When creatures that attack sound invade Queens Peter Parker has to find a way to protect himself, and the girl he's loved since grade school.
"Please Just Let Me Hold You." Based off the movies "In The Silence." and "A quiet Place."
(I don't own an...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Look at the sky tonight, all of the stars have a reason ••• A reason to shine, a reason like mine and I'm fallin' to pieces. •••
"I'm gonna go get some blankets." y/n announced.
Peter watched as the girl pushed herself up and walk over to the metal door.
"Do you want help?" he asked.
"I'm fine," she smiled. "Do you need anything?" she asked.
Peter shook his head.
y/n removed her shoes figuring it'd reduce the noise.
Peter watched her open the door then disappear into the darkness.
he let out a huge breath of air as if he'd been holding it in all day.
He ran his fingers through his messy hair, realizing it'd returned to its natural state.
Messy, curly... 'bed head' he thought.
He felt lost, he was in a small soundproof panic room with the only girl he's ever loved trying to keep her and himself alive.
He removed his infamous bulky blue jacket, and then his sweater, leaving him in a white short sleeve shirt. He rested his arms on his knees, letting his head hang low.
"So much for a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man,"
-
It had been 15 minutes.
Peter decided to check on her, he removed his shoes following y/n's unspoken rule.
He walked down the dark hall, his heightened senses preventing him from bumping into things around the house.
He saw a dim glow of what he assumed to be a candle coming from a room.
He gently pushed the door open only to be greeted by a sight that made his heartbreak.
She was crying.
Her sobs we're light, and silent, making it harder for him to watch. She held a pillow close to her chest, whipping her eyes every time a tear fell.
Peter slowly walked into the room, the cold air hitting his feet through his socks.
He sat down next to her moving one of the many blankets that were scattered around the floor.
She didn't care about his presence, she just continued to cry her silent cry.
Peter gripped the pillow she'd been crying upon slowly removing it from her hands.
She didn't fight him, instead, she allowed him to take it. Peter placed the tear-stained pillow on the floor.
He moved closer to her, letting her fall onto him. Her head rested in the center of his chest, she barely made a sound.
They sat there, in the dark, silent apartment, holding each other.
Peter's heart ran millions of miles, he felt like he was dreaming.
That is if you could consider a situation like this a dream.
