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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If these walls can talk and read all my thoughts ••• Am I already lost?
Surprisingly everyone slept better than they expected last night, minus the constant shivering and sniffling due to the cold, but besides that, the three seemed to be doing fine, as far as y/n could tell.
She yawned her head rising from underneath Peters arms, Peter and Harry were already awake they hadn't said a word to each other since last night and Peter wasn't in the mood to talk to him.
"Hey guys," Y/n rubbed her eyes with her semi-warm hands.
Peter looked down at her running his hands through her hair as a response. Y/n blinked over to Harry.
"How'd you sleep?" she asked.
Harry nodded, "Good actually, beats sleeping in a supply closet,"
"I'm gonna see if I can find anymore blankets its freezing," Y/n suggested before unwrapping herself from Peter's body.
"I'll go with you!" both boys offer at the same time.
Y/n's eyebrows knit together "Harry why don't you help Peter with the food? I've got it,"
Both boys shared a look of disgust Peter would've declined if it weren't for y/n who stood before the two looking at them liked they were the only thing she needed in life.
y/n didn't wait for a response she just left leaving the two to scowl at each other.
"So what you like her now or something?" Harry crosses his arms.
Peter could hear the venom in his voice, the disgust, he wanted to take her away from him that was the scariest thing peter could think of.
"I've always liked her Osborne and you know that." Peter spat back.
"You two don't belong together, she's the most popular girl in school and you're Peter Parker, the weirdo with the camera-
"That doesn't matter anymore!" Peter objects, "Those things are out there and you're still worried about your high school reputation, we're probably the only ones left! grow the hell up-
"No how about you grow up! you can't protect her, she's going to die if she stays with you."
"Yeah like you weren't half dead when we found you," Peter rolled his eyes
that boiled Harrys blood, "you know what Parker it'll only take a couple of days, and we'll be rid of you, she'll be with me, and you'll be somewhere freezing to death, probably dead with everyone else is this shitty city."
Peter knew he was wrong Peter knew Harry hated him they've had this relationship before everything went to shit. Harry Osborn was like Flash 2.0 they were the most popular boys in school
Flash was considered a rich asshole and Harry was a richer and hotter asshole.
"Yeah well I'm not going anywhere, she needs me, and their are bigger things to be afraid of than you." Peter protests.
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'Bingo' y/n thought.
Her fingertips ran across the soft blankets and pillows. She'd managed to find warmer clothes for herself and extra blankets for the boys.
She'd began to make her way back to the panic when she heard a noise from outside of the apartment. The noise was way to loud for a crawler to ignore, she knew that. So she rushed to the room.
She opened the door carefully stepping in slowly so she wouldn't slam the door. Peter stood from his seat to help her with the blankets and clothes she'd brought back.
"You okay?" Peter asked bringing her to their previous spot.
"I heard something outside. It sounded like a car crash or something I don't know, but it was close." Her voice was low but still full of panic.
"Well let's just stay in here and we'll see what happens later." Peter suggest. Peter felt her cold skin against his regretting letting her go alone. "you're freezing." Peter said before removing his coat and placing it on her
"We can't stay here." Harry spoke up, his voice was harsh "this shithole of a home is like afree buffet for crawlers, we won't last another week until they find us back here."
Both Peter and y/n froze, they looked at Harry shooting daggers. "We live here, " Peter rolled his eyes.
"and our shithole is keeping you alive, " she scoffed.
Harry's face grew red, "I'm sorry I didn't-
"forget it, " y/n shook her head before putting her arms through the sleeves of Peters jacket.
"thank you Peter."
Her harsh tone softened when she spoke to Peter it was like she'd unconsciously flipped a switch in her mind that didn't allow her to speak to Peter like she'd spoken to Harry.
Peter could feel more of his mind slipping away he couldn't help but love her, his infatuation with her grew more and more every day unintentionally.
Harry slowly filled with a rage. Peter was just getting in the way. Harry stood in his spot glaring at the two.
"you know what y/n it's only a matter of time before he gets you killed. He doesn't care about you, he wants to save himself, when it comes down to it he's going to choose himself over you!"
Peters ears felt clouded, the nonsense that Harry spoke could have put him to sleep.
"so what do you think? he's doing this because he actually cares about you?" Harry looked at y/n, "he doesn't give two shits about you y/n!"
"No Harry your the one who doesn't care! You don't want to protect her you've never wanted to protect her!"
Y/n stood up from her spot standing between both Peter and Harry.
"Peter." She whispered.
Peter looked down at y/n who stood with her hand right below his chest. Peter shook his head backing away.
"I'm sorry." Peter said. She was like a drug to Peter. Her presence alone was enough to calm him, enough to make him forget about everything that else, her eyes locked on his gave him a high he didn't want to come down from.
"Harry." she said breaking the connection from her and Peter's eyes."this isn't high school, Crawlers aren't going to choose their next meal based on our social status. Peter is the only person who can help us right now, so stop bitching and start acting like you want to live, otherwise you can go."
Peter stood behind her, his arms crossed and his stance firm. Peter couldn't pin point what it was that caught his eye about y/n. Was it her beauty? Her eyes? Her attitude? Peter couldn't tell. Everything about her just seemed perfect even if it wasn't. Harry looked down at her feeling upset that she'd spoke to him in such a way.
It's his fault... He thought He's painted himself to be this night in shining amor that he isn't.
Harry gave them both a glare before grabbing his backpack.
