𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 || 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫

Chapter 14

Spiderman : Homecoming.

Y/n woke up, her eyes red and puffy and her throat sore. She didn't want to move an inch and just felt like laying there all day and night. Luckily, it was weekend so she didn't have to face Peter yet.

She just stared at the ceiling as if she's lifeless unless a knock on the door brought her back to reality. " Come in. " She says and her throat was unusually painful. Her mother peeked in, a plate of food in her hand.

" Are you okay? " She asks and Y/n nodded.

" I'm fine. " She says and Sara sighed.
" What happened? "

" I was at the party last night. Me and Peter were talking and I sort of broke things before anything could even happen. I feel so bad, mum. He looked so hurt because of me. " She stuffed her face into her mother's lap and Sara sighed.

" I thought you liked him. Why would you do that? " Sara seemed confused as ever.

" Last time, there was this guy who had a few people under control and one of them being him, he was attacking me, not his fault. That man was controlling him but my powers- they went out of my control and I blasted him off. "

She took a deep breath, feeling her eyes sting and tears brimming. " He wasn't breathing. I nearly killed him, mum. I'm scared I'll hurt him again. "

" Oh, honey. I'm so sorry to hear that but maybe you can figure it out. There can be a solution. " She stroked her hair softly until Y/n calmed down.

" Do your breakfast, I'm pretty sure you'll feel better. " Sara says and Y/n nodded. As her mother left the room, getting off her bed, she looked at her reflection with distaste.

Her hair was a mess and there were salty streaks down her cheeks of tears and her mascara was sligthly ruined. She sighed and decides to take a hot shower.

Opening the faucet, she stripped and waited for the water to get hot enough.

Once done, she stepped in and layed there for fifteen minutes before getting out and changing into a set of pj's, and brushed her hair, pulling them in a messy bun.

She ate her breakfast not bothering it was cold and grabbed her phone. There were many texts from Peter, wanting to talk to her. She felt her heart squeeze as she could literally imagine how hurt he would be.

Letting out a sigh, she decided to text him back.

She didn't get a reply but instead, a knock on the window after a few minutes. She tried hard not to laugh at how quick he was and slid open the window, letting him jump in and Peter pulled her in a hug.

" Peter. " She whispered and Peter didn't let go, he only held her close and tighter, causing Y/n to give up and she just stood there, waiting for Peter to let go.

" Y/n."

Y/n clenched her jaw at how hurt he sounded and closed her eyes. " Why is this so hard? " She mumbled and Peter sighed in relaxation. " We'll figure it out. You don't have to take it upon yourself. " Peter says, his voice muffled in her hair, causing Y/n to smile.

" I hope we do. Because it's killing me, Peter Parker. " She wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled in. " I'm sorry for what I said last night. I couldn't help it. "

" Don't be sorry about anything. " Peter whispered, placing a gentle kiss on her temple and Y/n smiled to herself.

" How long are we standing like this? " She chuckled and Peter heard music to his ears. He smiled to her contagious laugh and sighed, not wanting to let go.