Spider Parker

Peter Parker // Alternate Reality

(I wrote this like.. a week and a half ago but I didn't have the will power to edit it until now)

I was begging for the Endgame trailer but I kinda wanna throw it back?? I'm angry and I feel betrayed because TONY IS DYING IN SPACE AND CLINT IS RONIN AND CAP WAS CRYING AND WHY THE HECK IS SCOTT NOW IN THE BIG WORLD AGAIN AND SHURI DIDN'T SURVIVE THE SNAP AND I'M JUST NOT OKAY, OKAY? I HAVE TOO MANY QUESTIONS AND NONE OF THEM ARE GONNA BE ANSWERED AND I JUST WANT LOKI BUCKY AND MY BABY PETER BACK 

Let's just pretend the MCU isn't crumbling faster than my love life

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Spider Man.

A nickname that brought chills to any spine that lived in New York. 

Well...

Everyone but me.

I rushed through the pouring rain, back to my small apartment- praying my hood covered my entire face. I quickly pushed the key into the doorknob, and threw my bag into the dark living room.

"Ouch," Peter groaned as I turned on the light.

"Sorry, Baby," I apologized, "I wasn't thinking."

"Clearly," he laughed and got up. He walked over and put his arms loosely around my waist, kissing me gently, "How are you?"

"Good, good," I nodded, putting my keys in their dish, "And you?"

"As good as I can be," he smiled sweetly.

"Any nightmares?" I whispered, leading him over to the couch.

"Uh.." he thought for a second, the dark circles under his eyes becoming more visible, "No.."

"You're lying," I gently lifted his face to look at me, "Talk about it. It'll make you feel better."

"Yeah.. I know," he shrugged and stayed silent for a minute or two, "... I was back in the lab. And- and it was dark. There were needles pricking me. All I could do was scream. The doctors all threatened me with those cursed words-" 

"It was just in your head, Pete," I comforted, "You're not there anymore. I won't let that happen."

"But that's the thing!" he shouted, immediately shying away again and letting a few tears fall, "I was there. It wasn't just in my head- I was there! They still have control over me! I could- I could hurt you."

"But you won't," I assured, "They won't find you here. You won't hear those words again."

"I killed people, (Y/n). That should scare you," he growled.

"No. Peter didn't kill people, HYDRA did," I spoke sternly, rubbing his arm.

"I still remember those children. Their screams as I slowly twisted their mother's neck. You don't understand, (Y/n). I've ruined people lives. I'm just gonna ruin your life, too. You don't deserve this. I'm a monster-"

"Peter Parker. Don't," I warned, "I'm not leaving you. I told you- we're in this together."

"I just want to be okay again," he whimpered, leaning onto me. I wrapped my arms around him securely, playing with his hair.

"Peter?" he hummed in response, waiting for me to continue, "I love you."

"Why?" his raspy voiced wondered, shaking with fear, "I killed my own family. How can you love someone like that?"

"Because that's not Peter. Maybe HYDRA finds short cuts, but Peter doesn't. The Peter I know loves Star Wars, and movie nights. And cuddling 'til the sun rise. And making cheesy puns. That's who I fell in love with- and it's who I'm staying with," I promised. 

"I need you," he sighed, "Promise you won't leave. I wanna hear it."

"I'm never gonna leave you, Peter. I promise," I smiled and threw a blanket over the both of us, the only other sound being the rain against the window. 

"I love when you say my name," he smiled goofily, "And I love you."

"There's my Pete," I chuckled.

 He looked up and kissed me, leaving his worries in the back of his mind.

And for the first time in a while, Peter was happy..

A/N: not sure how I feel about this?? I like the HYDRA idea, but like... I'm not sure?????  Vote if you liked it, though cause idk where to go with my imagines... 

Love you guys!