One Last Time // Peter Parker X Reader

Chapter Four: Reality

Word Count: 1000

Come on Y/N, come on. Come on wake up, please. Please wake up. I can't lose you. Peter kept giving you CPR but you wouldn't wake up. But just as he was about to give up his name quietly escaped your lips, overjoyed Peter hurried onto the ground beside you shouting your name.

Y/N POV

"W-what happened?" I whispered again, he could see the pain in my eyes.

'"The boat. The boat crashed. A-a huge wave came out of nowhere and hit the boat. It split down the middle. It-it began sinking but I quickly swam to surface. When I reached the top I realized you weren't with me. I-I looked down to see a small light slowly disappearing, no doubt from the boat so I swam down after you as fast as I could." Don't tell her how you could go so fast, Peter. "Y-you weren't breathing. I got you up to the surface and brought you to shore. But you wouldn't wake up. I-I thought you were dead."

After explaining what happened he left himself crying harder than before, in between sobs I tried sitting up, but I then felt a pain shoot throughout my whole body causing me to squeal.

"Hey-hey-hey. It's okay. You got a pretty bad gash in your leg and stomach don't move." he placed his hand on my leg before he stood up. "I-I think the remains of the crash washed up on shore over there, I'll go check for a first aid kit. Just try not to fall asleep okay?" But as he began to walk away heaviness fell over my eyes, it was only moments before I was off in dreamland again.

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Peter's POV

I looked back to see that Y/N had fallen back asleep, I wanted to go back and check on her, but she needs rest so I didn't. I kept walking along the sandy beach until I finally made it. When I made it to the wreckage there was barely anything other than broken pieces of metal. But the one thing I did see left me horrified. The captain was lying there with a part of the boat through his side, clearly dead. After the horror passed, I kept moving until I see something hard buried in the sand. I knelt down to see what it was, and to my surprise, it was the glove box off the boat. I open it up and pulled out the backpack within. Inside there was a single granola bar and a packet of pretzels, and a small first aid kit. There was also a green tarp in the wreckage. But then upon closer inspection, something else caught my eye. A small old flip phone in a plastic bag, once I get back I'll check if it still works.

With a sigh of relief, I picked up the bag and trekked back to Y/N. When I get back to Y/N it's already dark, both our clothes are soaked so I guess I'll just make a fire to keep warm. While building up the wood from the wreck I glanced over at Y/N. She looks so beautiful, but she's so hurt. It's all my fault. Was all I thought before I realized I need to clean her wounds.

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Your POV

My eyes opened again to the familiar smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol. I looked around and I was right where the dream left off. But this time it was actually me, instead of watching myself. I was still locked in the room, but the music turned off as well as the lights. It was beginning to get dark and I was getting sleepy, soon enough I fell asleep again.
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This time I woke up back in the hotel room, I looked around and it all looked normal, but it was quiet too quiet. Before I could even roll out of bed, the sound of arguing got louder and louder. Soon my door burst open and Peter came stumbling in with a man following him and a gun pointed at Peter's head. I tried to run over and save him but before you could the man shot the bullet and disappeared. I finally, make it to him and he collapsed on the ground. I cradled his head in my arms before he looked up saying,

"I love y-you Y/N." he croaked out. "I'm s-sorry I-I didn't t-tell you s-sooner."

"No Peter don't leave."

"Goodbye."

"No Peter, stay." I cried out before I felt his body go limp. I let out a scream in agony until everything went black.

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The burning smell of wood and alcohol filled my nostrils. By the time my eyelids slowly fluttered open, I'd already forgotten the dream, but I did see Peter standing by a large fire, with a backpack at his feet. I coughed by accident, causing him to turn around and walk over to me with a small box in his hands.

"We need to disinfect your cuts so they'll heal," he said while opening the box and taking out a small container of rubbing alcohol. "This might sting," he warned before slowly pouring some over the gash on my leg. He then wrapped it in some bandage that he found in the box. After that, he slowly helped me roll onto my side, lifted my shirt a little bit, and then poured some onto my back. This one, however, stung much, much worse than the last one causing me to squirm in pain.

"Peter," I moaned.

"I'm sorry but I need to do this," he said as he lifted my shirt higher to reveal the whole cut. "The good news is, you won't need stitches," he reassured me as he wrapped my back in bandages as well. The next few minutes went by really slow, as neither of us could even begin to comprehend what had just happened. It wasn't long before we'd both fallen asleep in each other's arms.

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