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17, where Peter finds out Y/N's an avenger (or just a super hero) as well?

lol i just came up with a fake super villain for the beginning of this to showcase y/n’s strengths

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“Hello?!” I called into the phone harshly, flipping into the air to avoid the enormous metal fist I had coming my way.

“Hey Y/N! Are y-you getting ready for our date?” the velvety voice chimed on the other line. I cleared my throat, letting out a small grunt as I landed in a kneeling position. I quickly switched the phone over to my left ear, a smile creeping on my face in the process, but my eyes never leaving the mechanical beast in front of me. “Peter! Hey! Yes, I’m getting ready! I’m excited, I can’t wait to see you!” I replied, bubbling at the thoughts of how tonight was gonna go. An angry expression was painted across Freaky’s face and I giggled at the ugliness of it. “Me too! What are you wearing?” Peter asked. I almost didn’t make out what he said; His voice was barely audible on the other end of the phone, the sounds of wind swishing mixed in with some heavy breathing was cutting him almost completely out. “I…uh…just a red dre—” I was suddenly cut off by the dinosaur like foot hurdling towards me. It knocked me off my feet and I toppled over like bowling pin. “Ah, shit! Ow…”

“Y/N, you good? What was—ahh!…What was that?” Pete questioned, the emphasized inhales and exhales continuing. “Oh, I just, y'know, slipped on a…sock! Yeah, but I’m wearing a red dress and I know for a fact that it’s gonna blow your…MIND!” I shrieked as I felt an extremely heavy pressure put on my back, knocking the wind right out of me. I found myself being pressed against the cracking pavement of the road, face down. The tiny pebbles and remnants of broken beer bottle glass were digging into my stomach and chest, I winced in pain.

“(Y/N), are y-you okay?“ I could hear Peter stutter. I wheezed underneath the massive iron foot pushing me down into the Earth. “Y…es, Peter. I have to go, I’ll see you later! I love you!” I quickly hung up and aggressively slid my phone across the road, hoping to God it wouldn’t get damaged. “Y-you mother fucker! Is…that all you got, metal dick?” I screamed. With every fibre in my body, I tried to push myself off the pavement; I could feel tiny cuts opening up on my palms but I didn’t care, not now at least. When I managed to get back up on my feet, I was able to completely lift Freaky’s giant metal foot off of me. I then jerked his entire limb, attempting to throw him off balance. He wobbled, I took my chance and jumped into the air, sucker punching Freaky in the middle of his big, shiny stomach.

The beast tipped over and I could see the indent I made with my fist and laughed in triumph. While still hovering, the foot that held me down flew up in the air but I quickly dodged it. I held my palms together to form a shitty looking fireball. Damn, I really have to keep working on these. I nervously aimed my hands towards the giant, who was trying to get back on his feet. I jerked my arms, the ball flung towards Freaky but only caught the side of foot. “Shit! C’mon!” I yelled to myself. I repeated the action, this time it hit his chest, knocking him back down. “Yes! Take that, you junkyard animal!” I taunted, firing another fireball, battering him in the face. I wasted no time before I flew over and came down on Freaky’s head with all my might, thanks to my super strength.

“Ah! I love me some crushed nuts and bolts this time of year!” I sing-songed, stomping down onto the giant’s face. “You’re not the only one!” a voice roared from behind me. My heart dropped and I immediately halted my movements. I suddenly felt a strong slash of hot pain on my cheek; My mask sliced open and I squawked. I began stepping back but missed my footing and went tumbling down to the Earth from on top of Freaky’s face. In a flash, I climbed back to my feet to see the giant’s legs and arms held tightly together by…oh, no. Webs. I looked up at Freaky’s face to discover a sewer lid buried deeply in his head. That’s what must’ve grazed me. “And that, is how it’s done.” I heard from behind me. My eyebrows knotted together violently and I spun around, coming face to face with the last person I wanted to see.

“What the hell?! I had that, you fucking pest! What did I tell you about stepping foot onto my turf again?!” I roared at the red and blue latex wearing freak. “Oh, shut it! I could see how much you were struggling. I expect a nice ‘Ah, thank you so much, Spider-Man! You’re my hero, Spider-Man! I wouldn’t have been able do that without you, Spider-Man! I owe you big ti—’” I cut him off by flicking him right in the throat. His hand instinctively shot up to hold his neck, rubbing his Adam’s apple.

“Hey! I’m just saying; I don’t care if this is ‘your side’ of Queens. I love and will protect this entire city if I need to, regardless of whatever you say!” I could feel the steam coming out of my ears. How dare he! He’s done this so many times in the past and if I’m being quite honest, it’s a total shot to my self esteem. This douche baggery. He is practically asking to be castrated. “You’re a total amateur, I’m not surprised Iron Man hasn’t recruited you to be an Avenger. You’re pathetic at what you do.” he snickered. My gaze dropped down to my feet. The front of my suit was practically drenched in the grease and residue that was on the road, leaving a stale gasoline smell. The small tears in my homemade superhero suit were the finishing touches to this flop of a mission. I felt a sudden bolt of hurt, sadness, and failure. I sniffled and tried to think of anything else but crying; I chomped down on my tongue. Just think of Peter. Peter Parker. Your boyfriend. Peter, Peter, Peter. A gentle weight was placed beside my clavicle. I looked up. Spider-Man had his hand lazily placed on my shoulder, his eyes were moulded into a look of…remorse?

“Uh…I’m sorry…that was too much. I didn’t mean that. It…took a long time for Tony to recruit me as an official Avenger so I shouldn’t be talking. You’re not pathetic, I don’t know where that came from.” he apologized, his voice sounding weak. I swatted his hand off and gave him a stern look, my covered eyes locking onto the whites of his mask.

“Do you sometimes forget that you’re not the only one who cares about people in this city? The only one who loves people that live here? I care about my family, I care about my friends, I care about my teachers…I care about the people I see walking down the street every day! Oh, but no, let me apologize to you Spider-Man for not accepting your help. Thank you so much for destroying my self esteem and for making me feel like a waste of space. Thank you for making me feel as if I can do jack shit by myself. Thank you for constantly reminding me of the poor efforts I put into my missions. You’re damn well right I’m not an Avenger. I’d rather be down in the dumps, helping an elderly lady cross the street or saving a cat from a tree or just do nothing at all than be part of Iron Man’s freak show if that means I have to work beside selfish, conceded, ignorant assholes like you.”

My face got extremely heated within a matter of seconds behind my mask. Every word I said was true. I was fuming, I could punch this guy…but I wasn’t going to. As much as I hated him, something about the web slinger was holding me back from slugging him. Spider-Man looked back towards Freaky, who was laying on the road, not an ounce of life left inside the great tin man. “I, uh…if you want, I could help you round him up and dispose of the body. O-or I could get Iron Man to send some type of cleaning crew if tha—” I held my hand up to stop him from talking.

“No. You can do it your damn self because it seems like you wanna do everything yourself.” I growled. I turned around and was about to storm away when I felt him grab my arm. I didn’t shake the contact off this time, I just stood there like a statue and that’s when I felt the first tear fall, immediately dissolving into the fabric of my mask. “Y/SH/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. That was so uncalled for and…” he trailed off, his grip tightening and then loosening. I pulled my elbow forward, away from his grasp. “Leave me alone. I’m late for something really important. Have fun with your clean up.” I concluded before taking baby steps away from the bug. I heard him sigh in defeat. “Karen, could you please let Mr. Stark know that there needs to be a clean up crew on 97th immediately?…Thank you.” I could hear him talking to his trusty suit lady friend, which he didn’t cease to brag about once in the past. When I was at a decent distance from Spidey, I slowly turned my head to see him gazing at Freaky’s lifeless body. Like a switch went off in his head, he hurriedly ran down the street and slung a silky web at a building and soared off into the darkness.

After the web slinger disappeared into the night, I quickly ran back to the crime scene to retrieve my phone. I scowled when I spotted the crushed device, the screen practically white because of the cracks. I can’t even check the damn time, I’m probably late for my date! After discarding the useless phone into a nearby trash can, I quickly flew off in the direction of my house to half ass prepare for my date. Stupid bug! This is all his fault!

I nearly tripped into the restaurant from running. I was still recovering from the wipe out I took down the block and the honks I was getting from passing cars. When I spotted Peter sitting at our usual table, he shot up as soon as he saw me, a warm smile spreading across his perfectly sculpted face. I dusted off the invisible fuzz on my dress and trotted towards him giddily. “Hey!” I greeted, pulling him in for a hug. Peter’s arms snaked themselves snuggly around my waist, his lips peppered light kisses on the side of my neck before he buried his face into my hair, inhaling deeply. He was the first to pull away. Peter gawked at me, absorbing my appearance. I frowned, dusting off my dress even more. Peter’s hands quickly grabbed my frantic ones, bringing them up to his lips to kiss my knuckles. “You look beautiful, Y/N. Wow…” he swooned and my face grew hot. “Except…” he continued, gesturing at his scarlet coloured shirt.

“I thought you were gonna wear the red dress.” Peter pointed out, caressing the soft material of my sunny yellow dress. I shook my head and chuckled. “Yeah, uh, I’ve just seen…too much red tonight already.” I grumbled, my mind flashing back to the stuck up superhero I encountered half an hour earlier. Pete’s forehead wrinkled, “Did you get your period or something? I thought it finished two weeks ago.” I grimaced, realizing I chose the wrong words and that I shouldn’t share my shark week chronicles with my boyfriend. “No, no, I just…” my voice softened. Pete held my stare, making it impossible for me to look away. I felt terrible about the fact that I haven’t told him I’m a superhero. How the hell do I just come out and say that?

Oh, hey Peter! How’d you do on the chemistry test? Do you wanna go get sandwiches after school? Oh, I’m also a superhero, I forgot to tell you. How’s May doing?

“Nevermind, it’s nothing. I’ve just been watching horror movies all day.” I lied and quickly brushed off the thought of me admitting my secret identity to him. I gently grabbed his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. His hands shot straight to my hips and he held me firmly in place. Pete’s lips were so soft and inviting, I could kiss him for hours. We separated and Peter bent down to retrieve something from a manilla shopping bag from beside the chair. “Well, if you’ve seen a lot of red tonight, I’m not sure if you’ll like these.” He came back up with a gorgeous bouquet of red roses. I gasped at their beauty. Peter always outdoes himself on dates; Constantly insisting to pay for me wherever we go, dressing up like he’s going to a business meeting, and surprising me with flowers, different ones every time.

“Oh, Petey, they’re so beautiful! Thank you!” I gushed, taking them from him, my fingers brushing over his. Peter’s smile faded and he looked at me questionably. I gawked at him, my eyebrows furrowed. “What’s wrong?” I demanded. His hand gently came up and caressed my cheek, grazing his thumb over something. “How’d you get this?” I raised my hand up to meet his, gripping the bouquet in my right hand. My eyes bulged when I felt a scrape on the side of my face; The feeling of crusting and dried blood made me cringe. “What the fu—Peter, hold this for a sec’, please.” I handed him the roses. I scampered to the bathroom and sure enough, I was met with an ugly red mark on my cheek. I groaned, examining it. My mind flashed back to the fight I had earlier and that’s when it hit me (literally, apparently); When Spider-Man came to disturb my ass kicking session, he swung that sewer cover at Freaky, not only hitting him but making some contact with me in the process. That asshole! He didn’t even apologize! I ripped a paper towel from the dispenser and wet it. I gently patted at the cut, wincing at the slight pain. I must’ve missed it when I was rushing to get ready for the date. I washed my hands and did one last check. It was still red but not as visible as before. This will have to do; And with that, I exited the bathroom.

Peter was seated back in his chair, but once again stood up when he saw me. He made his way over to my side and pulled out my chair. I smiled at him and kissed his cheek before sitting. “Oh, uh, I think I must’ve scratched my face really hard before. It was itchy, something bit me, I think. Maybe a spider or…something.” I explained. I had to control myself. My face just began to clear up too! I’m gonna squish that damn spider. Pete nervously chuckled, rubbing his nose at my comment before returning to his seat. I picked up the roses that Peter gingerly rested on the table on their side. I drank in the intoxicating oxblood shade, trying to focus on my boyfriend’s selflessness but all I could think of was what Spidey said to me.

You’re pathetic at what you do.

Even if he apologized and took it back, it still felt like someone stabbed me in the heart.

“Damn spiders, right?” Peter joked across from me. Without looking up, I muttered, “Yeah, damn spiders.”

“Whoa, you look like crap today” Michelle greeted as I sat down at our usual lunch table. The stench of over cooked chicken fingers and greasy fries was beginning to linger from my lunch tray, tempting me as to whether or not I should just chuck it in the trash and stick with my pudding cup. I shot my friend a lazy smile. “Thanks Mish! That’s exactly what I was aiming for.” I sassed in a higher octave. She scowled, “I was just kidding, loser. Don’t call me ‘Mish’!” She snatched one of my fries and tossed it at me.

“Oh, heck! Are we initiating a high school food fight? This has been on my bucket list for as long as I can remember.” Ned swooned as he arrived at the table. He plunked himself down beside MJ, bumping her arm in the process. “Hey!” she exclaimed. Ned’s face turned a soft red. “Sorry Michelle—MJ! Yeah, sorry about that, MJ.” he chuckled cooly. Everyone knew about Ned’s larger than life crush on Michelle, even the girl herself. She rolled her eyes, readjusting the book in her hands. “Where’s lover boy, Y/N?” she piped up, challenge in her voice. “He ran out of chem class today. Peter said he should be back before lunch is over.” Ned explained before I could have a chance to say anything. Michelle rolled her eyes as my face dropped. “He’s gonna fail if he keeps skipping class like that.” She flipped a page in her book. “I think Lana Bedford started showing up more often than Parker and Lana is…Lana.”

Ned laughed, his mouthful of chewed up chicken fingers and MJ grimaced. I grew worried about Peter over the past couple of weeks. There’s been some instances when I’m over at Pete’s apartment and May would get a call from Midtown in regards to Peter’s absence. I can’t begin to explain how familiarized I’ve gotten to the floor, coffee table and chips on the wall as a result of May asking if I could step out of Peter’s room for a minute to talk to him. I of course respect her requests but am left to awkwardly take in the surroundings of the living room, absentmindedly counting the floating dust particles in the air. Naturally, you’d expect to hear yelling when parents (or Aunts) scold their children (or nephew), but I’ve never heard May raise her voice at Peter, and vice verse. It only lasts a couple seconds every time and then May steps out, gives me a smile and returns to the kitchen or TV; It’s almost like an organized schedule system we’re going at here. Peter never even gets grounded so I figured he must’ve had a valid reason as to why he always skips.

I’ve asked him a couple times but every time he just tells me that he felt sick and had to go see the nurse. I’m not stupid though, I knew he was lying. I never pestered him about it though, I didn’t want to start a fight so I’d just drop it and move on. I was done with letting it just slip through my fingers, I wanted to know what the hell he was doing. I quickly stood up, shaking the whole table in the process. MJ tore her eyes from the book, “Where are you going?” she asked as I raised my tray with my picked at lunch. “I just remembered I asked Mrs. Cladwell if she could help me with some of my math homework. I totally forgot but I just remembered so I have to go. I’ll see you guys at the end of the day!” I called out, already making my way towards the exit, not giving them a chance to argue. I shook the contents of my lunch tray into the trash and set the flat plastic on top of the can.

I dashed from the cafeteria towards my locker, impatiently fumbling with the lock. Three tries at my combination later, I found myself snatching my jacket from the hook and shrugging it on. I pulled on my beanie and shut my locker. How I wished I still had a phone. I decided that I was going to go and find Peter, I needed to know where he was going all the time and if he was safe or not. As soon as I turned around, I felt my heart fall into my ass. I fell back against my locker, my hand flying up to cover my chest. “Oh, shit! Sorry, babe, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Peter. He helped me back into an upright position and I threw myself onto him without any warning. He chuckled and reciprocated. “Peter…where do you keep running off to?” I whispered, my hands moving up and down his maroon coloured crew neck. “Uh, I decided to rejoin marching band so I had to get the new music and scales and sign out a trumpet and whatnot.” he babbled, but I knew he wasn’t being honest. This is no use. I just held him against me, loving the feeling of him pressed to me.

“Peter?”

“Yes, gorgeous?”

“You don’t think I’m…pathetic or useless, do you?”

He immediately withdrew from me, holding me at arms length. “What? No! Why? Did someone say that you were because I swear to God, they better watch out! I bet it was Flash; I’ll kick his ass for you, babe. He won’t see—”

I laughed and leaned in, kissing his red nose. “Calm down, killer. It’s nothing too serious, It’s just…” I looked down, the tips of our shoes were touching. “Sometimes I feel like I’m not good enough and I really want to be, y’know? Sometimes I try so hard at things but there’s just someone who’s always shitting on everything you do and that makes you wanna give up.” Something flashed in Peter’s eyes, I could feel him tense. He shook his head and brought his hands up to hold my jaw gently. “Well, I for one know that everything you do you do it to the best of your ability. I mean, perhaps…” he took a breath, “perhaps whoever is shitting on someone else for doing the things that they do best are just jealous them. Maybe they wish…they could be as carefree and spontaneous as them. The don’t understand the life they live behind closed doors so the only way they can really express their emotion is through directly hurting them, which is never the way to go…”

I nodded in agreement, registering every single word that rolled off of Peter’s tongue. He brought me in for a passionate kiss before returning to hugging me against him. He stroked my hair gingerly and I closed my eyes. “You’re not pathetic, Y/N…” he whimpered. Spider-Man’s insult fell from my mind instantly, focusing on Peter’s cooing and reassurance. He knew, he somehow knew what I was feeling. Peter knew, somehow.

I walked down the empty streets, patrolling like some sort of peace officer. I hummed the melody to a song I heard on the radio today that I liked as I paced slowly through the quiet streets. Peter’s words today really did something to me. The harsh insults inflicted upon me throughout every encounter with Spider-Man fizzled away, leaving my brain blissfully free.

“Hey! Y/SH/N!”

Goddammit, I can’t catch a break!

I looked up to see the one and only Spider-Man swinging down towards me. I stomped my foot into the sidewalk, leaving an engraved footprint in the stone. He came down and ran to me. “Okay, look, I know I’ve been a major dick to you…” he began. “Huh, you think?” I scoffed, marching around him. He went to grab my elbow like last time but I pulled it forward combatively. The bug flipped into the air and landed in my walkway. I stopped and impatiently stared at him. “Please, Mr. Spider-Man, get the hell out of my face.” I taunted in a cheery voice, holding myself back from knocking this latex wearing clown out cold. “Please, just listen to me! I have something I want to say!” the bug insisted. I rolled my eyes and held out my hands slightly, gesturing for him to start talking.

“I know I’ve been extremely unpleasant towards you but…today I realized something and it’s gonna sound like complete bullshit but I promise you, it’s not.” he paused, waiting for me to respond. I shrugged in annoyance and rubbed my hands together to keep them warm. He continued, “The truth is… I’ve been je—”

Before he could finish his sentence, an accidental ball of fire formed in my hands, exploding in my face. “Ugh!” I shrieked. After a couple seconds of registering what happened, I realized that thankfully, I wasn’t hurt. “No way…” Spidey drowned out. The whites of his eyes were so wide, anyone standing far enough would mistake them for sparkling streetlights. “What?” I asked nonchalantly. The web slinger cautiously lifted his arm and pointed at his face. I was so confused, but I raised both of my hands and brought them to my face. My blood ran cold when I felt my sweaty flesh against the thin fabric of my gloves, opposed to the rough material of my mask. Neglecting Spider-Man’s presence, I spun around forcefully and frantically began searching for my mask. My eyes flickered around in every direction, every crook, crack and corner. I was running around like a madman.

Shit, it must’ve been blown off from the fire ball! This is everything I never wanted to happen! He was not ever supposed to get on this level with me! No, no, no!

Left unsuccessful, I trotted back to the hero cautiously.“Uh…s-so, this is pretty awkward, huh?” I tried out, throwing in a nervous laugh to try and bring some light upon this situation. He stayed quiet. His strange silence began to irritate me. I raised my eyebrows and gestured my palms up in question. “What?! Have you not seen a girl kicking ass before?” No response.

And then I blew.

“You know what, bug boy?! I bust my ass almost every night trying to protect my side of the city. You know how many times I’ve gotten my hair pulled, o-or even caught in my zipper? Had my boobs punched? Ugh, not to mention the times I’ve had to run around while I’m on my period!” I moved closer to him, jabbing my finger into his red chest, not minding the Spider emblem. “Tonight is the first night in weeks that I don’t have anything going on so before you place your stupid judgements on me for being an ‘amateur’ or ‘pathetic’ superhero or how I’m not an Avenger, I’ll blast your ass with Raid! You can take your fancy gadgets, your web shooter…thingys, and that dumb look on your face and shove it up your—”

“Y/N!” Spidey cut me off. My finger immediately halted it’s stabbing fit. My voice seemed to leave me to stand there, a shell of a human being. I stared at him in complete shock. “Okay, you’re a freak. How the hell do you know my name?” I demanded. My breaths were shallow, my fingertips were cold, and I was shaking inside of my mud stained, military boots. He grabbed my outstretched finger, coiling his hand around it and then crawling his fingers up to rest over my hand. “Oh, my God! Y/N, it’s you!” he shouted. The masked vigilante grasped the top of his head, taking in a fistful of the red fabric and tugged his disguise off fearlessly, tossing his mask to the ground. I almost had a heart attack when I met the most beautiful pair of brown eyes to ever exist; disgustingly familiar, gorgeous chocolate orbs. A ruffled mop of dark brown hair, paired with a cute, crooked nose, rosy cheeks and thin lips. Spider-Man’s lips were slightly parted, intaking air and exhaling small water vapour clouds. Except, it wasn’t just Spider-Man.

“P-Peter?!” I screeched. I couldn’t believe it. Peter Parker. My boyfriend, my boyfriend is the infamous Spider-Man! How is this possible? I tugged my hand out of his grasp and took a couple steps back, trying to absorb what in the blue fuck was happening. “W-w-wha—? How are you…but what…huh…why?” I babbled like a fool. I looked him up and down, not processing this situation in the slightest. He chuckled, “Surprise.” I shook my head furiously at him. “This…this is insane! When were you planning on telling me about this, Peter?! How long have you kept this from me? Does anyone else know?” I questioned, not taking a single breath. Peter took a big step towards me, brushing the stray hairs out of my face. “No one knows besides Ned, which by the way was an accident, and May…which was also an accident and now you, which is also sort of an accident.” He gave me a soft smile. “I was gonna tell you eventually, it was just hard to find the time and figure out how I was gonna tell you. When were you gonna tell me that you were Y/SH/N, huh?”

Hm, touché and my thoughts exactly. “I-It’s complicated! It’s the same thing you were thinking; I didn’t know how the hell I was just gonna come out and say it. You would’ve probably thought that I was crazy.” I exclaimed out of breath. We remained quiet for a couple minutes, at a complete loss for words. Peter looked delicious in his suit; It emphasized his toned chest and muscly arms and not to mention his glorious looking ass. After gawking at him in wonder, I suddenly remembered how we ended up in this ordeal and shuddered.

“Did…did you mean all that stuff you said about me before? That stuff about me being pathetic? Please tell me you’re lying.” I asked cowardly. “That’s…what I was talking about when i spoke to you at school during lunch today.” Peter shook his head and ran his gloved hands through his silky hair. “No, baby. I was trying to tell you that…I’m…jealous of you.” My eyes fell out of my face. What?! Why in the world would Spider-Man be jealous of Y/SH/N? “W-Why would you be jealous of me?” I pushed desperately for the answer. I moved closer to him again and held his forearms gently. “You seemed to be having a lot more fun than I was having as a superhero. You don’t need to report back to anyone or take orders, you get to be spontaneous and carefree, like I was saying at school. But…I’m disgusted with myself for all those nasty things I said about you and even if this never happened,” he gestured at the two of us, “if we never found out each other’s secret identities, I would still mean every single thing I’m telling you now. You are not useless, you are not pathetic, you are most definitely not a waste of space, and you are not an amateur. You are a strong woman who deserves to be praised for all the good she does. Please don’t let anyone walk all over you the way Spider-Man…the way I did. I’m so sorry for the way I treated you. I never meant any of that stuff. I bragged and flaunted what I had because I wanted you to be jealous in return, even though you had no clue that I was jealous of you. I’ll spend the rest of my life making up for how I’ve made you feel, I swear. I love you with all my heart and all my soul.”

Peter stared deep into my eyes and I knew every word he spoke was sincere and real. I loved him and now, I was just going to have to get used to him being my ex-arch nemesis. I took his hands in mine and let myself get lost into his eyes. “I forgive you, Petey. This is gonna take some time to process and vice verse,” I began and he smiled at me, moving in closer to rest his forehead against mine. “But we’re gonna be okay. I trust you when you say you didn’t mean those things. I know you, Peter. You could never hurt anyone intentionally. I love you and I always will.” I shut my eyes in content, breathing him in. “I love you too. I’m sorry.” he replied, his grip on me never faltering. After drinking in each others presence, I bent down and picked up Peter’s mask. I handed it to him and moved to his side, wrapping my arm around his waist, nudging him forward. He caught on, me mentally telling him that we should probably leave. Peter tossed his arm over my shoulder and we slumped slowly down the street, in the direction towards my house. My boyfriend stopped up suddenly.

“Oh, hey look!” Peter beamed. His eyes widened as he bent down to scoop something off the pavement and held it out in front of our faces.

“Found your mask.”

holy fuck it’s almost 5am

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