bad romance
Peter didn't mean to raise his voice at you, he swears!
He just..got antsy. He got tired of arguing about his role as Spider-Man. Tired of repeating the same song and dance you two always did when you felt tears build up as you thought of Peter dying.
"___, I can't-" "Yes, you can! It's not that hard to make sure you're okay, or–or to call me when you're with Doctor Strange!" Your voice was hoarse from your crying, red eyes a lingering sign of it. You let out a pitiful sniffle, fingers wiping away your tears as you turned away from Peter, who followed. "Hey, look at me. I..I can't promise, but I'll try!" He tells you, hand on your shoulder before you shrug it off with a noise. "When? When will you try? It's been so damn long, Peter, I'm tired of it! I've been with you since high school, I've been with you since that damn spider bit you, and I'm still with you! I can't. I'm tired, I–" You lick your lips and swallow hard, slouched and exhausted, yet you still push Peter off when he wraps his arms around you. "I'm tired of this, I'm tired of you, I'm tired of Spider-Man. I'm leaving you, Peter. I mean it."
"No, no he didn't." He mumbled, the same way he did the whole week, and the last. Even after everyone forgot about him, forgot about Peter, his heart yearned for you to remember. To welcome him back into your life despite you claiming the fire had extinguished long ago. He mumbled to himself all the way to your apartment.
"___, it's me. I wanna talk, talk about us. I'm–" The door opened to you. His pupils felt as if they shrunk, fixated on you, only you, just y–"Honey, who's..this?" A voice spoke from the other side, and you turned your head. "I don't know, dear." Honey..? "Sir, are you..are you lost?" You asked him, stepping closer to him. "I can call someone for you, if you'd like. The person you were calling for, maybe?" Peter's breath went hollow as he saw your new partner, coming from wherever they were and practically hanging off your shoulder. "Oh, poor guy." They said with a pout. "Maybe someone with your name gave him a fake address?" "..Y-yeah. That's what happened. Could I..could I just come in, call someone?"
He can't keep himself still, jittering with each nervous press of a random number, trying to ignore the hushed words you share with your new loverfriend. "Babe, I think after this, we should..kick him out?" "No." Your voice is firm when you say that, arms crossed, and Peter swears that he could hear his heart beating as you say that, brain becoming tingly and warm. "It's just..look at him! I don't..I don't think he's okay." "Dear, I won't let him hurt you. I swear to you. After he calls whoever, I'll..make sure he's okay, then we'll never see him again." As soon as your lips meets theirs, Peter feels as if his skin is on fire, bringing the phone up to his ear in a rush before clearing his throat loudly. "Uhm, they–they didn't pick up." "Oh, do you need a ride? You livin' with family or something, kid?" Peter felt his nose scrunch at the word. Kid, he kept repeating in his head. "..No, just a roommate." He kept a nervous smile on his face, hands buried in his coat, keeping eye contact. "Come back soon, okay?" Your partnerfriend gives you a curt kiss on the lips, a small giggle when you wrapped your arms around their waist. "I'll be back before you know it."
"FINALLY! I FINALLY HAVE YOU BACK!" Peter gushed with excitement, hands caressing whatever he could as he stared at you, pupils wide with happiness. You only sat, tied to the chair and forced to listen to his ramblings that spilled out of his mouth, too fast for you to even try to understand. "Don't look at me like that, ___. This was for your own good–our own good! We-..we have a house now, a house just for us, for our kids, for you! It's just like you wanted, just like you begged me." What was he talking about? Everything sounded like mad rambling and ranting, making you stare with obvious confusion, struggling against the ropes which burned at your skin. "You don't.." He goes quiet for some time, the silence eating at your brain, before he starts laughing. Fucking laughing. "Hahaha! I-I..I forgot! I'm such an idiot, but you loved that about me. You still love that about me. Even though you forgot me, forgot the man I was to you, forgot how much I meant to you." His tone sours at the last words, a frown on his face and his eyebrows furrowing. "But don't worry, we'll make new memories. Of us, of our marriage, of our kids, and no one'll take that away from us. I don't care what I have to do, who I have to kill. It'll all be worth it, just to have you."