"What the hell?" He muttered, his hands going up to his chin. When he looked up you were already gone, just like a year ago. He didn't know that you were that strong but then again he didn't know what you were doing for a year even before you left.
Peter ran down the hall, trying to find you for a minute before he gave up. He then went back to your apartment, using one of the keys your uncle gave him.
Since you left, Peter decided that it was his job to look after your uncle. So everyday after school before he could go back to being Spiderman, he would come and help your uncle and if your uncle didn't come yet, he would wait.
He jogged into your room to check if you took anything. His eyes traveled your bed, noticing that the box was gone, leaving an empty space on your messy bed. A small smile appeared on his face but it disappeared when he realized that he had lost you once again.
He then checked every room in the apartment. He stopped his track when he saw a block of money sitting on the bed. He stepped toward the bed, picking up the heavy block of paper, examining it.
"Y/n what are you doing?" He asked, getting worried for you not knowing how you got the money. He rubbed his face sighing heavily before he turned around when he heard the door opening.
"Peter, you okay?" Your uncle walked into his room before his eyes went to the money in Peter's hand. "Where did you?-"
"Y/n came." Peter answered cutting your uncle off, his eyes traveled down to his hand and the money in his hand.
What have you been doing? He asked you in his mind.
"I'm sorry I couldn't stop her from leaving, again." He looked up tears welling up his eyes as he gulped.
"Peter it's okay, don't be sorry. She's Y/n, nobody can stop her from doing what she wants." Your uncle patted Peter's back gently.
"I got to find her. Here are the sandwiches, please be safe, call me if something's wrong." Peter said, giving your uncle the bag before he rushed out of the apartment.
"Karen, please find Y/n, you know what she looks like." Peter said after he put on his suit, swinging from buildings to buildings.
Peter's heart was thumping loudly against his hard chest after Karen told him your location. He swung through the city quickly, trying to stop you from leaving him again.
His stopped on top of a small building when he spotted you sitting on of the sidewalk, your head in your hands as you continued to cry, the people around you were ignoring you completely, not giving a care in the girl who sat by herself, slowly breaking inside.
"Y/n." He whispered to himself, jumping down the building,p before he quietly snuck behind you.
Before you even noticed him, his wrapped his arms around your waist holding you close to him like he used to a year ago. He missed this, he missed having you in his arms especially when you were crying.
Peter swung you onto one of the building near his apartment as you beated his chest on the way, you would be more than happy for him to drop you.
"Take me down," you said, wiping the tears off your red face.
"No, Y/n. Where were you?" He asked, stepping a bit closer to you. You just shook your head as an answer before you stepped away from him, walking toward the fire escape but Peter blocked your way, grabbing onto your arm.
"Peter, I swear. You don't want to be near me right now." You said, gritting your teeth together.
"Then why did I bring you here?" He questioned you, walking forward causing you to walk back. "Answer me Y/n."
After a minute of you looking down at the cement roof, you looked up at Peter, tears welling up your already red eyes again. Little did you know that Peter was also crying but he was good at hiding it.
"You remember that time when I asked you about the girl who nearly killed the two boys?" You asked as your heart beat faster in your chest, getting ready for Peter to put you in prison.
"Yes but this has nothing to do with the situation right now Y/n. Your uncle misses you, we all do. Come home." His voice broke at the end of his sentence.
"That girl is the one who created all of this Peter." You said, getting angry and impatient, all you wanted to do was to go away from everybody. "She kills people because the something is eating her alive. In fact she kills for fun now a days."
"And don't get me started on the money, Y/n. Where did you get it from?" You both were ignoring each other's words.
"Can't you see Peter? I left after that douche got killed. Can't you see the monster standing in front of you? I'm asking you Peter!" You weren't able to control your emotions at that point.
"What are you talking about. The monster?" Peter tried to step closer to you but you took a step back.
"Don't come near me." You said, your voice shaking just like your body.
Peter took another step toward you, attempting to clam you down like he used to. "Get the fuck away from me." You pulled out a pistol from your jeans, pointing it at him. It won't hurt him much since he had the super power but it would be enough for you to run away and never come back again.
"When you asked me if I'm scared, I said no and that answer stays the same to this day Y/n. You're nowhere near a monster." Peter took his mask off, dropping it on the floor. Your eyes soften when you saw his red teary eyes.
"If you don't see a monster then you're fucking blind Peter Parker. I killed over 200 people and that includes kids over the year." By now the fear and anger was taking over you, nearly completely.
"All the money you gave your uncle.." the realization hit him.
"If I go back, all I will feel is guilt. My uncle is already disappointed in me, imagine how much more disappointed he will be." You laughed bitterly as more tears rolled down your face.
"He's nowhere near disappointed, Y/n. I'm not too." He took a step closer, but before he could take another step, you pulled the trigger, shooting the side if his thigh, just enough to hurt him but not enough to cause a lot of damage.
"I already killed more than a 100 people, I don't need more on my conscience."
Peter cried out quietly, his jaw clenched as he tried to forget about the pain that was shooting through his veins. He fell onto his knees, both hands touching his fresh bullet wound.
The amount of guilt inside you was nowhere to be found so that made you disappointed in yourself, you just shot your best friend's leg and you didn't even feel bad.
"I warned you Peter Parker, you should've listen. You should be scared of me." You said through you gritted teeth before you strode off to the fire escape.
As you ran away again, Peter turned his head to look at you. He was still crying out in pain, blood spilling out of his thigh. He wasn't disappointed but he felt pity for you, you put yourself in a situation you couldn't get yourself out of. As you disappeared down the metal stairs, he knew that he had lost his best friend and his lover. And most importantly he was disappointed in himself, instead of bringing you back to him and your uncle, he chased your away even more.
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I really wanna write some fantasy Imagines but people don't read those, also this Imagine is so fucked up and dark as hell, I'm LOKI a psycho guys,
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