Spider Parker

Only You// Peter Parker

Peter wasn't at his locker like usual, with his usual warm smile and shining eyes. He wasn't at lunch, joking around and making science puns. He wasn't sitting next to me in Chemistry, trying to stay focused but failing whenever I sarcastically mumbled something under my breath. He wasn't even there at the water fountain after school, like you had hoped, even though you knew he wouldn't be there. Peter NEVER skipped out on school. One day, during freshman year, he had me sneak him into class, just because he had the flu and May wouldn't allow him to come. 

I took out my phone, noticing several missed texts and calls.

Spidey-boy <3:

(Y/n)        Delivered: 10:23

(Y/n), please answer.           Delivered: 12:58

(Y/n), I know you're in class, which means you had to turn your phone off, but please.          Delivered: 1:41

Missed call from: Spidey-boy <3 at 2:12

Missed call from: Spidey-boy <3 at 2:14

Missed call from: Spidey-boy <3 at 2:17

 I worriedly shoved my phone in my pocket, grabbed the books I needed, and put them in my backpack as I ran off towards Peter's apartment. I knocked on the door several times before May finally answered, sighing in relief and hurrying me inside.

"Oh, thank the heavens you're here," she rambled, seeming out of breath, "Peter locked himself in his room, but he won't talk to me, or anyone for that matter. I got a hold of Ned and Michelle, but he just ignored them."

I simply nodded, thanked her, and made my way towards Peter's room. I knocked, hoping to hear any kind of noise to know he hadn't sneaked out again.

"Go away, Aunt May," Peter's cracky voice broke out. I frowned.

"It's not May," I spoke, trying to speak calmly. Silence. Then, all at once, the door in front of me was quickly thrown open and I was wrapped tightly by Peter's embrace. He dug his head into the crook of my neck, shaking as he continued to cry. I heard May gasp, then shuffle away, as to give us privacy. 

"Peter, Peter it's okay, you're okay. We are okay. Okay?" I whispered to him, unsure of what he was even crying about.

"It's all my fault," a weak voice from the boy I love responded. I guided us into his room, only for him to crumple to the floor, still not letting go of me.

"It-it's a-a-all m-my fau-fault," he spoke once again, his voice shaking with each word.

"What happened?"

"I-she, she, I didn't save h-her in t-t-time, I could have saved her, b-but I-I was to-o late. She d-died be-because o-of m-me."

"Oh, Peter," I hugged him tighter, "it could never be your fault. Things like this happen,  you save so many people. And others simply can't be saved. And when that happens, it's their time. It's not your fault, Peter," I voiced, trying to comfort him.

Peter just shook his head.

"Peter," I spoke sternly, "Look at me."

He slowly raised his head, his eyes pink and puffy, his face spotted with pink dots as well.

"Oh, Peter. Don't do this to yourself. Talk to people about it. Ned and Michelle are here for you. And Aunt May-"

"No. No, I-I don't want to talk to any of them. I-only you. Only you," he spoke a bit calmer this time.

"O-okay, only me. It's just you and me, okay? Just focus on me," I smiled a bit, saddened by Peter's state. He just pressed his lips onto mine, holding both of my cheeks. I kissed back, only wanting him to be happy again. He had never acted like this, and I hated it. I hated seeing him so broken.

"Never leave me," Peter said sincerely once we parted.

"I don't plan on it. Not now, not ever. Just you and me."

And for the first time that day, Peter smiled.