The Wing-Woman (Peter Parker X Reader)

Round 8: A Walk Down Memory Lane

Peter approached slowly, "Hey, are you okay?" He asks.

I don't think he noticed his scrapbook in my lap.

Peter sat down next to me, glanced down and saw his book. He slowly pulled the book closed and placed it on the coffee table.

"Are you okay?" He repeats.

I slowly nod, looking to the floor.

"Are you sure?"

I look up again. His eyes were genuinely concerned. I shake my head.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

This time I responded by hugging him.

He was a little confused at first, I could tell because he was tense, it wasn't long before his arms wrapped around my back, pulling me a little closer to him.

"I'm sorry." I whimpered into his chest.

Still hugging me close, "What are you apologizing for?" Peter asks.

I pull away and look towards the book on the table, Peter moves one of his hands from my back, places it along my jawline and turns my head to face him. As soon as our eyes lock I found the thing that I couldn't identify in his eyes before. Pain. Loss. Those were expertly hidden to the public, but they were easily uncovered once you found out anything about his past.

Using his thumb, Peter catches a few tears and brushes them a side, "Hey, hey, hey, that's not your fault."

As if my mouth has a mind of it's own, I start speaking in a low voice, "It's not your's either."

Peter's eyes widened as he realized what I just said. As his eyes became glossy I quickly apologized, "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I had no right-"

Peter cut my off with a hug. This one was different from the last, it was one he wanted, he needed. I felt something wet fall onto my hair, Peter was crying. I did this to him, I made him cry, I brought up these old feelings.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I say into his shoulder.

I opened my eyes and Aunt May was there, "Thank you."

I gave her a sad smile before she got up and left to her room without making a noise.

Peter's shoulders shook slightly as his tears fall down his cheeks and onto my shirt, signaling to me that he was crying. Peter was crying because of me. I did this to him.

I began to cry harder. A few minutes passed with us silently clutching onto each other as if we let go we would die. We pulled away from each other, Peter's eyes were wet and red, just as mine were. I was the first to speak, "I'm sorry, I didn-"

Peter cut me off, "Stop that." Peter looked to the floor.

I stayed silent, shocked and confused.

"Stop apologizing. It won't fix anything." Peter's tone changed into a defensive one, as his fists clenched.

"I know." I said quietly, "But blaming yourself won't do anything either."

He looked up and made eye contact with me, his face softened.

Before he could speak I said, "Don't act like you don't. Peter, I know."

"How could y-" I cut him off.

"I did too." I paused, "I grew up in a toxic environment, where my mom constantly reminded me that I was a mistake that could never be forgiven. That I ruined her life by coming into exsistance." Why am I telling him this? I've never talked about this with anyone. Not even with Vinnie. Why him?