He's been.. Leaving! Just fucking leaving. Its been happening more sense you two started to date.
You never said anything, you didn't want him to get mad.
But you could almost swear he was cheating.
He wouldnt let you touch his phone, in the middle of the night he was just flee, and he wouldnt let you go near his closet.
Tonight, he was coming over. Something he rarely did anymore.
You also felt horrible for Pete.. His uncle recently died. Every time you brought it out he would get all distant, and leave.
Your phone buzzed on the table. You snapped your head in its direction, your feet landed on the cold wooden ground as you jumped off the counter. Slowly you grabbed your phone.
The screen read-
Peter <3-
Hey, you dont have a first aid kit.. Do you?
Y/N xD
Yes.. I do have a first aid kit. You aren't hurt right?
Peter
no! of course not. Just a scratch. You mind if I come over now?
Y/N
Of course not pete.
As soon as your message got delivered you heard a few taps on your window. Your brows scrunched as you put your phone down and slowly walked back into your bedroom.
And there he was, on your fire escape with that goofy grin that always made you stay with him.
Unlocking your window, you opened it with a bit of struggle. Easily, Peter helped you lift it up with one hand.
"Hey." He breathed. You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and smiled, stepping aside so he could come into the room.
With a light thud he landed, keeping eye contact with you.. Almost as if he was waiting for something.
You didn't notice it as first, must've been the light in your room; but he had a huge bruise already forming on his eye.
"JUST A CUT PETER, JUST A CUT?!" You gasped, quickly tilting his face to get a better look at it.
He cringed at your sudden change in tone. "Im sorry, its not as bad as it looks."
You sighed and let go of his face, giving him a look of concern before scurrying into your bathroom to get some cotton balls and alcohol.
"Tell me what happened." You said from the bathroom, as Peter sat on your bed enjoying the scent of you.
"Erm, A lady was getting mugged."
"Again?" You mumbled, coming out from the bathroom.
"You aren't in a gang or anything right?" You chuckled, only 75% serious.
He smirked and shook his head. "Peter, thats what police are for." You said, trying to reason with him as you sat in front of him with your cotton balls.
"They would have never gotten there in time, besides.. I was right there. What was I suppose to do? Do nothing?"
Another lie.
You knew he was lying.
He didn't do it for the ladies purse. He did it for his uncle. Trying to find whoever shot him.
You got the cotton ball damp. "They will find him."
His shoulders sank, knowing his lie didn't work.
"Not in time. He should be in jail by now. He should be fucking dead by now." He mumbled.
You hesitated before responding. "Its not your job Pete. Let spider man do it or whatever."
He huffed.
"He might not kill him.. Spider Man would never do that, thats too graphic for him. He doesn't kill." You muttered, being a big fan of the crime fighting spider ling.
"You have so much to loose Pete." You sighed. "This is going to hurt."
You gently dabbed the cotton ball onto his face, you noticed his jaw clenched.
"ahh, okay- im fine." He whispered, pushing your hand away.
"Yeah Peter, you look so fine. Fighting criminals who have guns with what? Your fists?"
He rolled his eyes and stood up. "You're so sarcastic."
"Sarcasm is nice, its like punching people in their face." You replied, standing up with him.
"Do you have anything to-" He waved around his face. "C-cover this?"
You chewed on his lip, squinting your eyes at his bruise. "Maaaaybe... Go sit at my desk." You said, with a nod towards the direction of your desk.
Quickly, you walked into your bathroom and dug into your makeup. You were a lot paler than Peter, so it might be difficult.
"Woah! Did you draw this?"
You heard Peter yell from your bedroom. You scrunched your brows, and found your concelar. Quickly, you walked backed into your bedroom and saw what Peter was looking at.
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"Peter!" You yelled, shoving the drawing in a random drawer.
"I didnt know you could draw?"
"Why were you going through my stuff?!"
A car alarm went off in the distance, causing Peter to abruptly stand up.
He quickly took your concelar and ran to your fire escape.
