Peter Parker Oneshots

I still love you... (Irondad & Spideyson)

WARNING - lowkey kinda sad but happy at the end

This is kinda based off of something that happened to me in real life with my own dad. It's also kinda long.

There is also a note from me at the end, so you can read that if you want...

Anyway, enjoy :)

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Peter shivered. Fall nights in New York were no joke. He began to wish he'd brought an extra jacket as a particularly cold breeze blew past him. His nose was red and runny, and he just now realized he wasn't able to feel his ears. He wanted to go back home - he desperately longed to be in the comfort of his warm bed - but no. He couldn't go back.

He wouldn't.

He shifted the heavy backpack that was carrying his essentials - a toothbrush, some warm clothes, a blanket, and his wallet. He had thought about bringing his phone, but if he did, they might find him, and he didn't want them to find him.

He turned the corner and went down the stairs to the subway station. Looking around, he was surprised to see how many people were awake and moving at this hour of the night. Then again, New York is the city that never sleeps...

The train arrived and Peter filed in with the rest of the crowd. He wasn't surprised that there were barely any seats left for him to take, but he found one in the back corner that he made himself comfortable in.

He didn't know where he was going. Frankly, he hadn't really thought any of this through. All he knew was that he wanted to leave. He wanted to run away from his responsibilities. He didn't want to be accountable for what happened to anyone anymore. He just wanted a fresh start.

No more worrying.

No more...

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Peter groaned as someone tapped his shoulder. It's Saturday, wasn't it. He didn't have to go to school today. Why was May waking him up so early? It's still dark outside...

But then he remembered.

He opened his eyes to find a young lady standing by him. She looked tired - like she hadn't slept all night. She was holding on to her stomach - which he now noticed was big and full - she was pregnant. A small child held her hand, and the other rested on Peter's shoulder - he must have been the one to tap him.

"Excuse me." The young boy spoke up. "Can my mommy sit here? She's really tired, we've been walking all night."

Peter blinked as the kid shifted, awaiting an answer. He looked down at his feet, and saw that both of their shoes were dirty and ripped. He looked up again and saw that they both had bags under their eyes. He wanted to help them, but remembered he barely had anything himself. If giving her his seat could help even in the slightest, he would do it.

Peter stood up and took the woman's hand, leading her to the seat. The young boy immediately tended to his mother, asking if she was ok. She nodded, and looked up at Peter with kind eyes.

"Thank you, young man. You're very kind."

"It's no problem, ma'am." Peter said back with a smile. He gathered his things as the conductor announced that they would be leaving the station in five minutes. 

This is probably far enough. Peter thought. There was no way for him to tell how far he'd gone while he was sleeping.

He stepped off the train and went up the steps to find himself in an unfamiliar city - it was big and busy, but it wasn't New York. He felt slightly uneasy at the thought of not having anyone to rely on, but that's why he left, right?