He falls asleep during conversations.
“Peter.”
The white man flinched, his eyes widening as a sudden smile creaked on his face.
Peter sat with his head on top of his folded arms, slouching to lean against the library desk. Across from him sat you, the light of his life despite the irritated scowl on your lips.
“Were you even listening Parker?” Uh oh, you were using his last name, which suggested he made a mistake.
He wouldn’t have taken the warning seriously if he hadn’t loved hearing his name slip from your lips or seeing you roll your eyes. as well as watching you bring the pen you were holding to your lips, the gesture caused him to reposition himself in his chair.
“Of course, I was listening, I would pay just to hear you talk all day if it might I could hear you say my name like that again.”
He’s gotta search the street when he’s on vacation.
He couldn’t get rid of the nervousness that made his ears ring or the way he fidgeted in place while holding your hand.
You assumed his nervous state was due to the new environment, the vacation being a gift that you both worked for, and given how recently anxious Peter had been working at the newspaper.
You wanted to do something to take his mind off his overly cluttered schedule. Something that brought you two back together again, missing the times when you two would just mess around in each other’s company.
You planned the trip without telling him, assuming it wouldn’t be too difficult to travel from New York to Florida for weeks.
He had worked hard enough to be able to take some time off, so you called ahead of time to ensure that he could use some of his vacation time without his knowledge.
You thought spending time together in the hot weather would be a good idea, but Peter couldn’t seem to get his mind off whatever was bothering him the entire time. You sighed as you noticed him lost in thought again, clutching the ring box in your pocket.
maybe now wasn’t the best time…
And all I do is sit and think about you
Peter couldn’t pull it off. That man was struggling to balance his two lives, being Spiderman and your boyfriend, and he noticed how distant you two were from each other.
You were also the one to come to him for something or reach out when it came to your relationship, which he appreciated because he didn’t have to give his full attention knowing that you’d always be there when he was done doing what he needed as Spiderman.
But he could tell you were giving up on him recently; he knew you were tired of putting in your all just to spend time with him before he would stumble into his apartment sore and tired.
Or simply stopped him when he made excuses for standing you up on dates you reminded him of weeks in advance.
You were slipping away, unaware that even when he was away fighting bad guys in his secret life, he was still too distracted to do his job with you and as Spiderman properly.
and I know you think you’re sly but you need some imagination
He felt the way you tensed as your phone chimed by your lap, refusing to flip your phone upward to even take notice of the notification.
A pit formed in the bottom of his stomach as the device ding again, watching as you picked it up and placed it against your nightstand.
Still lying face down He reasoned that if he forgot about it, the numbing sensation that had settled in his brain would go away.
He’d just forget about how you shifted away from him moments later to answer the unexpected phone call that you left to answer in another room.
He tried to stop himself from trailing after you overheard the conversation that irritated him.
You were talking to someone else, someone he didn’t know the name of or how you and he met without his knowledge. You used to tell him about everyone you met, but now he felt like a stranger in your life.
“who was that?”
You avoided his stare by crawling against the mattress with your phone in hand, returning to cuddling against his side.
Peter stopped you before you could reach out to touch him, crossing his arms and sitting against your headboard, his gaze redirected to the movie that was now playing for deaf ears.
“A friend, just asking if we could hang out tomorrow”
“I thought we had something planned for tomorrow?”
The question caught you off guard, and you looked up at Peter, perplexed.
You could tell something was wrong with him by the way he sat just to avoid making eye contact with you, or by the way, he bit the dead skin from his lips. He was envious, as evidenced by his posture.
Knowing that Peter would usually stand you up whenever you made plans to spend time together, you weren’t bothered with the task any longer.
Finding it mentally taxing to constantly remind him that he needed to keep the time in his schedule to hang out with you.
So, naturally, you stopped making plans, reasoning that it would be better for you both to find time to hang out naturally within your schedules.
Of course, the plan failed; if anything, it gave Peter the idea that he could spend more time as Spiderman, leaving you alone.
“We do?”
“Yeah, let’s do something tomorrow I’ve missed hanging out with you”
all I do is sit and drink without you.
Peter messed up.
He got carried away again, taking care of other people’s problems while swinging through the streets, fixing whatever he could get his hands on.
He noticed the time had passed midnight just moments before assisting a woman in returning her stolen bike, allowing time to get the best of him.
His heart skipped a beat when he realized he was supposed to spend the night at your house, as he promised last night.
Swinging to your house with a speed he never imagined he could achieve, only to realize it was too late. He was about to walk up to your apartment when he noticed you walking out the building’s doors.
He felt his heart drop, dipping behind the corner and peeking around the corner to see you walking in the opposite direction with another guy by your side.
“He always does this it’s fine, it’s just how Peter is” You were talking about him to the guy, and the guy knew Peter’s name but didn’t know his something that was entirely his fault, but he couldn’t swallow the fact that you were busy making excuses for him.
if I choose then I lose.
“I’m spiderman.”
The confession was a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere that had settled within your bedroom; only moments before, you and your partner had been yelling at each other.
Just moments ago, you and Peter were arguing about the guy he couldn’t get his mind off of; he had been trying all day to shake his mind off of the nameless virus that he was blaming for your absence, and he accused you of things he would never have expected you to do.
While speaking from a place of rage and heartbreak, he was doing the same to yours.
“Well, when you see Peter Parker tell him that I can’t do this anymore.”
distract my brain from the terrible news.
Peter knew stalking you on social media was a toxic thing to do.
It had been two years since he told you he was Spiderman and two years since you broke off your relationship, leaving him in his own head.
It took him months to discover that you had begun dating the nameless man who seemed to sweep you off your feet at just the right time.
He also discovered his name was Harry, and you two worked for the same company, apparently meeting through work, and he had been smitten with you ever since.
The only difference between Harry and Peter was that Harry actually treated you like he was.
It took Peter a few more years to realize Harry’s true identity, the rage he felt when he discovered the man you were in love with was the cause of your untimely death, he was a monster who fed off of other people’s suffering.
He wanted to smack that smug look off his face when he proudly boasted about taking you away from him, saying that lying to you was the easiest thing he’d ever done.
“thanks to you [y/n] never knew what a real relationship was, you just made it so easy for me to kill them”
it’s not living if it’s not with you
“I became bitter and stopped pulling my punches. I became full of rage.”