Spider-Man Imagines

Never Enough (part one) | Peter Parker (TH)

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never enough / the greatest showman

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"Mr. Stark says something big is going to happen," he said. "Something bad."

You looked up at him, eyes squinting shut against the cold air blowing in your eyes. Peter gave you a tight lipped smile, but his eyes were serious. He tore them away and looked down at his feet, which dangled outside of your open window.

"What's that supposed to mean?" you asked.

"I don't know," he mumbled. "It means you could be in danger. It means I have to go away and fight."

Your heart filled with dread. Here it was - the part you hated most. More than the fact that you rarely got to see your boyfriend, you hated how he put himself in danger without so much as a second thought.

"Peter, no."

"I have to, ___," he said.

You bit your lip. "How dangerous is it?" you asked.

"I dunno," he admitted.

You curled your hands into fists and sighed. "You just got back from your last fight, Peter, and it nearly killed you. I didn't hear from you for three weeks!"

"Well, I couldn't exactly make phone calls in the middle of it all," he snapped. He straightened his back and wiped his hands against the front of his spandex pants. "I mean, jeez - I don't want to do this, but I have to. It's my job. You don't get it. I mean, how could you?"

Your eyes flashed hurt and you pulled away, turning inside of your room and swinging your legs over the ledge. You planted your feet inside and walked on, feeling tears burn your eyes.

"___," he said. It sounded like a warning.

"When do you leave?" you asked.

"Soon," he said. He stepped inside of your bedroom and slowly crossed the floor.

"I don't want you to leave after we fight, so I won't fight," you said. You squeezed your eyes shut. "I just... gosh, I want you to be careful. I want us to be us."

Peter touched your arm and your cheek, bringing your face to tilt upward. You opened your teary eyes.

"Why can't this just be enough for you?" he asked.

You wanted to snap at him. You wanted to cry. But when you looked into his eyes - those big brown eyes that widened so much with amazement when you did the simplest of things - you thought: this could be the last time you'll ever see him again.