Peter's POV:
Y/n was lying in my arms, she might have been asleep but I don't know. I had taken care of her arm so that she wouldn't bleed too much but I felt bad that I hadn't noticed the other cuts before.
I never wanted to force her to talk to me about it if she didn't feel comfortable, but I wish she felt like she could.
I wish I knew what she was dreaming about, I hoped that she dreamt of something nice. I usually dreamt of my memories, game nights with the avengers, days out with May, and sometimes, rarely, even of my parents.
If she didn't have enough happy memories to dream of then I would just have to make some with her. Take her for picnics and out to get coffees. Now that she knew I was Spiderman, I could even take her to meet the other Avengers.
Her head was resting on my chest as I stroked her hair. "I hope you're okay Y/n/n, You can always talk to me..." I whispered, sighing.
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Y/n's POV:
Needless to say, I wasn't asleep.
I couldn't fall asleep in Peter's arms, I had nightmares about him every night, about what he tried to do to me and every night I woke up crying. I didn't want to bother Peter any more.
"I hope you're okay Y/n/n, You can always talk to me..." he whispered.
It's not that I don't trust Peter, believe me, I do. I just don't want him to feel bad for me, other people have it way worse.
I loved spending time with Peter and I really liked him, which is part of why I hadn't told him in the first place. We normally talked about anything and everything but now I was sure that all he would want to talk about is what he had seen on my arm.
I didn't need him to worry about me, I needed everything to be normal.
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