Letting Go

Peter Parker | Reader

"Oh my god, you're kidding me right?"

A grin makes its way to his lips, as he casually dangles upside down in your room. You had long known he was Spider-Man, and although you were bothered he hadn't told you beforehand, you knew it was for the sake of your safety. Peter was pleased to have your understanding.

Which is what he loved about you.

He currently hung, tightly gripping the web between him, his mask discarded on your carpeted floor. You crossed your arms, raising a thin arched brow.

"You want me to what?"

"Kiss me upside down. It'll be great!"

You huff. "You're out of your damn mind, Parker."

Peter pouts, an adorable one, causing you to suppress a giggle. "Please? I'll buy you ice cream!"

"Hmmm... right after?"

"Yes, right after. I promise!"

He entered the room with a grim look, hair shadowed his bloodshot eyes. There you lay above a pristine, white mattress, body covered with a thin layer of the clean blanket. Tubes, numerous tubes, have long replaced your source of life, the repeating sound of your faint heart beat fell as ominous music that he wanted to ignore. You haven't moved nor shifted nor flinched for two solid months, nearing the brink of death itself. The beauty in your eyes stayed hidden in sight by the pale lids that he'd grown accustomed to seeing after so many visits.

Hesitantly, and quite awkwardly may you add, you cupped his cheeks and tenderly pressed your soft lips against his. It was a bit uncomfortable and tricky to kiss someone upside down, so you settled for a small chaste one.

Either way, Peter was content, as long as he had the chance to kiss you.

"I love you, (Y/N)."

"I love you too, Parker. You promised me some ice cream?"

Peter pulls up an empty chair beside your bed, eyes glistening in the dimly lit room. His warm hands reached for your cold fingers, locking them together in a tight embrace. Lips gently kissed the delicate skin, the tears finally cascading down his cheeks. He shut his eyes, memorizing your features before the horrid accident occurred. If he hadn't failed you, you would be alright. But he did, and now he was losing you.

It happened too quickly.

One minute he was carrying a small plastic bag containing your ice cream, the next he was shoved to the ground dropping the contents before him. He'd missed the car swerving before the both of you, but luckily he wasn't hit.

But you on the other hand..

"H-hey beautiful." His voice echoed in the room.

"H-How you been?"

Silence.

He took a deep breath. "I've been... around. Aunt May is concerned about you. Mr. Stark is also asking how you're doing. Michelle and Ned miss you as well."

Silence.

Peter pressed a kiss to your knuckles, then stood to lightly press another to your forehead. A tear had slipped from eyes, landing on your soft skin.

He had rushed to aid your bloodied body that lay motionless on the cemented floor, panic beginning to rush through his body.

"No, no, no, stay with me. We're gonna get help okay? You're alright. Please be alright— CAN SOMEONE PLEASE CALL FOR HELP?! H-Hey.. beautiful? Keep your eyes open. I'm here."

Peter was beginning to cry, shaking your body in his arms, but your lids never opened. Faint breaths was all that kept him from losing composure, and he kept his grip tight fearing that you may slip if he was to release you.

"Stay with me..."

"I have something to tell you."

He tightened his grip on your hands, eye shutting in despair.

"Please don't leave me..."

"I'm letting you go." His breath wavered.

"Y-you.. You don't deserve to suffer anymore. You don't have to keep fighting if you can't. You can go, okay? I-it's... It's fine with me. Trust me.

I'd rather see you in a better place, than countless trips to the doctors. I'd rather see you be free, than fighting to breathe everyday. I'd rather see you be happy, than wince every time you step forward."

Peter released a choked sob, his heart falling to the bottomless pit of his stomach. Deep down, he wanted to be selfish and wanted you to stay. He wanted you to keep fighting. He wanted you to come back.

"Because I-I ..I love you. I love you too much to let you suffer to be with me. I can't.. bear the thought that you're willing to withstand pain just to be with me. N-no. Please. Don't ever do that."

His voice cracked, lowering his head in defeat. "Please, you can let go."

"Peter, what would you want to do after all of this is over? After school and all?"

The two of you were sitting on the rooftop, blanket covering your cold bodies, the starry night sky overhead. You rested your head comfortably on his shoulder, while he rested his above your head.

"Marry you."

You snorted. "What? You want to be stuck with me, forever?"

"Why wouldn't I? I love you. A lot."

A smile slowly crept up your lips, pushing yourself closer to his body for warmth, and affection.

The line had fallen straight that very next morning, with Peter being the first witness the heart-wrenching sound. Before he called for the doctors, he planted one last kiss to your lifeless lips, pouring all the love he had in one touch.

One would say he was happy because you were finally free, and you were forever thankful to have fallen for someone like him.

"I love you too, Peter."