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."
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Tell me, what do you see in the mirror on the wall ••• Are you sure that it's me? Is it my turn to fall?
If y/n's shattering heart was loud enough she'd be dead, the crawlers would have devoured her down to the very last bone. like sugar-addicted children in an ice cream parlor.
The way she ached from within hurt worse than freezing air around her.
The boy who resembled Peter in many ways had obviously been hurt. He looked innocent like he wouldn't hurt a fly, his face was covered by the blanket of darkness but his body was more than visible, his pants were covered in blood, his hands were scratched up and rough his build was bulky and muscular, yet she could tell he was around her age maybe even a year older.
Her body shook under the cold air before she saw him hessite to step forward.
Then she saw him
She knew him, everyone knew him. Just like everyone had known her, Liz, or Flash.
He came closer to her trying his hardest not to alarm her. He was close enough to the point where the two of you could see each other.
She knew him but the name of Harry Osborne.
Harry was confused, his fingers poked her cheeks, pinched her nose pulling on bits of her skin trying to convince himself she was there, that she was real.
Air left her mouth. She was relieved, filled with joy and the slightest bit of excitement. y/n and Harry were friends, far from (home 💀) close, but friends. Although the two had never been the best of buds seeing him alive made her happy, she began to wonder who else from Midtown had survived.
she almost spoke but felt her body fall backward. Two arms wrapped around her, her cold body being met with a slightly less colder one.
It was Peter.
He brought her to face him, his eyes shot all around her body worry was more then visible on his face, his lips blue under the cold air, and his hands shakey covered in a frost.
She looked at both boys, she stood between them with and indescribable feeling. She hadn't felt such relief in a really long time.
She couldn't tell, but Peter wasn't as happy as he painted himself out to be. His mind wouldn't let him figure out what it was, but his sixth sense told him Harry was up to something.
