Subway Boy ( Peter Parker / Spider-Man x Reader ) ((Tom Holland))

Aunt May

YOUR P.O.V

I stood in mine and Peter's bedroom. I got my stuff back and put it back in my room. After weeks of being treated, I was finally released from the hospital again. I ran my fingers in my hair, sitting on the top bunk.

Why won't death let me die?

I layed back, my H/C colored hair sprawled behind my head. Looking at my phone, I saw that I had 67 missed calls and 158 texts from Lauren.

"Y/N?" I heard Aunt May say as the door slowly creaked open.

"Yes, Aunt May?" I reply, sitting up.

"Can we...talk?" She asked, motioning me to sit down.

I climb off the bunk bed and sit on Peter's bed.

"Ok, honey. I understand that you and Peter are dating, and I understand I'm considered a very nice person, but if you break his heart, I will make sure you never see Peter or this apartment again," She began, and I winced at the last sentence, "Do you want to talk? To me? About your..you know..extreme sadness?"

I averted my eyes from her's, feeling sweat emitting from my palms. I shake my head no.

"Please honey. Talk to me." She said, placing her hands on her lap and tilting her head.

I took a deep breath before telling her the story I told Peter, and then continued with, "And now that my ex knows I go to Midtown, he is going to make sure high school will be the worst years of my life."

Aunt May sits there, tears forming in her eyes. She holds one of my hands in both of her's and we both begin to cry. I don't know why she would be crying, but I was crying my heart out for many reasons.

The fire alarm started beeping and Aunt May ran out like lightning, before laughing and saying she burnt dinner.

She continues trying to fix dinner, so I go back on the top back and lay my face towards my pillow, crying.

The bunk bed started shaking and soon I felt two warm and arms around my waist, pulling me into their chest.

I flip around to see Peter, looking very concerned to say the least. I turned over, trying to pretend I wasn't crying.

"I'm not stupid, Y/N." He said, turning me back to face him.

"I'm such a mess-up!" I say, burying my face into his neck.

Peter grasped my chin, making my face face him.

"You are not!" He said, placing his forehead against mine.

"I love you, Subway Boy." I saw, grinning before he catches my lips with his.

"Finally I found a way to silence you, you potato." He said with a slight laugh.

I was too tired to fight back, but I grinned and got closer to him, desperate for his warmth. He nuzzled his nose into my neck, breathing hot air on it.

"I need to go clear my mind." I say, attempting to slide out of his tight embrace.

He just tightens his grip and pulls me closer to him. He is suprisingly strong.

I pull out my phone and reply to Lauren, to which she replies with "TRY TO DIE AGAIN AND I'LL MURDER YOU".

I giggle before scrolling on Instagram, liking pictures every so often and looking at memes.

I put my phone done and turn over , hiding my head on Peter's chest and falling asleep to his heartbeat and his off-key humming of a lullaby.

I dreamt sweet dreams for the first time in months, proving Peter has really made a huge impact on my life.

After many hours, I woke up and saw Peter was still there, staring at Mr with a smile.

"Like what ya see?" I say, doing a double chin.

He laughs and we cuddle before we realize who should be productive, but it was only 4:24 pm.

I kissed his cheek before getting out of bed and going outside, already knowing I would have to buy take-out.

I continued walking to the Chinese restaurant that Aunt May loves. I ordered many things and handed them the biggest note I could find. I had also let them keep the change.

When I left the restaurant, I heard the familiar sound of a web and footsteps. I turned around to see Spiderman crossing his arms.

"What is a lovely lady like you doing around the streets?"

"Buying food. My guardian burnt lunch...again. You can eat with us if you want." I offer.

He declines politely and swings away.

Strange I thought.

      I opened the door to the apartment and strolled in, swinging around the plastic bag filled with food. I set it on the island in the center of the kitchen, allowing the smell to waft through the house.

      Aunt May turned around with a big grin and thanked me before calling down Peter. He came running downstairs, his hair a little frazzled. Giving me a cheeky smile, he sat on the stool and opened up the noodles.

      We ate in peace, dreading the next day of school and what drama will happen next.