A/N: Have had this in my drafts for like, a year. Originally there was going to be more parts, but the story didn't really pan out—but I think this chapter works well enough on its own ~~~
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"What the f-"
"This isn't what it looks like!" Peter says, waving his hands at you as if that will make all... this go away.
"Really?" you snarl. "Because it looks like you're in your underwear in a bar with another woman!"
The woman raises her eyebrows in an aloof, judgmental way. You stare her down.
She's beautiful, of course. She's probably a model. She's clad in a skin-tight black suit, the leather hugging her figure. She's a blonde in her twenties, maybe even in her thirties, and obviously European. Finally, you manage to tear your eyes away. You don't dare think about what you must look like right now.
You turn back to Peter, who's turned pale and looks like he's going to be sick.
"Y/N, please... believe me! I would never-"
"Ned's talk about the perks of bachelorhood finally get to you, huh?" you ask with a bitter laugh.
"No! No! No! Of course not! I can-"
"You can explain?" you hiss. "Save it. I don't wanna hear another excuse. Y'know, I knew you were acting weird, but I wrote it off because I knew you were hurting. I never thought this is how you'd repay me!
"Y/N, it's not like that! Please just listen..." Peter begs, only now remembering to pull up his pants. He looks like he's about to cry. He can't lose another person he cares about. Not now.
"I'm done listening, Peter." you say. "I deserve better than this." you gesture to him and the woman you caught him with.
"We're done, Peter Parker."
With that, you stomp out and slam the door behind you.
He yells your name, running out the door after you, but you meant it when you said you were no longer listening.
