Always | Peter Parker x Reader

Chapter 30: I'm sorry

Sorry for not updating everyday, I'm just busy. But this one is pretty long, so that's good.

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I sat up with a jolt, and I looked around me. Somehow, I was in my bed. I noticed that my phone was on my dresser, and I checked the time.

3:28 am, Tuesday.

I got out of my bed, and noticed I was wearing only a sports bra, underwear, and a T-shirt.

Peter's shirt.

I pulled the covers back and climbed out of my bed.

I walked over to my door and opened it. I quietly stepped out of my room, and across the hall to Peter's door.

I knocked lightly and called his name. Hopefully he was here tonight. We still had his room all set up, for cases like these.

A second later, Peter opened the door, with his hair all messed up and sticking out in weird places.

"Hey," he greeted me, rubbing his eyes. "Come in."

"Hey, sorry," I mumbled.

He went and sat on his bed, and I sat next to him.

"Are you ok?" I asked him, grabbing his shirt and hugging him.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. What's this for?"

"God, where were you, Peter?" I asked.

"I-I don't know."

"What?" I questioned, pulling away.

"I just remember being on my way home on Friday from when we were in the park. Something cut my web, and I passed out."

"That's it?"

"Well, then I remember seeing you. Jesus Christ, Y/N, I almost killed you. Again."

"No, no, that wasn't you. You weren't in control. It was the other guy."

"Y/N, I am so, so sorry," he cried.

"I know, it's ok," I said to him.

He hugged me, tightly.

I kept running my hands through his hair, pulling slightly.

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After about an hour, I finally got Peter to calm down, and to stop blaming himself.

"Y/N?" he asked me, as we laid in each other's arms peacefully.

"Hm?"

"Don't get mad, please-"

"Uh oh," I laughed.

"It's not that big of a deal, I just want to get it off my chest. I don't want you hearing about it from somebody else."

"Ok."

"Ok, so I might've, talked to Flash," He mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

"You what? What did you say?" I whisper/yelled, sitting up.

"I just said, t-that if he goes near you again I'm going to have to bust his balls."

"What? Why would you say that?! Look, Peter. What he did was not ok, at all. But I don't know how to deal with this. We can't exactly file a lawsuit, then people will know who I really am. But I don't want him getting away with it, either. So just leave it alone, there's nothing you, or anyone, can do. I'll think of something to do, just give me some time, ok? I'll make sure it's taken care of. But seriously, why did you do that? He could hurt you, again."