Peter Parker Imagines Book

What He Won't Know Won't Hurt - Finale

As per demand, I have delivered.
(Definitely wasn't planning to put it up anyway lol)

What a trip it has been. @lovelyhollandd, it has been a pleasure writing this request for you, even if I did stray a decent amount from both the 'mini' part of miniseries and the 'little angst' aspect of it. It was a fun journey, and I hope that for everyone, this is a fitting ending to this type of role reversal AU.

You used to be afraid of heights. But then you were able to catch yourself if you fell.

By pure chance, you were bitten by an radioactive spider on a school field trip. Just a random spider that by chance, had gotten caught in a radiation test. It wasn't chance that the radiation that was now in that spider was killing it, but it was chance that its last victim had been you. It had been chance that you survived the radiation that passed through the venom in its bite and in return, it forever altered your DNA. It was chance that you had been given powers beyond what should have been possible. It wasn't chance that you decided to use those powers for good, to become a hero like the heroes you've looked up to your entire life.

It was by chance that you had met Peter Parker. He could have easily not walked up to the lonely kid during playtime on your first day of kindergarten and tell you that he would play blocks with you. It was by chance that he became your first real friend, but it wasn't chance that he decided that you were worth it to stick with even as you grew up and faced burdens you wouldn't have been able to get through without the other. It was chance that your admiration turned into adoration. It wasn't that he had become the one beacon in your life that always lit up your day no matter what you had gone through. It wasn't chance that he had started to notice and worry when you started wearing long sleeves and hats to cover bruises and cuts.

It wasn't chance when Peter had begun to suspect you were keeping an important secret from him.

It wasn't chance that the two of you had started to drift apart because of it.

And wasn't chance that because you hid Spider-Woman from your best friend, from the boy you were in love with, that you were primarily to blame when he got hurt because of you.

You thought you had gotten over your fear of heights. After all, you could always catch yourself if you fell. But you had thought wrong.

You might be able to catch yourself, but that wasn't the question that had tears pricking your eyes and your stomach lurching in fear.

Could you catch Peter?

The outside world was a blur as you dived straight down. A mesh of greys and blues around you and streaks of whites and reds and blacks below you.

The only one in focus was him. The only one you could see was Peter as he continued to fall, the wind whipping at his hair and clothes. His glasses were gone and you could faintly hear him screaming your name before it got carried away in the wind, like it was telling him there was no use in calling out to you.

You tried to dive faster, but the ground was rapidly approaching quicker than you could have imagined. An unmovable threat that could only be avoided if you were good enough. Gravity was your greatest enemy and it seemed to laugh in your face now, despite the fact that you defied it nearly every day.

No matter what happened, you knew these moments would haunt you for the rest of your life. The memories were branded in your head, and would replay behind your eyelids every time you shut them. Only the ending was undetermined, but that would be chosen soon enough. You just wish you had more time.