Wilted (Peter Parker x Reader)

4

Narrator

Your eyes widened and your heart rate sped up.

No no no... he wasn't supposed to be here. He was the LAST person you wanted to see!

You couldn't leave yet though. Not until you got food. After this stop, you planned on leaving town, getting out, starting fresh. But if he caught you...

"Have you seen a young lady with a black, fur trimmed coat?" Peter asked in a voice barely different from his normal one.

You stared at him as he worked, hiding around the corner.

How did you never realize it was him? His figure, his voice, his actions. It was so clearly Peter.

Love is just blinding.

"Oh... well there is a girl in the bathroom right now with a jacket like that." The lady mentioned. "Why?"

"She just shoplifted and... yea." He spoke lamely. he didn't care about the jacket. You knew that much.

Peter went to turn to the bathroom, but she stopped him.

"Oh, do be gentle with her! She seems like she's going through a tough time."

"Of course Ma'am. Here, can I buy a muffin for her?" He asked.

She smiled and placed a muffin in his hands. "On the house." She pat his cheek.

God you loved him...

But you couldn't. It was too late. Whatever happened, it changed everything.

You needed to get out, before Peter got his hands on you.

You recalled seeing a fire exit door by the bathroom but you would need time to get to it and get out, escaping Peter before he realizes.

You turned on your heal, ready to escape, but clumsily knocked a bag of coffee beans off of the shelf. As it bursted open onto the floor, and beans made tiny noises as they scattered about, you made mask to eye contact with Peter.

You both froze for a few seconds, before he took a step forward. This startled you, causing you to take three steps back.

"No no no, wait! Look, a muffin!" He held out for your innocently. You looked at his out stretched, gloved hands and frowned as your stomach lurched again.

"Come on (your nickname), I know you're hungry. It's been a week..."

"A week?" You whispered out. You thought back to when it all started, and felt that familiar needle like pain in your neck. You groaned and put a hand over your neck.

"Y/n?" Peter spoke, reaching out to you.

"Get away from me!" You screamed, surprising everyone, including yourself. You looked at Peter wide wide, scared eyes. They soon filled with tears.

Peter watched as you took in his features, looking him up and down. You shook  your head and gave him a sickening, fake smile.

"Goodbye." You whispered, as if saying it would make it permanent.

"Y/n wai-" he started to come to you. Panicking, you kicked over a shelf with a force you didn't know you had, and darted away. Looking over your shoulder, you saw his reflexes as he leaped over the tipped shelf, and started running after you.

You've always been able to out run him, but stealth wise, he has you beat.

"Y/N!" He yelled after you.

Goodbye Peter, I'm sorry.

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You managed to lose him, due to the many tricks and turns you took. Peter was gone, but you were still hungry.

"Damn it!" You yelled, still walking in whatever direction you were going. You had made it out of the city, and into rural country. You didn't know where your destination was but you knew you would go anywhere you needed too.

This town held nothing for you anymore, if it even did in the first place.

You didn't want to die, you weren't giving up on living. You didn't feel a ball of depression in your chest. You felt exhausted but it was so tight in your body, you felt trapped. You didn't want to die, you wanted to live.

Peter

The shelf tipped over and crashed in front of my feet. While I was distracted looking at it, she made her escape. She darted out, but I was quick to follow.

Why was she running? I wanted to talk, I wanted to fix things!

I hadn't seen her in a week, give or take a few days. Seeing her now, even with how strangely different she was, I knew there was more going on than I had originally thought.

Her hair, her eyes, her body shape; She was different. What happened to her? Where did she disappear too, and why is she different?

Questions flooded through my head, and all I wanted were answers. However, when she turned the corner of a building, she was gone.

"Y/n?" I asked once I turned the corner and no longer saw her. "Y/N?!" I yelled, looking around as if she would come out. I knew she wouldn't, but I wish she did.

"Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!" I yelled. I ripped the mask off of my face and threw my body onto the ground. My legs constricted to my chest as I heaved into myself.

Pathetic.

How could I be so tied up in someone who doesn't want to be found?

How could I have lied to her for so long? How can I keep lying to people I love, knowing this could be the outcome?

"Ugh!" I screamed, kicking a nearby garbage can. It tipped over, the contents spilling out. All I did was stare at it, continuing to ask myself the questions I may never get answers too.

"Damn it."

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