[EDITING] Red And Blue Looks Good On You (Peter Parker X Reader)

28. Away from the city lights

"Heh I guess you got out this time didn't you?" A man's voice came. It's too dark. I can't see him, or me, or anything really.

"Who are you?" I shouted trying to move but I was bound to my spot.

"Oh you don't recognize me? I suppose you wouldn't. Never saw me really."

"Let me go!" I shout thrashing in my spot.

"Don't worry you'll get what's coming to you. Everyone around you will too," the voice said. In a flash of blue he was gone.

"Let me out! Please someone," I yelled but it came out as barely a whisper.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n) please. C'mon wake up. You're okay I promise," I heard Peter. Peter? I need to get out of here. I can't move. "(Y/n) come on I've got you please wake up. You're safe I promise," I heard him mumbling into my hair.

Please. Please let me out I need to wake up.

            (Third person P.O.V.)

Suddenly the young girl on the couch jumped up from her position tears flowing down her face. Screaming unintelligible things. Her face was red and the boy next to her looked almost as terrified as her.

"(Y/n)? Hey hey hey it's okay. It's just me. I'm here you're okay I promise. Come here," The young boy stretched his arms out for the girl to come into when she's ready.

"Peter?" She sobbed loudly. "Oh my god you're okay," she cried before climbing into his arms.

"Hey hey hey It's okay it was just a dream everything's okay I promise. I'm fine too it was just a dream," the boy spoke softly as more comforting words came. 

"I'm sorry, ugh this is stupid and I got tears on your shirt I'm sorry," the girl mumbled.

"No you're fine come here," Peter said reaching over to her. Wiping the still falling tears he asked. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

        

                       (Y/N'S P.O.V.)

"Do you want to talk about it?" Peter asked wrapping his arms tighter around me. I only nodded to give him an answer. "Okay let me grab you some water first I'll be right back okay?" He said reassuringly.

Quickly Peter grabbed the cup I already had sitting there and went to the kitchen to fill it with cold water.

God I'm such an idiot there's no reason to be crying it was just a dream. He knew me though. Of course he knew me it was my subconscious making him up how would he not. It felt so real and he said something about me getting what's coming to me. And everyone around me too. I don't get it.

"Here you go," Peter said handing me a cup of water before opening the medicine bottle beside us. "Two more," he whispered handing them to me.

"Thank you," I mumbled before gulping down the water and medicine. He sat down and pulled me into his side.

"Wanna talk about it now?" He asked softly.

"It's weird and it's nothing I'm fine," I mumbled leaning harder into him

"No it's obviously not nothing I know you. You're so strong and I know that you always try to hide it to uh you you put on this faćade to make, trying to make you seem tougher. You are the strongest person I know because you hide how you feel to help other people. Even when, even when your hurting you hide it from everyone trying to protect them and you don't cry in front of people unless you're really hurting so please tell me what happened what it was that upset you, 'cause I want you to know I am here," Peter said not looking me in the eyes.