Marvel Imagines

Peter Parker x Depressed Reader

Dedicated to Tanaya_Shaw

WARNING: This Peter Parker x Depressed Reader does contain a highly depressed and stressed reader, which isn't a good combination. Please don't read if this is too much for you.

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   PETER'S POV

  School had been crazy! I had no idea why I had received so many assignments, but I was really tired...so tired. When I walked into school this morning, I was dragging my feet across the floor. I had no care in the world if everyone looked at me, because I wanted this day to be over with.

  When I finally made it to my locker, I did my locker combination and Y/N walked up to my locker.

  She said,"Hey, Pete. You study for the Spanish quiz?"

  My eyes widened, and I panicked saying,"What Spanish quiz? I don't remember her saying anything about a quiz today."

  Y/N raised an eyebrow at me, but then she facepalmed saying,"My bad. I'm sorry, Peter. I was so sure that we had a Spanish quiz today. Wait what if I have another quiz today and I just thought it was in Spanish class? Peter!"

  Y/N's face drained of color, and she looked like she was about to faint.

  I gently grabbed her shoulders and said,"Y/N, calm down. I'm sure you will be fine. You're good at everything. Aren't you?"

  Y/N nodded and did her little dance saying,"Yeah. Yeah, I am. I am good at everything. Bye, Peter!"

  I laughed as Y/N rushed towards her classroom, but I couldn't help but worry about her. I hoped she would be okay by the end of the day.

   Y/N'S POV

  There wasn't a word to describe how stressed and anxious I was right now. I couldn't believe I thought I had a Spanish quiz, and I actually had an Algebra and Chemistry quiz. I didn't feel great about either one of them. By the end of the day, I did all the crying I was going to do inside the bathroom and headed to my job.
  My job distracted me from worrying about what my parents were going to say about my quiz grades, but I knew them too well to know they had already asked my teacher about both of them. The second I got home, me having a bad day wasn't a good excuse for my grades. I was sent to my room, and I had lost my privilege to go and hang out with my friends.

  My parents didn't know I had been struggling with depression for quite some time, but I knew if I would have just told them, then they would have let those quiz grades go. I didn't have the courage to tell them. I knew they'd be devastated and probably be supportive, but why wasn't that enough for me to tell them? I don't know.
  Something hit my side window, and I looked down to see Peter. I opened the window and motioned for him to climb up. I knew he was Spider-Man, so that was no problem for him.

  He climbed inside and said,"You didn't answer any of your texts, so...I came by to see what was going on."

  The second I opened up to Peter and ranted to him about everything I had been feeling, he just listened and pulled me into his embrace. I didn't know how much I needed being in his arms until he talked me into trying to overcome my depression.
  Unfortunately, Peter had to leave, and I thought about everything that he said, to the point that I opened up to my parents and went to get help. Sometimes, Peter even came in with me. It was a blessing having him in my life. I could never forget it either.