Marvel Imagines ;)

peter parker - secrets

You sat on your best friends bed, waiting for him to come home from the Stark Internship. It had taken up so much of his time lately, and you barely saw him outside of school. Or inside, for that matter (he had been skipping almost all of classes). Which was why you'd asked him to talk tonight at 8:00. You were hoping he would finally tell you what was going on with him.

But it was already 9:00. And he was an hour late.

It was so unlike Peter, to blow you off like this. The boy you'd known for three years would have never been late to anything. But then his uncle died. And there was this... shift. He stopped texting you back. He quit marching band and robotics lab. Hell, he even stopped hanging out with Ned consistently. Which was abnormal, to say the least.

You pushed yourself up off Peter's bed, storming to the door and planning on making a dramatic exit for no one in particular, but just as your fingers brushed the handle, the door swung open. And hit you directly in the face.

Your nose made an audible crack, and you yelped, stumbling back.

"Y/N!" Peter exclaimed, clearly not remembering your plans to hang out. "God, what... " Your hands raised to hold your nose that had already started gushing blood. "What are you doing here?" Peter handed you a kleenex, wincing at your red-covered hand.

"We made plans to talk." Your words sounded slightly off because of your plugged nose. "I've been waiting here for an hour."

"Shit," Peter breathed, handing you another kleenex. You had already bled through the other one. "I'm so sorry."

"S'okay." Peter led you to his bed, where he sat down beside you. "You've just been acting so strange lately, and we've been friends for years so I know when you're keeping secrets-" Peter opened his mouth to cut you off, but you stopped him by holding up a hand. "I know, Peter. I'm not as oblivious as you think." You tentatively moved your hand away to see if the bleeding had finally stopped. Thankfully, no blood leaked from your nose. You sniffed one, before turning to Peter. "You never show up to class anymore, and when you do bother to go, you're covered in bruises. Don't think I haven't that either."

Peter turned away from you, eyebrows inching together.

"Hey," you said softly, placing a hand on Peter's shoulder. "I just need to know that you're safe, and I'll back off."

Peter didn't say anything. Which, you supposed, was answer enough.

"Peter?"

You reached for his hand, noticing a bruise that looked like a hand print circling his wrist. You lifted his sleeve, narrowing your eyes at the abused flesh.

"Who's hurting you? Is it Flash?"

Peter ripped his hand away from yours and stood abruptly. "No - no, it isn't Flash."

"Then who?"

Peter ran a hand through his hair, but still didn't answer you. He was pacing the room.

"Who is it, Peter? I swear to god, if Tony Stark touched you I'll kill him-"

"What? No! No, Mr Stark wouldn't do that."

"Peter, you have to tell me what's going on," you pleaded. You didn't want to force him, but if he was in trouble, if someone truly was hurting him...

Peter halted, turning so that his back was to you. You didn't move, didn't think you could have if you wanted to. The world itself seemed to still.

Peter took a deep breath.

"I'm Spider-Man."