It was never supposed to happen like this.
You had spent months trying to figure out why Peter Parker always disappeared when things went wrong—why he came to school covered in bruises, why he flinched when someone reached for his arm, why his excuses always seemed just a little too convenient.
And now, standing in the middle of a dark alley, the neon lights of the city flickering above you, you had your answer.
Spider-Man—your Spider-Man—was Peter.
He was still breathing hard, shoulders rising and falling beneath the suit as he hesitated, fingers curling around the edge of his mask before finally pulling it off. Messy brown curls stuck to his forehead, and his wide, exhausted eyes met yours.
You felt like the ground had disappeared beneath you.
“All this time…” Your voice barely broke above a whisper. “It was you?”
Peter swallowed, his throat bobbing. “Yeah.”
It was all you needed to hear, and suddenly, everything—the missed dates, the bruises, the exhaustion in his eyes—made sense. He had been carrying this secret alone, pretending to be just a regular high school kid while running through the city at night, throwing himself into danger.
And you had yelled at him for missing your birthday.
You took a shaky breath, your chest tightening. “Peter…”
“I wanted to tell you.” His voice cracked, thick with something between guilt and desperation. “So many times. I—I didn’t want you to worry. I didn’t want you to get hurt.”
he only calls you when he’s high.
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