Sense ↻ Peter Parker x Reader

Stick Together

Spider-Man had taken me home late that night. And although the things that he wanted to do only worked to confuse me more, I still managed to get out of bed the next morning and make myself go to school despite the uncomfortable weight of the world on my chest. I had my heart broken only a few weeks ago since moving out here- and already I have a new boyfriend, I murdered someone gruesomely, and to top it all off Spider-Man tried to kiss me last night.

Wait.

Spider-Man tried to kiss me last night?

There was a headache that pulsed throughout my mind as I walked to the bus stop. I could think of nothing but the blood on my hands, intermingled with sensation of being so close to the mysterious superhero I had only met recently. I felt the guilt and weight of my actions last night, intertwined with the regret I had for getting intimate with a complete stranger, superhero or not. Spiderman could have been anyone, and I shouldn't have done that to Peter. It was a horrible feeling, leaving a bitter taste in my tongue. 

I stared at my feet as the wind blew by under the grey sky, watching as the droplets of rain began to fall quietly. Peter walked over to me with a bright smile, and I made myself smile back at him. His eyes were so pretty, the wind messing up his hair,  but I couldn't bring myself to say anything and he was the one who ended up speaking first:

"Hey." 

I flash him a smile again, the events from last night unwilling to leave the back of my mind. The foul stench of the dead body. The fact that Spider-Man almost made me forget about what I had with Peter. The crimson blood all over my hands. I didn't feel right. I felt disgusting and horrible. I felt terrified if someone would find out about what I had done. I should have just called the police. I should have just let that man kill me- but it's too late now.

I'm a murderer now.

"Y/N." 

Peter snaps me out of my thoughts "The bus is here."

"Oh."  I blink quickly.

He stares at me with an expression I can't read, but before I can say anything else, he has already taken my hand firmly into his. He intertwines our fingers together gently, his gentle palm pressing warmly against mine as we get on the bus together. It works to send shivers all across my body. 

And he doesn't let go of my hand, even as we sit together on the bus. I watch as his jaw tightens slightly while the other students get on the bus. When the doors close, he turns his head to look at me and his expression softens, his thumb starting to brush gentle, but quick circles against the surface of my freezing knuckles:

"Everything alright? You look exhausted."

"Yeah...I just didn't really get much sleep last night." 

- - - 

The school day goes by quickly, with Peter and I not having exchanged any more than the words we did on the bus this morning. I was tired, confused, hurt and on the verge of an anxiety attack the entire day. Peter was quiet too. I wondered if maybe he also had something bugging him, or if my negative energy was rubbing off on him. All I had the entire day was a hollow pit in my stomach filled with nothing but regret. 

On the bus ride home, I save him a seat but he never gets on. It kinda surprised me so I pulled my phone out of my pocket and started to text him asking if he had something after school today. I sent emojis too, just so he wouldn't worry that something was off or wrong. 

But he never replied. 

- - - 

A few hours go by and I find myself lying in my bed for the entirety of the day, staring at my phone and occasionally checking, reloading the page to see if he had responded. But he didn't. Dinner had already passed. The sun had already set. I said goodnight to my family.

I hated myself so much that I couldn't bring myself to call him and ask him why he's been avoiding me all day. Maybe it was because I was tired. Or because I felt like I deserved it. Other than that, the anxiety of the dead body in my trash bins right outside my door started to kick in. My breathing became sporadic and I found myself unable to stop crying into my hands. 

I tried not to sob so nobody could hear, but when I heard a faint tapping on my window I knew I was caught. I turn my head and see that it's none other than Spiderman, perched up on the ledge near my windowsill once again. I use the sleeve of my sweater to wipe my tears quickly and compose myself before I make my way over.

Lifting the window up, a cold gust of wind is let into my room:

"Hey." He says softly, "Can I talk to you for a minute?" 

I nod silently and let him in. Once he's inside, I close the window behind him and cross my arms over my chest, avoiding looking at him as I feel uneasy. He sighs and takes a few steps closer to me as he begins to speak:

"Listen, last night was my fault. It never should have happened and it was a mistake. I'm really sorry, and I want you to know you have nothing to feel guilty for." 

I feel my jaw tighten at his words, and how hollow they sounded to me. I wasn't mad at him, I was just stressed out- with the incident, him and everything. My whole life here. It was supposed to be a new start. A new beginning. But I just went and fucked it all up- like I fuck up everything else.

My eyes are burning as the tears fall from them before I can even notice. And when I do, I try to wipe them quickly- but obviously he sees me and only steps closer to me as I begin to lose myself and crumble deeper and deeper into my own mind. 

"What...What's wrong?"  He asks softly, placing a hand on my back.

I shake my head and stare straight at him. At his stupid mask. 

"It must be so easy for you." I start, as my face grows more wet with my tears, "You can lead a double life and do whatever you want in one without it fucking up the other."

"That's not true."  He sighs and shakes his head, "That's not true at all. Now tell me, what's been going on." 

It was more of a demand rather than a question. His tone was serious, as he could tell from my behavior and the way I was speaking that something was actually wrong. I bite my lip and feel the lump in my throat grow more with the urge to burst into a sob each passing second...

Until I just give in. 

"I killed a man last night."  I admit, as my vision begins to blur from the onset of tears, "I killed him and was dumping him in our trash bin last night when y-you..."  I hiccup as my head begins to pulse with a headache. I can't even finish my sentence because of how much I am crying, and breaking utterly before him. 

"Hey...hey..."  He whispers, as he pulls me into an embrace that feels so familiar and yet so distant and cold. He rubs my back and sighs deeply: "It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be fine."

"No..." I sob into his suit, "It's not-"

"It is."  He reassures me, "I'm gonna help you out, okay? We're gonna stick together through this, it's gonna be fine."

I can't find it in me to reply, but his words work to ease my mind- if only for just the moment. I felt safe around him, unexplainably emotional and comfortable too. It was strange, the way he could calm me down in an instant. The way he knew how to hold me and speak to me. He's a stranger to me, but it's as if I've known him for a long time...

"I'm not gonna let anything happen to you, Y/N."

His arms tighten around me gently:

"I promise."

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A/N: Hey guys! I am so sorry about the wait but life got a bit too real for me for a moment and I had to take an unplanned hiatus. In any case, I'm back and will be continuing this story :) Let me know what you think, and to those of you who have stuck around for this long- you're in for a treat!!