Peter Parker Imagines

Missing him

WARNINGS: Endgame spoilers

Words: 980
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I was sitting alone at the Avengers compound. Everyone was on a mission. I don't know where they went and to be honest, I couldn't care less. A blanket wrapped around my whole body as I stared at the screen in front of me. I was watching some YouTube to keep me busy and distracted, but all I could think of was him. My dad. All I could do was cry. I know he wouldn't want me to be like this, but it's so hard to move on. The Avengers always give me that guilty and sympathetic look whenever I walk by them. They have been really worried about my health, I can tell they worry. They haven't said anything to me about it though. Maybe it's my fault because I'm too sad to have a normal conversation with someone.

Peter hasn't been doing well either. I never see him anymore. I mean, I wouldn't blame him. I'm also locked inside my room, crying about my fathers sacrifice.

At the moment, no one was here to comfort me or worry about me. Everyone was outside doing superhero stuff while I was sitting in front of the TV on my own. My eyes were still red and blotchy from before but that didn't stop me from enjoying at least one of my favorite YouTuber's videos. I chuckle sadly at a joke they made and grab a chip out of my chips bag. I hear shuffling behind me and I immediately get ready to defend myself. My hands glowing as I turn around swiftly. My face softens immediately as I see Peter looking down sadly. He rubs his arm. He was wearing red plaid PJ pants and a plain white tee with a science pun on it. His hair was a mess and I could hear sniffling.

"Oh, sorry Pete," I apologize for going into attack mode immediately. "I thought you were with the others," I ask him. He shrugs. "I didn't bother.." He mumbles as he wipes away a tear rolling down his cheek. "I- Is it okay if I join you?" Peter gets all flustered as he finally looks up at you. Dark circles, his cheeks were tear-stained and his eyes were red. Peter is a mess. I felt bad for him because we are going through the exact same thing. "Yes, of course," I tell him and he nods, moving around the couch to sit next to me. He plops down and I share my blanket with him.

I play a random video. We both watch it. I got a little closer to him, feeling the need to comfort him. He looks so distraught. We both are. I slowly place my hand on his. He looks down at me, as I smile up sadly at him. I put my head on his shoulder and cuddle up against him. His arm wraps around my waist as he pulls me closer. He moves my legs onto his. He removes his hand from mine and pulls me as close as he can to him. I was surprised but couldn't complain. It was a tough situation and we had to get through it somehow. As my eyes were still glued against the TV screen, I moved my arms to wrap them around Peter.

Finally, he let's go and I feel his tears falling onto my head as he sobs into my hair. I held him closer than ever before.

All of the sudden, I feel my eyes start to water and a lump was forming in my throat. I try to stay strong Peter but this time, I had to let it all out. I did. I sobbed into Peters shirt as he sobbed into my hair. Tears falling freely from both our cheeks as we both just held each other. A random video playing in the background.

After a while, and then a long while, I move away and wipe away my tears. Peter looks down at me as he still held my waist gently. I felt like if I said something, Peter would break in a second. He was fragile. More than I am. Peter forces a dry chuckle but it turns into a cry. "Why did he do it?" He asks me, in a pleading matter. My eyes started to get watery again. The sight of Peter being so broken is heartbreaking.

"Because he wanted to save the universe," I whisper softly to him. Peter just sniffles. I place my hand on his chest. He pulls me close again. "I j- just- maybe it should've been me instead-" "Don't you dare finish that sentence," I cut him off as I look at him dead in the eye. Peters tears were flowing smoothly down his cheek. "He loves you, Peter." I say to him. My eyes just letting tears fall down freely as if they had their own life to live. "He did it for me, for Morgan, for Pepper, for the Avengers and... for you," My hand goes to his cheek as I wipe away tears with my thumb.

"Thank you, Y/N," He smiles. This time genuinely. "Any time, Peter," I smile back at him. I place my head back on his chest as he wraps his arms around my body and pushes me against him again. I chuckle at his action and cuddle back. I slowly close my eyes as I started to feel tired. Peter starts to lay down, me on top of him as I smile to myself before drifting off into a peaceful sleep. I feel Peters hand caressing my back for comfort. "I love you," I hear him mumble, him thinking I fell asleep. I try not to smile wide. "I love you too," I whispered softly underneath my breath.

I knew I was going to be okay...