Spider-Man Imagines I

You Are Everything | Peter Parker [TH]

The entire point of you not dating around was because you were waiting for your husband. Everyone said it was stupid, but you didn't think it was. Why date anyone but the one you're meant to be with? And in the end, it was worth it, because you met Peter Parker and fell in love with him within seconds. And he fell in love with you, too.

Everything was perfect. Your relationship was full of happiness and understanding and love, and Peter treated you like you knew girls should be treated by their boyfriends. You knew, and he knew - that you both were meant to be.

And so you acted the same as husband and wife, because that's what you would be one day. There was no doubt in your mind.

But Peter was busy now that he was Spider-Man, and seeing him often was harder than what it used to be. It was more than that, though. He had grown increasingly more popular in his senior year of high school. Meanwhile, you weren't noticed by anyone.

And sometimes that bothered you.

Today, you walked towards the gym. You always met Peter outside of the boys lockeroom and he would walk you home before going around the city as Spider-Man.

You heard his laugh on the other side of the wall. You smiled to yourself, thinking of how much you adored that sound. As you turned the corner that would lead straight to the lockerooms, you stopped.

Because Peter wasn't laughing with Ned, as you assumed, but a blonde girl. You recognized her. It was Gwen Stacy, popular and perfect.

But that isn't what bothered you. You weren't jealous of her. What bothered you was how right he looked with her. He looked happy.

And you began to question yourself.

Am I enough for him?

You stood there for a minute, then turned away. Only a few steps forward and you heard Peter shout your name, full of love and worry. His sneakers squeaked as he chased you down.

"___," he said again, and you glanced at him. He pushed a tuft of brown hair off his forehead and caught his breath. "Hey, what was that? Why'd you run off?"

"Nothing," you blurted, tearing your eyes off of him. "No reason." I am not enough. I am not enough. "I'm fine."

"A-Are you, though?" he asked. When you didn't answer, he scoffed. "You're not mad, are you? It was just Gwen. We're friends, you know that."

"I know, and I'm not mad," you mumbled.

"Really?" he asked, voice bitter. "Because you seem pretty ticked off."

You looked back at him. You couldn't help it. He was mad at you, which rarely ever happened, and you weren't enough for him, just weren't enough. You were tying him down. You, the girl that didn't deserve someone as good as Peter, and Peter, the boy who deserved someone far better-

When Peter saw the tears in your eyes, all anger vanished in mere seconds. He stopped walking, hand out and brushing your arm, pulling you to a stop. His eyebrows furrowed and he looked at you with such deep concern that you couldn't help it. You started to sob.

"Hey," he said, stepping in front of you. He put his hands under your elbows and then pulled you onto a loose hug. You hiccuped on his shoulder. "Hey," he said again, hand cupping the back of your head as he leaned away to find your eyes. "I'm sorry. I thought you were mad."

"I-I'm not... m-mad," you said in between shaky breaths.

"Okay," he said gently. "Then what is it?"

"I'm holding you back," you admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

"Holding me back? From what?"

You looked up at him and pressed your lips together in a tight line. Your cheeks felt almost feverish. "I'm not enough," you said.

"Not enough?" He shook his head. He just didn't get it.

"For you," you said.

"For me? You're not enough for me?" he asked.

You shook your head and let out a sob. "I'm sorry!" You dropped your head, staring at your shoes, which looked like blurs against tile through your tears. "I'm sorry."

"Hey." His voice was stern but gentle. "Look at me, baby." He squeezed your arms softly until you did. "Why are you saying all of this?"

"Because-" You hiccuped. "You're bored of me. And I'm afraid you're going to resent me and I'm afraid that-"

"Resent you?" he asked.

"And I'm afraid that this isn't enough for you and I'm afraid that I'm not enough for you," you finished fast, out of breath and crying, unable to calm your breathing.

Peter blinked at you. Then, as he shook his head, he slipped his hands into yours. You felt his thumbs press into the backs of your hands and he bit his bottom lip.

"Not enough for me?" he whispered. There were tears in his eyes now. "You are... everything."

His words immediately softened you. There were so genuine, so real, and you remembered all at once-

You remembered how he had fallen in love with you, too. You remembered how soon it was into the relationship that he told you he loved you. You remembered him saying that this was it for him, even when he was just a fifteen year old kid.

This was it for him. And you were enough.

You were everything.

"Peter," you whispered, and you stretched up on your toes, throwing your arms around him. His arms went right around your waist, perfect and warm, and lifted you slightly off of your feet. "I'm sorry," you breathed against his neck.

"Don't be," he said. He kissed your cheek. "I love you, baby. You know that."

You nodded. That's all you could do through the tears. Only these tears weren't full of sadness and fear, but of happiness and love.

Peter Parker loved you with all his heart and you loved him with all of yours, and he was everything to you, too, just as you were everything to him.