Bugaboo
Summary: You’re Wanda’s little sister and Peter’s girlfriend and things get messy when you try to help Peter out by fighting Green Goblin.
Warnings:[18+] Lots of angst & a little bit of fluff in the beginning.
Listen while reading:
Apocalypse - Cigarettes after sex
Prey - The Neighbourhood
Safe & Sound - Taylor Swift
I love you - Billie Eilish
Summertime Sadness - Lana del rey
Epiphany - Taylor Swift
Note: Requested by @oyasumimosura This is very, very, very long and will follow NWH plot, with changes, obviously.
You and Peter were know for being the couple. All the Avengers would always tease the two of you ever since you met, knowing you were made for each other, even when you hadn’t know that.
The two of you met during the fight at the airport between Cap and Tony. You, of course, being on Cap’s side with your sister Wanda. You were told to cover Peter since you were the same age, but looking back on it now, you feel like it was a little ploy to get you together.
“I’m sorry, um.. I don’t really hit girls.” Peter had awkwardly said when you approached him.
“I can take it, Spider-boy. Try me.” You’d replied, tying up your hair while a red glow grew in your eyes.
“It’s actually Spider-man.” He corrected politely. “Are you like a mini Wanda?”
“And Pietro.” You smirked as the eyes of his mask squinted.
“Pi-ah-what now?” He tilted his head to the side, not noticing your fist coming at him before it was too late.
“Oof.” He landed to the floor with a thud, quickly shooting a web towards the second floor of the airport when he spotted Bucky and Sam.
When he landed on the second floor, he didn’t notice that you had sped up there before he could, and were now standing in his way.
“How- but.. you were-” He stutters, looking behind him to where he thought he had left you and back to your smug expression.
“Just fight me, Spiderboy. I want to see what you can do.” You replied, walking towards him while he backed away.
“I would, miss, but I really don’t want to hurt you or your pretty face.” He rambles as he backs away, holding his hands up in surrender.
You paused, a smile gracing your lips, “You think I’m pretty?”
“What- Did I say that? No, I mean yes, you’re pretty but.. I- um..” He stumbles on his words and you smiled at his awkwardness.
You reached forward, pulling his mask off, and met with a very shocked and pretty face. He just stares at you while you admired his adorable expression.
The moment was interrupted by the sound of the Quinjet flying off, signaling that your team had won this round.
“Ask me out after this mess and I might say yes.” You said, handing him his mask back before flying off, leaving him a confused and blushing mess.
And then he did ask you out, after a week of chickening out and asking all the other Avengers how he should. And you, of course, said yes when he showed up with flowers that May helped him pick out, practically sweating.
“D-Do you.. um.. Want to go to dinner with me?” He asked, practically shoving the flowers into your hands.
“Took you long enough, pretty boy.” You laughed, “Do you need to use the restroom or do you always look like you’re gonna piss yourself when you ask out a girl?”
“The latter.”
The Avengers always teased you two on how clingy you were, practically joined at the hip all the time. They knew you two were the definition of endgame, though. Everyone who had eyes could see that. The love you had for each other was something straight out of the movies. And through all these years, even though you two lost many people close to you, you never grew apart. You only grew closer together through everything.
You were now living with him and his Aunt May. You’d been staying with him since he asked you out after everything went down with the accords and the airport fight, laying low since you were fugitives. And when everything got cleared up, you’d decided to just stay and Peter could not have been more thrilled.
“Morning, bugaboo.” You murmur, wrapping your arms around Peter’s waist and kissing his neck while he makes breakfast.
“What did you just call me?” His eyebrows scrunch up in offense and you giggle.
“Bugaboo. Because you’re a bug and you’re my boo.” You explain and he glances over his shoulder to give you a deadpanned look.
“That is the stupidest nickname I’ve heard yet.”
“Well now I’m just gonna say it more.” You tease, biting playfully on his shoulder as he laughs, going back to focusing on the pancakes.
“These are taking forever to cook.” Peter groans, poking at his still runny pancakes. You place your chin in his shoulder to take a look.
“You could’ve just asked me to help.” You reply, bringing up your hand and hitting the pancake with some of your red sparkles, making it instantly perfectly cooked.
Peter pouts, “I could’ve done it myself, you know?”
“I know you could’ve, big boy.” You pat his cute butt walking over to the couch just as May walks out of her room.
“Wow, those pancakes smell delicious.” May comments, giving you a warm smile.
“Okay, we get it! Peter’s bad at cooking!” Peter shouts from the kitchen making both you and May laugh.
“Have you checked the mail, Pete?” May asks while making herself a cup of coffee.
Peter gasps at that, running over to grab the mail from the basket by the door. He skims through all the envelopes and his eyes widen when he finds one special one.
“I gotta go find Ned and MJ.” Peter says, sliding across the apartment to find his things, leaving a quick goodbye kiss to your lips before running off.
“God, he’s like a lost puppy with you.” May says, shaking her head.
“I actually think he’s just a lost puppy in general.” You reply with a smile, staring at the door he’d just ran out of.
“You’re probably right.”
———
You were beyond worried. You only left for a couple hours to go visit Wanda, and when you got back Peter and May were nowhere to be found. Neither were answering your calls so you decided to go look for him in the first place you could think of.
“Ned? Have you seen Peter? He hasn’t been answering my calls..” You trail off when you walk through the front door of Ned’s home to find him waving his arm in circles while MJ shouts out him.
They both freeze at the sound of your voice.
“Are you guys alright? Do I need to call someone?” You ask, genuinely concerned that they maybe losing their mind.
“You’ve missed a lot.” MJ says and your eyebrows furrow.
“Basically we didn’t get into college and Peter tried to get Dr. Strange to fix it and it didn’t work and now monsters from different universes are coming and we’re trying to find Peter with this ring we stole from Dr. Strange.” Ned explains and you get whiplash from shock and also how fast he’s explaining everything.
“Pretty much what he said, yeah.” MJ nods along.
“Okay.. um.. any luck with the ring?” You ask, still trying to process everything that’s going on.
“He’s made a few sparkles, but that’s pretty much it.” MJ shrugs and Ned’s jaw drops in offense.
“They we’re not sparkles, they were sparks. There’s a difference.”
“Okay, Ned. Try again, try harder. We need to find him soon before he gets himself into more trouble.” You interrupt their fighting, speaking sternly as worry starts to fill you.
“What do you think I’ve been doing!?” Ned replies, throwing his arms up in exasperation.
“Well, do it again!” You shout back at him.
“Fine.. bossy.” He mumbles under his breath as he starts trying to open the portal again. “I just wish we could see Peter!”
We all gasp at the sight of the portal successfully opening to reveal a dark alleyway with a figure standing at the end.
“Is that him?” MJ whispers as we all stare in shock.
“Yeah, it has to be.” He replies and we all start to shout for him. He runs over and jumps through the portal, which causes Ned’s grandma to start screaming and throwing pillows at him.
“Hey, hey! I’m a good guy!” He shouts back at Ned’s Grandma, pulling off his mask and holding his hands up in surrender.
“Who the hell are you?” MJ asks as we all stare at him in shock and confusing.
“I’m Peter Parker-”
“Uh, no the hell you aren’t. Our Peter is much shorter and his hair isn’t as.. poofy.” You say, waving your hands around dramatically as you speak.
“Okay, my hair is the perfect amount of poof, thank you very much.” He says, raising up a finger, “And if you would let me finish.. I was saying I’m Peter Parker from my world.”
“The poofy hair world?” You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Okay, rude.” He sasses back, “I’m Spider-man, in my world, and then yesterday I was just.. here.”
Poofy Peter starts mumbling about nerd stuff as he walks around the room while Ned whispers, “This has to be because of the spell.”
“Spell? Like Magic?” He asks, looking back to the three of us.
“No, there’s no spell.” Ned quickly tries to cover up.
“Nope, no spell.” MJ adds.
“There’s magic here too?” He asks with a shocked smile.
“No.”
“Then what’s that red stuff coming out of her hand?” He replies, pointing to you as everyone turns to look at you.
“Y/N!” Ned whisper yells at you.
“Sorry, I’m in the defense since Poofy Peter from another universe just jumped through a portal!” You whisper yell back, turning back to the suspicious Peter, “Prove it.”
“What?”
“Prove that you’re Peter Parker.” MJ joins in my interrogation.
“I don’t carry an ID with me that kinda defeats the purpose of the whole anonymous superhero thing-”
He’s cut off by MJ throwing a piece of bread at him, then going into a karate stance as if preparing to fight him.
“Why’d you do that?” He whispers.
“Tryna see if you have the tingle thing..” She replies.
“I have the tingle thing just not for bre- OH MY GOD!” He cuts himself off with a shout, jumping out of the way to avoid a chair being thrown full-speed at him.
“Why’d you just throw a chair!” He yells, trying to catch his breath with a hand over his chest.
“Tryna see if you have the tingle thing.” You shrug, using the same excuse as MJ.
“You are deeply mistrusting people.. and I respect it.” He replies, jumping up and using his sticky fingers to cling to the ceiling.
“Crawl around.” MJ orders, waving her finger around while holding a piece of bread, ready to attack again.
“Crawl around?”
“Yes.”
“Why do I need to crawl around?”
“Because it’s not enough.”
“This is plenty.”
“Do it.” She demands throwing another piece of bread, grabbing another as a threat.
“I don’t- Okay, whoa, please put down the chair.” He says, realizing you were picking up another chair to throw at him.
“Only if you crawl around.”
“Um.. my mom was asking if you could- just.. get the cobweb there. Since you’re, like, up there.” Ned cuts in, pointing to the cobweb in the corner.
He sighs, crawling over to get rid of the cobweb before jumping back down to the ground. “Good?”
“For now.” MJ replies and we all turn to eachother to discuss what to do next.
“So I opened the portal to the wrong Peter Parker?” Ned shakes his head in confusion.
“Yeah, so I guess we just keep opening portals until we find the real one.” MJ shrugs.
“Okay.” Ned breathes deeply before repeating the same thing he did last time, “Find Peter Parker.”
Another portal opens behind Ned, a random man stepping through with a confused expression.
“Great, it’s just a random guy.” Ned sighs.
“I hope it’s okay I just stepped through this.. oh, it’s gone now.”
“You’re.. Peter?” MJ asks.
“Yeah. Peter Parker.” He smiles.
“Oh god, is every random man with brown hair Peter now?” You groan, throwing your head back in annoyance.
“Wait, he’s not your friend is he?” The Man Peter says, pointing to Poofy Peter in confusion.
They suddenly start shooting each other with webs and flipping around, until Man Peter hits Poofy Peter’s wrist with his web shooter.
“Okay, let’s stop this and go find the original Peter, please!” You yell, your brain not being able to handle everything that’s going on right now.
“Okay.. um.. is there some place he might go that has meaning to him? Like a place he would go to just-” Man Peter starts to ask.
“Get away from everything.” Poofy Peter finishes his sentence and an idea sparks in your head.
“I think I know where he is.”
You remember one place Peter and you would go to when things got too much. You went there for your first date, after dinner he slung you up to the rooftop to look at the sunset. You always revisited that place whenever either of you got overwhelmed or simply just wanted to see the view.
“What are you taking me up here for Spiderboy? Think you’re gonna get lucky?” You teased him, fixing the collar of the button-up he wore for the date.
“W-What, no, of course not! I mean- not that I don’t want to.. I mean..” He stuttered, his face turning bright red, making you laugh.
“Calm down, Pete. Just teasing you.” You mumbled, kissing him on the cheek and making his cheeks burn even brighter.
“I wanted to show you the view. I thought it was really pretty.. like you.” He mumbled the last part and you smiled.
“How many girls have you used that line on?” You asked.
“N-None.. you’re the first girl I’ve ever brought up here. Actually, the first person.” He replied, scratching the back of his neck.
“You’re adorable.” You smiled, booping him on the nose and going over to sit on the ledge and watch the sunset.
“It really is beautiful. How’d you find this place, pretty boy?” You asked, swinging your feet as you see him take the spot next to you out of the corner of your eye.
“Found it while swinging around, you know? Fighting crime and all that.” He said and you giggled and nodded. “It looks a lot prettier when you’re watching it with someone else, though.”
“Wow. You are quite the romantic, aren’t you? Who would’ve thought?” You nudged your shoulder with his, causing him to giggle and look down to his lap with a flushed face.
You two sat in silence while watching the sky merge into different colors. You glanced over to see Peter’s face, his side profile looked mesmerizing with pink and orange dancing across his face. Plus a little bit of red from his constant blushing.
“You really are a pretty boy.” You admitted, causing him to turn to you with wide eyes as if he hadn’t expected you to say that.
“T-Thanks. You’re a really pretty girl.” He replied.
“You suck at flirting, but it’s kind of endearing.” You smiled softly, “Get over here and kiss me, Spiderboy.”
———
“Peter!” You call out, looking around the roof to find the boy. You see in the darkness, a figure huddled up by the edge of the roof. “Pete.” You gasp, running towards him.
You fall to your knees next to him, grabbing his face and finding his absolute heartbroken expression. “Baby, oh god.” You feel tears brim in your eyes as you look at his red ones. He’s bloody and bruised, but you could tell that wasn’t even the worst part.
“May.. she-” He starts to say, but is cut off by his own choked sob. You heart breaks and you hold him so tightly, his head against your chest as you try not to cry.
“Shh. Just breathe, Pete.” You whisper, your voice coming out cracked as you try and fail at keeping your own emotions in. “I’m so, so sorry, bug.”
May was one of the sweetest people you’ve met, taking care of you and letting you live with her when she absolutely did not have to. And now she’s gone.
You look over to MJ, Ned, and the other spider-man’s who are looking at the two of you with solemn expressions.
“Peter.” You whisper in his ear, “There’s some people here to see you.”
Peter sniffles and looks up to you, “W-What?” He stands up, groaning and looking ready to fight, only to find his friends and two figures sitting on top of the tower behind them. They begin to jump down and Peter raises his arm, signaling for them to stop, “Hey- woah, wait!”
You place your hand in his arm, letting him know it’s okay.
“Sorry.” Man-Peter spoke, “About May.”
“Yeah. Sorry. I got some understanding of what it’s-” Fluffy Peter starts to say.
“No, no. Please don’t try to tell me you know what I’m going through.” Your peter cuts him off, “She’s gone. And it’s all my fault. She died for nothing, so I’m gonna do what I should’ve done in the first place-” He says, reaching for the button to undo everything.
“Peter-” Man Peter tries to reason with him.
“Please don’t. You don’t belong here. Either of you. So, I’m sending you home. Those monsters were from your world, so if you kill them, that’s on you. I don’t care anymore. I’m done.” Hearing Peter talk like this breaks your heart, hearing him lose his morals. But you stay quiet, knowing the only people who can help him now are himself. As weird as that sounds.
“I’m really sorry that I’ve dragged you into this, but you’ve got to go home now. Good luck.” He reaches to press the button again, but MJ moves it from his reach as Man Peter begins to speak.
“My Uncle Ben was killed.” He says, catching Peter’s attention. “It was my fault.”
“I lost-” The other Peter struggles to get the words out, “I lost Gwen. My- uh.. She was my Y/N.” He points to you and and you look at the pained expression on his face with a quivering lip. Both Peter’s explain how much the grief affected them, how they stopped pulling punches and didn’t care anymore. And how none of it helped.
“I wanna kill him.” Peter speaks up, his voice rough and broken. “I wanna tear him apart. I can still hear her voice in my head-” His voice broke and you immediately interlock your fingers with his, giving a comforting squeeze. He looks to you, before turning back to speak in a quivering voice, “Even after she was hurt, she said to me that we did the right thing.”
“She told me that with great power..”
“Comes great responsibility.” Man Peter finishes for him.
“Wait, what? How do you know that?”
“Uncle Ben said it.” Fluffy Peter says, nodding.
“The day he died.” Man Peter says, “Maybe she didn’t die for nothing Peter.”
———
The three Peter’s were each working on their own cures for the guys from the other worlds while you, Ned, and MJ all just watched.
“This is so freaky.” You whisper, watching them all move around and speak almost identically.
“Yeah.” Ned and MJ nod along.
You walk over to sit next to Peter, your Peter, giving him a small smile, “How you doing, bugaboo?”
He sighs, “I thought I told you not to call me that.” You can see the little smile threatening to break on his face, which makes you smile.
“Yeah, but when do I ever listen to you?” You tease, kissing his cheek while he still focuses on tinkering with the cure.
“True.” He smiles softly, setting down his stuff and suddenly turning to you, “I’m so sorry. I never told you what was happening because I wanted to keep you out of it. May, Ned, and MJ weren’t suppose to know either and I somehow dragged them into this, and now you too, and I-”
“Peter.” You grab him by his cheeks to get his attention and stop his rambling.
“Yes?” Both of the other Peter’s ask, looking up from their projects.
“No, I meant-” You motion towards your Peter and they nod in realization. “We got to get something figured out, I’ve just been calling them Man Peter and Fluffy Peter.”
Peter laughs breathily and you hold his face in your hands before speaking, “You didn’t drag me into this. You didn’t drag any of us into this. We made our choice to stay, Pete.”
He looks into your eyes and he looks scared, “Y/N, you can’t fight this with me. You have to stay with Ned and MJ-”
“No!” You immediately shake your head, “Peter, you’re not the only one with powers here, remember? I can fight.”
“I don’t care.” He replies, eyebrows furrowing in frustration, “I can’t lose you too. I can’t.”
You falter for a second, your face softening as you hold his in your hands, softly running your thumbs along his cheeks. “You could never lose me, bug. No matter how hard you try. I’ll always be there, even when my heart stops beating.”
“What!? Why would it stop beating!?” Peter panics and you laugh, pulling him in to kiss his lips softly.
“Calm down, Pete. I’m just trying to be poetic. I’m never gonna leave you, and if you try to leave me I’ll hunt you down.”
He laughs, kissing you again. “Just.. be careful.”
“I always am.”
———
“Shit, shit, shit.” You whisper under your breath, currently running from sand.
Yep, sand.
You weren’t running in fear, no, you were running in more of annoyance. The last thing you need is sand stuck anywhere on you. It’s just uncomfortable.
“Peter!” You yell, jumping up and grabbing onto a pipe to pull you to the top floor of the Statue or Liberty.
“Yes?” You hear all three of them in your earpiece.
“One, Peter One!” You shout, very confused as you watch the sand start to build up towards you.
“What’s wrong?” Peter breaths heavily, landing beside you as you motion to the sand.
“You really tried to put me in gladiator armor to fight some sand!?” You scold him, talking about earlier when he tried to put you in a full body metal suit that was about two sizes too big for you.
“I just want to keep you safe!” He defends, throwing his arms up in surrender.
“I can’t believe you left the sand to me! You know I’m stronger than that!”
“Hey!” The Sandman, who was actually quite polite compared to the others, says in offense.
You give him a deadpan look, raising your hand up and collecting all the sand into one big ball, raising your other hand to fly the cure over, using it on him quickly and watching as he turns from sand to a man, dropping him back on the floor.
You look back to Peter with an annoyed expression and he removes his mask, offering an awkward smile.
“You know, I love you sooo much-”
“Don’t even try.” You cut him off. “Peter. Let me fight Green Goblin. Give me his cure-”
“No, no! Not happening!” He yells, backing away, trying to escape the conversation.
“Peter!” You grab him by the collar of his suit, pulling him back towards you, “Don’t try to swing away from me.”
“Y/N, no. You know I can’t let you do that. He’s mine. I’m not letting him even go near you.” He says, grabbing your face in his hands and looking deeply in your eyes to make sure you understand.
“Peter, you can’t fight him and you know why. I can take care of myself.” You reply, holding onto his wrists as he frowns.
“No, no, I can’t let you do that.” He shakes his head, his eyes welling up with tears, “I can’t let you go too, I can’t miss you too-”
“But you won’t miss me and you won’t let me go. I’m there. I’m always there and even when I’m not, I come back, don’t I?” You smile sadly, your voice thick with emotion as you wipe tears from his face.
“Yeah.” He nods, sniffling. “Okay, yeah. But you have to come back. Promise me.”
“I-” Your promise is cut off by the sound of cackling and then a green device landing by yours and Peter’s feet.
Peter looks up at you, completely fear on his face as he jumps over to reach you and push you out of the way, but you both react too late.
The explosion pushes Peter away from you and you away from Peter, both of you landing harshly onto the not-so-secure metal. Peter groans, disoriented and trying to hear past the ringing in his ears. He looks over to find you knocked out, blood on your forehead and soot covering your hair and face.
“Y/N!” He yells, his voice cracking and hardly carrying volume. He groans as he tries to crawl over to you, fear building in his stomach.
He’s almost reached you when a creaking sound startled him and makes him stop. Suddenly the metal floor beneath the two of you starts to tilt diagonally, causing you to slide with it.
“No!” Peter screams, lifting himself up and limping his way towards you as you slide down the metal, stopping right at the edge, so close to falling 200 feet down to the floor.
You start to gain consciousness, but not enough to understand what’s happening, not until it’s too late.
With one last sound of metal screeching against metal, one last yell from Peter’s lips, your body is suddenly falling, the harsh breeze you feel against your back stirring you from your sleep.
You open your eyes and the first thing you see is Peter’s completely fear stricken face as he dives after you. You can’t comprehend anything fast enough to stop what’s happening.
And when you see Peter’s body knocked away by a green streak of light, it all hits you, but still not fast enough. Even though it feels like everything is moving in slow motion, it’s still moving too fast, way too fast. Until you meet the ground with a sickening thud.
It’s silence.
When did silence become so scary?
Peter picked himself up, looking over to where you landed, where everyone watched in sickening silence. He was waiting for you to stand up, say you were okay, call him that stupid nickname while smiling in your stupid (adorable) way.
You didn’t move.
He couldn’t move.
His body was stuck and he thought the first emotion that would fill him would be sadness, fear, hopelessness. And while those all came, the strongest was rage.
He turned to the man that caused all of this. The man that took May from him, and now you. He knew he probably should’ve gone to you, gone to help you, but all he could think about was killing that man.
He grabbed onto the collar of Green Goblin’s suit, throwing him up in the air and slamming him down harshly on his back. He wasn’t laughing anymore, he was wheezing and groaning in pain.
Peter started to hit him, only this time, he wasn’t holding back. Every punch was his full strength. Goblin was already knocked out by the second punch, but Peter didn’t stop.
“Peter!” The other Spidermen were shouting behind him, but Peter didn’t listen. He didn’t care.
“Peter!” Their voices got closer until they were pulling him by his shoulders and away from the very, very bloody goblin.
“No, no!” He screamed, trying to pull out of their hold to finish the job, “Let me go!”
“Peter, you have to stop. Before it’s too late.” Peter 2 said, pulling him back as he shook his head and tried to free himself again.
“No! He took everything from me!” Peter screamed, his body sagging in defeat as he registers his own words. “Everything.” He cries softly in a broken voice.
“Y/N is not gone yet.” Peter 3 whispers.
Peter’s head snaps up at his words and then he’s running as fast as he can, ignore the ache in his body as he makes his way to you. His heart breaks to find you laying there limp while Ned and MJ sit beside you.
He runs to you, falling to his knees and lifting you into his arms. He holds his head against your chest, reveling in the sound of your faint heart beat against your chest. 
“Hey, pretty girl.” He whispers, his voice wet with emotion as he sniffles and moves the hair out of your face. “I need you to wake up for me, yeah? It’s time to get up, baby.”
You were still. Peter felt his hope slipping, but he continued to whisper into your ear and nudge you to consciousness.
“Peter.” Another voice spoke in alarm, grabbing his attention from you for just a moment.
Dr. Strange was storming towards him, explaining how people from different universes were coming for him. Panic fills him once again as he looks to your unconscious body.
“W-What can we do?”
You were laying unconscious in Peter’s arms as him and Strange found the only solution to be that everyone forgets Peter Parker. He looked down to you, tears in his eyes as he brushes away the dirt and soot from your cheeks.
“Hey, pretty girl. You won’t remember me when you wake up, but know that I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. Even when you call me stupid names like bugaboo.” He laughs breathily at his own joke, his red-rimmed eyes glances to his friend who are standing with solemn looks on their face. He gives a single nod, which they understand completely, nodding back.
Then he looks to Dr. Strange and everything resets.
———
Peter watched outside the hospital window in his suit, no mask so he could get a clear look at you. It was raining, covering up his tears. It made him sick to his stomach to think about what he did to you.
He shouldn’t have let you come. He shouldn’t have been so distracted. His spider senses should’ve worked faster to save you.
There’s so many things he should’ve done differently.
And now you were sitting in the hospital bed, lifeless, wires attached to you as you continue to sleep.
You’ve been in a coma for two weeks. The doctors say you’re going to live, but you’re paralyzed from the waist down.
And Peter thinks it’s all his fault.
He pulls out a paper from his bag. He knows you couldn’t hear, especially since he was at the window, but he still needs to stay it. The ink was smudge from the rain, but he’d already memorized it by heart.
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to say to you. It’ll be okay? I know it won’t. Because of me, you’re not okay. I don’t know how to fix this, and I’m sorry. That’s really all I can say. I’m so sorry I did this to you. I have all of these powers and I still couldn’t save you. It just sucks, you know? Cause you were the one for me. You were the one and I ruined it all because of who I am and who I will always be. I thought I could have love as long as I kept it safe, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t keep you safe.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. Not just for everything I’ve done, but also because I know I can’t let go of you, even when I’ve destroyed all that we were.”
He can’t bear to watch you anymore. He comes back everyday and everyday it seems to hurt a little more. He swings away, his heart aching as he realizes he’s all alone and it’s his fault.
“Peter.” He jumps as he he closes the window to his new apartment, turning around to find Wanda.
“Wanda? How do you-”
“Remember you? You think I wouldn’t find a way to get out of Strange’s spell? You don’t know me very well then.” She teases with a small smile.
Peter doesn’t notice it though, because all he can think about when he sees her face is you. What he did to you.
“I’m-” His voice cracks in the middle of his sentence as his eyes start to burn with tears and emotion, “I’m so sorry, Wanda.”
“It’s not your fault, Peter.” She replies, shaking her head as she looks at him with sympathy. Of course she was grieving over her sister too, but Peter wasn’t just grieving over her, he was taking responsibility for everything that happened to her.
“Yes, yes it was.” He quickly disagrees, shaking his head as his red rimmed eyes find hers. “It’s always been my fault. I always do this and someone else pays for my mistake. Uncle Ben, Aunt May, and now Y/N.”
“Peter, you know what’s going to happen when you blame yourself. You’re going to end up in a dark and lonely place. I know that place. It happened to me with Vis. You’ll do things you regret, Peter.”
“I already regret everything I’ve done! Do you see all the damage I’ve caused!?” He shouts, throwing his arms in the air.
“She’s alive, isn’t she?”
“Barely.” He spits, “All because of me. She’s probably never going to walk again. And it’s not even like she can hate me for it, like she should, because she can’t remember me.”
“Peter-”
“Just leave. Go to Y/N. She deserves to wake up to someone she can remember.”
———
“Wanda?” Your hoarse voice murmured as your eyes finally open. Wanda lets out a breath of relief, glad you’re finally awake. “What’s going on?”
“Hold on, Y/N, I need to get the doctor.” Wanda says, causing panic to fill you as you realize where you are.
You look around, terrified now that you realize you’re in a hospital with no idea how you got there. You try to move to stand but you can’t feel the lower half of your body.
“Wanda.” You breath out, your face full of fear, “Wanda, I can’t feel my legs.”
“Shh, just lay down, Y/N. It’s okay.” She tries to push you to lay back down, but you’re hyperventilating.
“I can’t feel my legs, Wanda!” You shout, tears filling your eyes as doctors rush in to try to calm you down.
A needle gets put in your arm and suddenly you start to go from hysterical to extremely tired.
Peter watches the scene from his window, a crestfallen expression on his face as he dwells on what he’s put you through. All he can think is “it’s my fault.” He’s starting to wonder if any of it was worth it. If he should have just never been with you in the first place and save you all this despair. But he was selfish and now, once again, someone else has to suffer the consequences.
He’s not sure how much longer he can take hurting people he loves.
Maybe it was a good thing the world forgot him.
It makes it much easier to keep his distance.
———
“I can’t remember him!” You gasp, sitting up in your bed as Wanda quickly runs to your side.
“Shh, breathe Y/N.” Wanda coos, running her hand through your hair.
“Wanda, I can’t remember him. Spider-man. I can’t remember who he is.”
Wanda is shocked by this. You shouldn’t have been able to remember that you even knew who he was.
“I dreamt him, but I know it was a memory. And I can’t remember his face or his name. Who is he, Wanda?” You beg and Wanda gives you a look of pity.
“Even if I told you, he wouldn’t want to see you.” She admits solemnly.
“Why?” You whisper, your voice so small and sad that she feels bad even telling you about any of this.
“Because he couldn’t save you, so he thinks he doesn’t deserve you.”
“But I love him and he loves me. I can feel it. I can’t remember who he is, but I remember him.” You didn’t care if you were paralyzed, you knew it wasn’t his fault. You knew he could never hurt you.
Wanda now had tears in her eyes as she watched yours spill down your cheeks. She knew you were right, but she also knew Peter had so much self hatred that he could not bare to even try forgiving himself. Everyone seems to forget he’s just a kid. A kid isn’t meant to carry so much guilt and trauma on his shoulders.
“I’m sorry.” Wanda whispers, pulling you into her as you sob violently.
He couldn’t save you, but he loved you like you were made of all things bright and beautiful. Why would you care if he dropped you when you know he could pick you up better than anyone ever could?
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I told ya it was long
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