists who just can't find a way to cure me, to fix the mute girl. I don't really care anymore... I just live in my own world, not caring about others.

I still go to school but I'm invisible there and that's the way I like it. Some people look at me weirdly but I just keep a blank face and move on. My teacher's treat me as a special case and they don't count my not raising my hand into my grade.

Lately something strange has been happening, one of the popular guys at school has been sitting with me at lunch trying to make conversation. He hits on me and flirts non stop, I don't give him any kind of reaction but he just won't stop and I'm starting to miss the peace and quiet of no one talking to me in a loud cafeteria.

"Leave her alone would you. She clearly doesn't want to talk to you." A gentle voice said from behind me.

The popular guy scoffed and sent me a disgusted look then walked away. The boy who spoke came and sat in his spot across from me. I looked at him gratefully and he nodded understanding me.

"Hi I'm Peter, Peter Parker." He held out his hand but I just looked at it. I didn't do skinship.

"A-Alright then." He used his other hand to pull his hand back and shook it himself with a grin. "You don't talk much do you?" He furrowed his eyebrows, I just looked back down at my food picking at it uninterested.

"Right well, I'm in your English class... Don't know if you've noticed me before..." He tried to continue the conversation but I looked at him like he was an alien. Does he not realize I don't want to talk? I sucked all of my juice out of my juice box then set it down annoyed that they gave us such small juice boxes.

"You can have mine if you want..." he offered me his juice box and placed it near me. I didn't touch it and instead I pulled out my drawing notebook so I could doodle to pass the time. I really wanted to put some headphones on and listen to music but I didn't want to be rude...

"Well Y/N it was nice hanging with you but I have to go talk to Ned who is waving at me like a madman over there." He chuckled and picked up his stuff to go over to his friend, leaving the juice box behind.

I put on some music and drank the juice box Peter gave me as I drew. Hopefully Peter won't come back tomorrow...

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But Peter kept coming and kept coming, even Ned started sitting with us even though I never interacted with them. Peter would give me his juice box and would keep trying to start a conversation.

Over the months he sat with me, I started to see his personality. Peter was shy at times but he was incredibly smart and kind. He was sweet and persistent to get me to interact with him somehow. Even though I hated it, I started to like Peter. But one day I had had enough of him being caring and persistent to be my friend. I really just wanted to be alone.

He had been trying to get me to come over his house to watch movies or even study for weeks and today he was showing me a trailer of his favorite movie he wanted me to see. I stood up angrily and walked away. I walked out of school and was just strolling on the streets when Peter caught up to me, infuriating me even more.

"Did I do something wrong Y/N? Why did you leave like that?" He kept pestering me but I just shot him angry glances in return.

"Please Y/N I'm sorry... I don't know what I did... Please forgive me..." he begged me and that blew me over the top to the point where I did something I never thought I would again.

"Peter fricking Parker! I am not some charity case! I LOST MY PARENTS AND I CHOSE NOT TO SPEAK. STOP TRYING TO BE MY FRIEND AND COMFORT ME! DON'T YOU SEE! I WANT TO BE ALONE!" I yelled at him and he stood there completely shocked as still as a marble statue. "I promised myself never to care for anyone ever again... Because I just end up loosing them... So stop. Just stop."

Those were the first words I had spoken in three years and then I started crying, something I also hadn't done in a very long time... I turned and walked away with tears rolling down my cheeks.

So many people had treated me like a charity case for years, treated me like a fragile porcelain doll who they couldn't speak their minds around. I was sick of being treated like that, all I wanted was to be alone and they always did the opposite of what I wanted. They said "She shouldn't be alone, now especially.." but how wrong they were. Now I had finally exploded, I had finally spoken my mind.

"Y/N no." He ran up to me and wrapped his arms around me from behind. "Yes, you lost people you loved and cared for... And trust me, I know what that's like... That doesn't mean you should stop caring and loving others. You're not a charity case. I don't pity you Y/N. You just need a little help..."

He turned me around in his arms and wiped away my tears with his thumb.

"You're just a little cracked and need someone to fill up the spaces in between, to glue you back together." He caressed my face and put some fallen hair behind my ear. "So let me help you. Let me care for you Y/N..."

His eyes showed absolute sincerity and concern. I didn't know what else to do... After so long of being trapped in my own mind, I took the chance.

I buried my head in his neck letting out everything I had held back for the last three years. I didn't care that the rest of the pedestrians walking by were staring at me, I somehow felt safe in Peter's embrace. The feeling of his body close to mine brought this strange comfort I hadn't felt since before the accident.

He broke the tight hug to look at me and he smiled. Why was he smiling at me?

"Come on let's go somewhere a little more private..." He put his hand out for me to hold, blushing. I took it sniffing and he led me to a park, where we sat on a bench. He held me in his arms again, his warmth bringing alleviation to me.

We just sat there like an old couple, looking out at the little kids running around in circles driving their mothers insane. I don't know why he was the one who made me burst out of my protective bubble but maybe it was time I stopped protecting myself on my own and let someone help. It was time to find closure.

"What did you mean?" I whispered to him

"When?" He looked me deeply in the eyes.

"You said you knew what it was like to lose someone..." His brown eyes suddenly saddened but he smiled at me.

"I lost my parents too... I wasn't really old enough to remember much about them but it still hurt." He rubbed my back with his hand as he spoke, "Sometimes I dream of them, talking to me or playing with me, smiling. But it's nothing like what you went through and I have to say, you are a very strong person Y/N. You found a way to deal with their death but shutting others out, it's not the way to heal. You're just running and hiding scared of reliving the pain..."

He was right... I was running... I have been running for so long... Scared of the pain, just as he said.

"You know Y/N, your voice is beautiful." He beamed at me and I think my face flushed.

"Let me love you Y/N?"

I nodded.