What would I do without you? You'd go drown yourself in your own guilt.
Peter's POV-
I walk down the street, my house looming in the distance, within the reach of four feet. I suddenly stop, feet frozen in place, contemplating on whether to head home or explore the night city like I always do. If I went home then May would throw all sorts of questions at me and then I would have no choice, but to tell her the truth. Which meant more questions to answer.
I sighed, taking a deep intake of breathe, and decided to walk towards the park where I had spent that night I had come to know of my parents' death.
The cold night air brushed past me, kissing my cheeks, a tint of pink forming on both. My legs felt jelly from the chillness, wobbling their way to the park.
My lips quirked up in the most cheeky smile they ever have. The Park.
I finally made it!
I do a silly triumph dance, my shoes sinking into the wet mud puddles scattered amidst the grass. I walk towards my favourite swing, sitting on it and gently swinging back and forth, the wind giving me extra push.
"Lost, are we?" I jump at the sudden voice, looking over my shoulder to see a silhouette standing behind the bushes.
"Who is it?!" I panic, turning my head from my left to my right, my fingers quivering.
The source of the voice steps into view, the dim light from the lamppost radiating his features. I squint my eyes to get a clear look at his looming figure.
He's pretty tall, man.
He is wearing a suit armour, a red cloak flowing behind him completing the superhero outfit. My jaw falls slack open when I realise who it is standing in front of me.
Quentin Beck
I've overheard Nick Fury and Mr. Stark talk a lot about him since I became a part of the Avengers. The conversations they had sounded so much in favor of him that I'd grown to become a fan of his. For me it wasn't Spider-man who was the hero, it was Quentin Beck.
He was, is, a real hero.
"H-hello. I-I am P-Peter. Peter P-Parker," I stutter uncontrollably.
What can you expect when the person you've longed to meet is finally standing right in front of you?! (That applies for me when I finally get to meet Tom. lol)
"Am I that intimidating or is stuttering your usual?" He chuckles as he walks over to sit on the other swing beside me.
I blush, looking down at my fingers. There's an awkward silence encompassing us and it's too much to tolerate, so I break it.
"What are you doing out so late?"
"Could ask you the same question," he shoots back, a grin evident on his lips.
"I-I had a fight with one of my friends. A terrible one and she hurt me a lot. I-I ju-just don't want to go back home and have to explain all the bullshit to my aunt. She freaks out whenever something dangerous happens and I'm involved or around to witness it." Wow Peter, you spilled it all out.
"I can understand. She's your aunt, afterall. Family. And it is your family who would worry about you more than anyone ever could," he flashes me a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.
"You haven't answered my question," I attempt to be friendly, nudging his side with my elbow.
He looks taken-aback for a second, his eyes widening, pupils dilating.
"I-I am so-so so-sorry! I wasn't in the right mindset! I-I-" I stumble over my words, trying to put some sense in my sentences.
The laughter from him takes me offguard for a second, thinking that he must be making a mockery out of me.
"It's no big deal, Peter. Being friendly and having a heart isn't a criminal offense you have to apologise for."
I sigh in relief, shoulders sloughing back as I relax.
"But you've really gotta work on that stuttering and stumbling. It kind of eats at me."
We both shared a hearty laugh.
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I put my key in the key hole and turned it as quietly as I could. The door opened with a 'click', allowing me to push it enough to let my body slip inside without any disturbance. I made my way towards the stairs which would lead me to my bedroom.
I took each step discreetly as if my life depended on it. One loud creak and May would be up in no time, running out of her room and shooting me with questions I never wanted to answer.
I sighed in relief as my feet hit the last step, tip-toeing to my room and gently shutting the door behind me.
Suddenly, my phone blared from within my back pocket. I took it out and clicked it open to see a text from Ned and another from MJ.
'Hey, man. Everything alright?' The first text from Ned read.
'Peter, I heard about (y/n)'s uncle! What happened?! Please tell me the both of you didn't kill yourself!' The second one read. I couldn't help, but let a low chuckle slip from my mouth. The classic Ned.
'Peter, I swear to God if (y/n) isn't alright, I'll have your head flushed down the toilet and I mean it.' This one was from MJ.
Geez girl. Not everything that happens to (y/n) is to be blamed on me. She's responsible for most of the consequences.
I quickly typed back a response to both of them, stating that (y/n) and her uncle were absolutely fine and were at the Hospital for the time being.
Clicking my phone shut, I tossed it carelessly on my dresser, slipping under my warm bed sheets and waiting for sleep to consume me.
YOU ARE READING
When you came
Fiksi Penggemar"Who was she, May?" His voice was scarcely above a breathy whisper. "She was a nobody, Peter. It'll be better if you understood that and moved on," May's voice resonated in his head. "How can you expect me to forget the girl I fell in love with?" ...
