(Y/n) is just figuring out what to do with life, as she starts college for nursing, when she runs into Peter Parker.
As their lives intertwine, and (Y/n) now being the only person to know of his existence, he feels as if she's the only person he can go to about things- well except for his large secret.
Until one day he gets badly injured and has nowhere else to go, since no one remembers him.
His Aunt May being gone for almost a year, and Tony Stark, a father-like figure, gone longer.
His lifetime best friend no longer remembers him, and his (ex) girlfriend of two years not knowing him either.
Knowing (Y/n) is practically a nurse (no matter how much she denies it) because of how fast she learns, he goes to her for help, revealing his secret identity to his now closest - and only - friend.
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"Help me... please..." He gasps as he falls to the floor, and I notice that underneath all the blood, Peter Parker is staring up at me.
"No, stay awake. You can't go to sleep." I gently rest my hand on his cheek, making him look at me, "Talk to me. Where does it hurt most?"
"Back..." He whispers, trying to keep his eyes open.
"Your back? I can't help you unless you get out of your suit." I finish cleaning off his face, a small smirk forming over his blood-stained lips.
"If you want me naked, just say so."
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Although they do quickly become friends, the romance is a slow burn.
Read to see how their story develops.
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I don't own Peter Parker or Spider-Man, or any other Marvel character that may appear. All those rights go to Marvel. I do, however, own (Y/n) and every other character I may add.
I do not allow my work to be used or adapted in any way without my permission.
Started : May 29th, 2024
Ended :
"Why have you been acting so weird around me today?"
"What? I haven't been acting weird." I sit on the bed and cross my arms, wincing when the pressure from my arm sends a jolt of pain through my injured hand.
"Yes, you have been. Any time I tried to talk to you all day, you made up some excuse to run off."
"I don't know, Tom, I'm still getting used to us being friends." He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "What now?"
"It just seems like you're looking for a reason for us to fight." He scolds.
"Really? Because right now it seems like you're the one fighting," I scoff. "God, I knew this was too good to be true." I walk into the bathroom to start taking my makeup off and Tom follows me.
"Too good to be true?" He leans his hand on the counter next to me. He's radiating warmth. It makes me feel dizzy. I shake my head to get rid of the feeling.
"Yes. Any time we take any kind of step to becoming friends, it gets ruined. Hence, what is happening now." I look at him through the mirror. Shock is plastered all over his face.
"You are impossible!" He whisper-shouts. "Any semblance of an argument is blown way out of proportion." I place both hands on the counter and look into the sink. "All I've ever wanted was for us to get along," he scolds. "And it seems like every time we make any kind of progress, you push me away."
I scoff and look over at him. I'm surprised to see tears in his eyes.
He steps back toward the bedroom. "Maybe we shouldn't talk for a while. Clearly, we need to figure our shit out." He blinks his tears away and turns around, walking toward my bedroom door.
"Tom!" He doesn't turn around, he doesn't acknowledge my calling him, he just walks out the door. "Fuck!" I whisper to myself.
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Will Y/N and Tom finally be able to put their stubbornness aside and face the truth about their relationship, or will things end up as they always do: messy and uprooted?