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Peter was never a morning person, Y/N often teased him for it as you walked into his apartment, unannounced, with some hot breakfast and coffees. Oh how Peter really missed that about you. You had died 2 months back, and ever since then, Peter couldn’t bring himself to get out of bed. So that morning as he laid in bed, arm over his face, he cried. He couldn’t help himself, Y/N was the only light he had left in his life, but alas, the universe was cruel. He wanted to ask you to be his girlfriend that night you died. He had asked you to meet him at the place that he first met you, the park, where you had come up, hot coffee in hand, and offered it to him.
“Hi! I saw you looked really sad, so I bought you a coffee!” Your face was pulled into a slightly forced smile as you tucked a $20 bill into the homeless looking man's hands. Peter’s face twisted into an awkward, and very confused scowl as he took the hot coffee from your hands.
“Thanks for the coffee, but I don't need this, I have a job” He grumpily tucked the $20 back into your hand as he sipped the coffee you had brought him, and that bewildered look you had given him was often something he poked fun at you about after you had befriended the homeless looking man. After that, you had started bringing Peter a hot coffee every time you saw him in that park, and Peter started to actually get excited about it. You were always kind to him, and something he really admired about you, was that you understood him. You were always open to listen to things from his perspective, and you were more than happy to actually agree with some of his points after he explained them to you. It was a nice change of pace from MJ. MJ never listened to Peter, when he came around to actually telling MJ his fears about being a father, she had yelled at him, called him selfish, and then shoved divorce papers into his hands. You on the other hand, smiled at him and gently grabbed his hands.
“Peter, trust me, I completely understand how you feel! Being a parent can be terrifying! My parents have been pressuring me to get married and start a family, and honestly, pregnancy scares me. There’s so much that can go wrong, and what if my husband is a piece of garbage?! I’d have a child tying me to him for the rest of my life even if I wanted a divorce!” The look on your face made Peter want to laugh, it was priceless.
“Well you’re only 24, you’re still young Y/N. I’m 36, divorced, and it would appear I have no future” Peter let out a sigh as he looked at you.
“ Oh Peter… You’re absolutely wonderful! I really enjoy our time together you know! Talking to you makes me feel like I actually have a voice, like someone actually cares..” If Peter could take a picture of you in that moment, he most definitely would. Your face was bright red, as you tried to adjust your blue and red scarf. The scarf had been a gift from Peter after you had informed him of your affection for spider-man. You absolutely loved the web slinging hero,especially since that web slinging hero was the man sitting with you in the park on a cold winter day drinking hot coffee with you, the man you had assumed was homeless because he was dirty and hadn’t shaved in weeks. It was after a year of getting to know you that Peter finally admitted he was Spider-Man. He expected you to be angry, to feel betrayed by his secret, but instead, you hugged him tightly and thanked him for everyone he saves on a daily basis, and you cried, so happy that Peter was the one that was saving the city.
The night you died was a night Peter had Nightmares about every night. That night, Peter had shaved, and actually made himself look good for you. Peter wanted to see you so badly, especially since you drowned yourself in work and barely spent time with him lately, A soft pout settled on his features as he checked his watch, you were already 15 minutes late. That should have caused a bigger panic than it did, especially since you gave him no prior warning to being late. There were so many red flags leading up to your death, and Peter often beat himself up for not realizing it sooner, for realizing that maybe knocking on your apartment window dressed as spider-man after an intense battle with a villain that had escaped, was a bad idea. After about an hour went by, and there was still no word from you, Peter decided to go to your apartment. As soon as he was about to knock on your door, his spidey senses went crazy, there was so much danger he was sensing from your apartment that he couldn’t help himself from breaking down the locked door.
“Y/N?! Y/N Where are you?!” Peter’s face drained of all color as he saw the bloody handprints on the wall, and the smeared blood trail leading to the kitchen. Peter felt so sick as he walked into the kitchen, your body was slumped up against the wall, a knife sticking out of your chest, and a knife in your neck, and written in our blood, was a message for Spider-Man.
“Mess with me again you stupid Spider, and I’ll hunt down everyone you’ve ever loved, and they’ll end up just like her.”
Peter’s knees buckled as he rushed to your side, he was crying as he desperately tried to save you, “please please please hang on Y/N. I’m so sorry, I should have told you I was going to pick you up.. Please just hang in there for me ok?” Peter desperately tried to dial 911 with shaky, blood soaked fingers, which were stopped by your own blood soaked hand.
“Peter.. I’m not going to make it.. Please.. Live your life for you.. Please don’t go back to looking homeless in the park.” That comment would have been funny, if it wasn’t for the current situation you and Peter were in, and with a final, ragged, and shaky breath, you smiled at Peter “and just so you know, I love you..” and just like that, you died in Peter’s arms.
Now, 2 months later, Peter was crying into his pillow as he stuffed his face with more pizza, watching the news as the reporter was talking about how Spider-Man hadn’t been seen for 2 months, and it had the whole city worried. As he slowly grabbed another slice of pizza, the strangest thing happened, a black hole opened up above his head, and he was flung into another universe.