Peter Parker Imagines

Losing Everything

A/N: Peter's slightly older in this one, because I imagine at this point you'd be married, but I didn't explicitly state it so y'all can decide for yourselves ~

I found myself dreaming

In silver and gold

Like a scene from a movie

That every broken heart knows

We were walking on moonlight

And you hold me close

Split second and you disappeared

And then I was all alone

Peter woke up in tears, the horrible dream still echoing in his head. He lost you. Frantically, he turned over, unsure of what was real and what wasn't, and found you, sleeping peacefully beside him. He sighed in relief, watching your chest rise and fall, memorizing how you looked right now, content and angelic.

She's okay, she's okay, she's okay, he reminded himself. He tucked a stray hair behind your ear.

"You're safe, baby," he whispered to your sleeping form, trying to convince himself more than you as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close.

"Peter?" you mumbled into the night, his movements waking you.

Peter smiled softly. "Yeah, sweetheart. It's me. Go back to bed. I've got you."

"I know," you said, but a concerned look crossed your face when you looked up at him, reaching up to touch his tear-stained face.

"Another nightmare?" you asked with a sigh, disappointed not with him, but at a world that wouldn't give him a wink of sleep or a moment of peace. He nodded as if ashamed, and after a minute of silence, he spoke.

"Nothing's going to happen to you."

"I know."

The tears start again.

"I've lost so many people, Y/N. Uncle Ben, Tony- I'm terrified of losing you too."

You wipe a tear away with your thumb. "I understand." Usually, this is the end of the conversation, but your eyes encourage Peter to say more. To actually tell you what he's realized.

"Did you ever think about- about that- we don't know how much time we have? Losing so many people- it makes you realize that you really don't know how much time you have with someone. I want to have hours, days, weeks, years, decades with you, but what if I don't get that chance? What if this is all we have?"

"You think I don't know that? Remember, you're not the only one who gets worried. The love of my life fights crime every day, and if he didn't come home, I'd be losing everything."

"And yeah, that's hard to live with, but it's worth it because it'd be harder to live without you. I'll take all the time we have, no matter how long it is, and treasuring every second is the biggest middle finger we can give to this world."

"So yeah, maybe this is all we have, but I promise you we can make the most of every second."

"Let's do it." Peter murmurs, an edge of determination in his voice, as he snuggles into you and holds you tightly.

"Yeah, let's," you whisper to yourself, Peter now snoring lightly. Before you drift off too, you run a hand through his brown curls.

Anything for my everything.