(Peter Parker x reader) Romeo and Juliet

39: Broken Promises

I broke my promise.

Now, it's not like I meant to.

Peter got hurt.

He got hurt bad.

I thought I could save him, I really did. I thought for sure, the stupid freaking flying wing suit couldn't beat me.

Not me.

It flew around the room, knocking out pillars.

I tried to knock it down. Or out.

But...it got me first. Turns out, those wing tips are sharp.

And I have a huge gash in my chest from it.

But that's nothing compared to the building sitting on Peter.

I'd gotten lucky, I'd teleported a bit away.

But when I went back in, everything was in total chaos. The walls had fallen, the ceiling hiding Peter from my view.

I had tried to scramble over rocks, rubble, and tons of iron bars sticking up dangerously all while panicking.

He'd been laying there.

"Peter?" I whispered in a broken voice.

I heard him talking to himself.

Then, the kid placed his hands on the rubble on him and pushed.

The whole block lifted.

He managed to lift the whole. Damn. Building off of himself.

And there I was, useless as crap, crying.

He let the building fall behind him, panting.

The concrete block behind him served as his crashing place.

He hid his face in his hands.

I grabbed my aching chest and wandered over to him. Of course, I tripped over a couple things.

Peter saw me when I exclaimed a very loud Russian curse after stubbing my toe.

He saw the blood too, unfortunately. "Oh my god, what's wrong?! I forgot you were in there! Are you okay!"

He was sounding extremely worried and regretful.

I fell to my knees. Which really hurt, cause there's rocks and gravel and metal beneath me.

Peter's face was covered in dirt and blood, and seeing this made me cry a bit more.

I broke my promise.

"Why're you crying?" He asked, sounding sick. "It's okay, we're both okay. I've got you, we're okay."

He kept repeating it as he lifted me up. Remember, this boy is so strong.

"I broke my promise," I managed aloud.

Peter looked confused. "What do you.....oh, oh no no no, it's fine. I'm okay!"

I was already sobbing again as he settled me down on a concrete block, examining my wounds closely. "You got hurt," I muttered.

He kept my hands away from my chest so he could see the gash running across it. "Oh shit," he muttered. "This looks bad."

It cut right under my breasts, meaning it really hurt to breath.

And bending over hurt worse, cause it wrinkled the skin.

"You'd better sit this one out," Peter told me, looking into my eyes. "And stop crying."

I couldn't, so I hid my face behind my hands.

Peter suddenly realized what he'd said and pulled my hands away. "Calm down, I'm not mad at you."

I shook my head.

So he nodded. "You're fine, I promise."

Saying this word made me choke. "I promised! But...you...you got hurt!"

"I'm fine!" He argued. "Look! You're the one they got hurt! What were you even doing, anyway?"

Insensitive jerk. "I-I was trying to bring the wing suit down! It was breaking the pillars!" I argued pointedly, studying his face, where I saw dirt, blood, and tears. The tears left clean streaks on his face.

I choked a bit, reaching out, and then recoiling. "P-Peter...the Vulture.."

Peter followed my line of sight to the billboard several yards behind us, where, sure enough, the Vulture sat literally perched on the tall billboard.

Peter swallowed. "I'm going after him."

"No, Peter, don't!"

"I'm an Avenger, Y/N, I have t-"

"YOU'RE NOT AN AVENGER!" I screamed. "YOU DONT HAVE TO DO ANYTHING BECAUSE YOURE NOT AN AVENGER!"

Peter blinked at me.

I blinked at myself too.

"Well, Y/N," Peter said to the rubble beneath us. "Thanks for making it obvious to me."

I gripped my clothes tightly. "Making what obvious?" I blurted it before I could think it may have been a stupid idea.

Peter looked back at the Vulture. "That we don't work together."

I held my breath. That hurt.

But he was right, I was right, we're not on the same team.

I lowered my gaze to the floor, and let him walk away.