Marvel oneshots [DISCONTINUED]

12|Peter Parker x reader #

type: sad

summary: cheering peter up on the anniversary of his parents death

word count: 591

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Peter Parker always had a smile on his face. It was simply a fact, known throughout the halls Midtown High, right between 'the sky is blue' and 'the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell'. This was why, when one day Peter showed up with a face as cloudy as the stormy gray sky, you were immediately worried. Instead of his usual cheery hello, Peter offered you a half hearted smile before tilting his head to the hallway, which was quickly filling up with sleep deprived high schoolers. "Shall we?" he asked softly. You nodded. "Let's go." You got to your first period class alarmingly early. Peter had wasted no time in dragging you to the geometry room, even though you had a test that neither of you had studied for. As you settled in to your seat, you touched Peter's shoulder. He spun around, and you were once again greeted with his disconcertingly sad eyes. "Peter," you said. You started to say more, but he interrupted you. "Y/N, I need to cram for this test," he said dully. "Aunt May will kill me if I get a bad grade." You nodded, though your brain was spinning. Peter never failed tests; math and science were his strongest subjects. You were concerned for him. He was your best friend, but he was also your first crush. Still, you let it go for now. Something was clearly troubling him, and you were determined to find out.

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It wasn't until after school that you got a moment alone with Peter. He had insisted on spending lunch in the library, claiming to be behind on an English essay, although you knew he had finished it in class earlier that week. You tried not to take it personally, but Peter had never avoided you so thoroughly before. As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the day, you bolted out of the biology classroom and ran down the stairs to Peter's sixth-period history room. You got there just as he was exiting, slinging his backpack over his shoulder while checking his phone for notifications. "Hey," you said, a little out of breath from your sprint. ("Peter, we need to talk." He sighed but nodded, slipped his phone into his back pocket, and lead you out the back door. "You've been acting weird all day," you continued as you stepped outside. "What's going on? Whatever it is, you can tell me." Peter stopped on the sidewalk and turned to face you, taking a deep breath as he did so. "Y/N... Today is the anniversary of my parents' death."

You sucked in a sharp breath. You felt as if you had been punched in the stomach. "Peter, I'm so sorry," you said. "I had no idea."He gave you a small smile and shrugged loosely. "Why? You didn't kill them.""Still, I..." At a loss for words, you pulled Peter into a hug. You felt his small frame shake as you held him. A few tears escaped from the corners of Peter's eyes and onto your shoulder, but you didn't mind. "They'd be so proud of you," you whispered. Peter sniffled and pulled away from you. "You think so?" he asked.You nodded. "Definitely. Your mom would be so proud of you, helping old ladies cross the street and stopping bank robberies. And your dad... he'd be wondering why you haven't had your first kiss yet."At this, Peter laughed. You grinned. It was the first real smile you had seen from him all day