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👿 Peter Parker/Spiderman X Reader 👿

Title: Please Don't Leave Me

You clung onto the spandex-wearing boy by his arm. "Peter.." Your voice so low that it came out as more of a growl for fear someone would overhear and figure out his alter ego. "Peter, let me go with you, I can help I-"

Peter shook his forearm out of your grip, sighing, but still keeping an eye on what he could see of the chaos that was a couple blocks away. "Y/n, I don't have time for this," he spat, "stay right here for me? Stay safe." He webbed your wrist to a lamppost and swung away, leaving you frustrated and alone.

Chuckling, you muttered to yourself, "Not so fast, Parker." You pull a Swiss Army knife from your pocket with your free hand and cut yourself loose. Honestly, you were surprised he hadn't thought about that, considering that you could be pretty intense about being prepared. Must've been those extracurricular scout meet ups you'd been forced to by your parents.

You slid the knife into your pocket as you ran. You recalled some of the previous events to this, because it was a good time for a cutscene considering you would be running for a short while.

It'd been as couple of years since the two of you got together, you weren't completely sure of the duration because time really flew once you both were dating. However, it would only take a few brain cells to realise that the Star Wars loving dork was also the spider-themed vigilante. Let's face it, no ordinary person would creep through the window with all sorts of bruises and wounds at three am on a Wednesday. Despite the fact that this was obvious, you didn't want to assume anything, you'd prefer to hear it from the clumsy boy himself. After he'd been skipping out on your dates for a while, you accused him of cheating and he came clean. Since then, you'd been persistent in trying to help him, he'd always give the lecture about it not being safe, but when the time would come, you'd always throw caution to the wind and attempt to jump in.

Your mind focused on the present, as you tripped and fell flat on your face due to the fact you weren't paying attention. You could now see the conflict in full view, so you ducked behind a car to asses the situation without Peter knowing. He was fighting a group of people, most of which were webbed down, except for one. A young woman with a boxy stature, whose firearm skills were no doubt professional. You called Peter and he answered from within the suit.

"Y/n, I swear to god, this is not a good-"

"Wait, wait, wait, don't hang up," you could hear him sigh as he dodged another bullet, "I'm behind the red car on your left, get directly opposite me. I'm gonna distract her so you can web her." Peter whisper-yelled over the phone, telling you it was a dumb idea, but you ignored him. "Just do what I said!" The angry complaining didn't stop, but you watched as he swung somewhat opposite to your position. You inhaled deeply. "Peter, no matter what happens, do the right thing, you dumbass," you said before immediately hanging up the phone before he could expand on the panic-stricken 'what' he had screamed at you.

You ran round the car so that you were visible and screeched, "HEY CRAZY LADY!" The woman pulled another gun from her waistband as you continued to scream at her. She didn't stop shooting at Spiderman, until one split second. The gun was already pointed in your direction, she glanced quickly, dropping the other gun that was empty of ammunition. It was somewhat silent as the gun sounded, as if it were the only sound audible. Time seemed to freeze. Immediately, Peter kicked the lady at the wall and webbed her in place before running to you.

She struck you right between your ribs. A citizen claiming to be a doctor runs towards you, but you ushered him away, telling him to find shelter. Your knees buckled under the weight of the pain, you fell to the floor with a heavy thud. Peter cradled you as the life drained out of you, whispering you sweet nothings and telling you you'd be okay.

"Peter," you groaned, "Peter, stop. You're just making this harder for yourself." You tried to sit up, but the pain was too great. You could barely move. Peter was frantic. At this point, he'd taken off his mask and he was crying hysterically.

"I already lost everyone," he said between sobs, "I'm not losing you too."

"You've got Ned and MJ and Aunt May, dummy," you chuckled and cupped his cheek, leaning up to his face, "I love you, ya dumb insect." Peter smashed his lips into yours. You reciprocated the kiss until you fell limp and cold. Peter's face paled. He pulled his mask back on and swung to the nearest hospital.

"Don't die on me, I'm supposed to say, 'I love you too', god damnit."

###a few months later###

Peter Parker re arranged the flowers in your hospital room. He'd gotten used to seeing you asleep with all those wires attached to you, he hadn't freaked out about it since his first few visits. He rested his hand above yours on the bed and gently stroked your knuckles with his thumb. He came to visit you every day without fail. Sometimes he brought friends or Aunt May, but he always visited.

He liked to talk to you too. Mostly about what you used to do together and to update you on what was happening. He'd originally decided to take a break from Spiderman, but you told him to 'do the right thing, dumbass' before you were shot, and he decided that the right thing was to keep protecting people.

He shuffled about in the uncomfortable plastic chair. Tears pricked his eyes.

"Please don't leave me."

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