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Anon Requested: I have an angsty request for peter Parker maybe? He’s overwhelmed with school and stuff and the reader just wants to help him out and he snaps at her and tells her to give him space- and the reader gives him TOO MUCH space- I dunno if that makes sense but whatever-

a/n: the sniper got 'em. In all seriousness, here is your request and I'm sorry it took so long! Things have been weird lately. And I hope you don't mind the little twist I added. I also hope this isn’t hot garbage.

warning: swearing, sad peter, minor fighting

You weren't sure how your evening had gotten to this point. You had gone over to may's apartment, which was pretty much routine at this point, to help Peter study. He's somehow fallen a tad bit behind in his classes, what with the blip and Stark's passing, needless to say, peter was a little overwhelmed.

everything started off fine, but when you had asked Peter- nicely, you wanted to add- to take a dinner break, somehow it started a fight. You were grateful that May had gone out for a bit, she said she forgot something that was needed for dinner. You thought you and Peter could relax and cook together, but instead you two were yelling at each other.

Not really yelling, more like...Aggressively debating. You were practically begging Peter to just take a small break, and that he was over working himself. And Peter kept repeating himself that you just didn't understand, or that you couldn't understand.

You didn't want to argue with him anymore. You just wanted to sit and take a breath, but it seems that Peter had gotten too wound up about it. About everything, really. His brain was going at 100 mph and he couldn't seem to make it stop. Everything was too much.

"What do you need me to do?" you had asked calmly once you had cooled your nerves.

"I need you to give me space!" you had snapped unintentionally.

You were a little surprised by his tone. He'd never spoken to you like that before. You watched as he stormed to his door and slammed the door.

"Fine," you said to yourself as you gathered your things, "Whatever. I'll give you space."

You left the apartment without so much as a goodbye.

Peter had taken a good chunk of time to catch his breath and calm himself. Every bit of anxiety was now replaced with guilt as he recalled how he treated you earlier. He slowly crept out of his room, almost like a scared puppy, and looked around for you.

"Peter?" he heard his aunt from the dimly lit kitchen area.

He hesitated for a moment before walking out to greet her, "Y-yeah?"

"Thought I heard you." she smiled softly as she set out a plate of food for him. He slowly sat down, feeling like he was somewhere he shouldn't be. It was too quiet, even for it being just them. He looked at the plate, "Uh, where's Y/n?" "Oh, I saw her on my way up. She said you were really tired, so she decided to head home." May smiled at him again, "You must've been zonked."

"Yeah.." he replied slowly.

You had gotten home, and your parents had just finished dinner. Your mother invited you to join them, and you didn't want to be rude, so you sat. It felt a little awkward because your mom asked, "How's May and Peter doing?"

"Fine, I guess." you replied.

That answer was apparently good enough, because the subject quickly changed. You finished your dinner a bit faster than normal, and then excused yourself to your room for the evening. You had gotten into your pjs and climbed into bed, turning off your lights and putting your phone on silent.

You ignored the 2 missed calls and 3 text messages from Peter.

School the next morning was very awkward. You normally walked in with Peter, and sometimes Ned accompanied you two, but today, it was just you. It felt lonely, but Peter said he wanted space, so you'd give him that.

You could hear him jogging up as you dug through your locker. You sighed with exasperation, even if you didn't mean it. You stared at the back of your locker as you latched onto your notebook.

"Y/n! Y/n, I'm sorry about last night.." he looked at you, and from the corner of your eyes you could tell he was really tired, "I didn't mean it..I really, really didn't."

You pulled your notebook out and held it to your chest, using your elbow to slam your locker shut. You stared at Peter for a second before turning on your heel and going to class. He followed you, again like a puppy, "I don't understand...Why- You don't wanna talk to me now?"

"I thought you wanted space," you said in an annoyed huff.

You took your seat at the back of the class and dropped your books onto your desk. Peter, being defeated, took his seat at the front of class. He tapped his pencil on his book and kept looking back at you. You weren't paying one ounce of attention to him.

The rest of the school day played out like some cliche tv show episode. You'd do everything in your power to actively avoid Peter, even if it hurt. You wanted to help him, but deep down, you figured he probably didn't want your help.

He's been different since the blip. Everyone was, but Peter was the worst. He was so broken up about everything. He stopped talking to you about how he felt, or even how his day went. You should've taken the hint earlier that maybe he just didn't want to be with you anymore.

All he wanted to do was just be at home. It didn't seem to matter to him if you were there or not. Maybe if you did have to actually talk to him, you'd just let him down easy. If he doesn't trust you to help him now, he'll probably never trust you. You had gone into autopilot mode as you gathered your book bag and homework from your locker. Your eyes were scanning every face you passed. "So, like, are you single?"

You jumped at the sudden question before you noticed that you'd almost run right into Flash. "Uh..."

"I heard rumors that you two broke up."

"Who- Wha- Why are people talking about that?"

"But did you? Because if you did," He tried to be smooth, "You wanna go for a cruise in my new car?"

"Not..." You spotted Peter down the hall, and instead of being petty or angry, you somehow felt kinda bad, "Sounds great, but I can't."

"Why not?"

The final bell for the day rang, and nearly every student had made a B-line for the door. You were one of them. You felt like you were the one who needed space now. You were feeling too many things. Were you really mad at Peter? Maybe he used the wrong tone, but he hadn't meant to hurt you. "He wants space," you repeated to yourself.

"I didn't mean that.."

You twirled around and Peter was right behind you.

"Well, you said it, so obviously, you meant it." you replied, "You said you wanted space."

"I didn't-"

"If you felt suffocated, why couldn't you just tell me that?" you asked, a little louder than you meant to, "You know I would've helped you."

"I just have a lot going on.." It sounded childish to say, it almost sounded like a crutch, "Not that that makes it okay- I just- Y/n-"

You noticed Flash and his group of friends watching. You didn't want to make things worse for Peter, "I have to go."

"Y/n." Peter persisted, catching up and walking by your side.

You adjusted the bag on your back, "I can take a hint, Parker."

You'd never used his last name. Peter stopped in his tracks for a moment, you stopped a few steps in front of him, "I understand that you're always busy...And I know that your idol dying must've sucked- Like, y'know, you probably read it in every paper or website- But," you sighed, "You know I was here if you needed to talk about it..Instead you kept shutting me out. I ignored it because I knew that that internship meant a lot to you..I understood that.."

Peter could tell that you were thinking about something. He could always tell because your would always look so perplexed about it until you would finally say it.

"I didn't want to think that you were intentionally giving me the cold shoulder." you took in a deep breath, "But last night? I guess I got the final hint. I'll just leave you alone, but next time, you should just say it."

It must've been obvious that that really hurt to say. Peter didn't like where this was going. You turned away when he reached out for you, "I have to go, Peter." Peter stood still as you made you way home. He didn't move a muscle until you were out of sight. He needed to fix this, and quickly.

Despite the urgency of the situation, Peter wasn't sure how to actually fix it. Saying sorry wasn't good enough.. He was certain just taking you out to dinner or whatever wasn't good enough. It wasn't until three days later- Three days of being completely ignored by you, though he caught you looking a few times- That he realized that maybe he should've just been a thousand percent honest with you from the start.

He had gotten the Stark internship about four months into you two going out. He realizes now that that took a toll. He was busy nearly every day after school with Tony, and when he wasn't with Tony he was trying to stay on top of school. He watched you walk home alone again, and that's when he hatched what he thought was his brilliant idea.

It was nearing 7:30pm and you finally decided to text Peter.

Hey, can we talk?

Two minutes pass.

It's not bad, I swear. I just wanted to apologize..

Ten minutes pass.

Peter? Are you there? You okay?

Normally he responds asap, kinda weird that he's not answering. Maybe he's just in the shower. Maybe he's ignoring you now. It was only fair, right?

You sit down on the edge of your bed, on the verge of tears, when you heard a knock on your window. You almost jumped out of your skin as you stood back up. You faced your window and saw a familiar stranger perched on your fire escape railing.

"Spider-Man?" you asked quietly as you rushed to your window and pulled it open. You leaned your head out of the window, "What are you doing here?" He was quiet for a moment as he awkwardly climbed off the railing. He rubbed his neck and then the back of his head, "Uh, Hi- C-can I come in?" That voice. You'd heard it somewhere.

You backed up, "Uuh, Sure. Yeah, come right in. Why are you here?"

You watched as the fearless hero tripped over the window sill and nearly face planted into the floor. He quickly pulled himself up and dusted himself up, looking around, "Oh, you know. Reasons."

"Do I know you?" you got to the point, "I swear I've heard your-"

Spider-man looked at you as you connected the dots. You covered your mouth, "Peter?"

"Oh- Oh no, oh geez." He looked around, "This isn't going how I- Well- Listen- I-" "Oh my god." you felt like you were going to faint, "Oh my god! It makes sense now- Oh god, I'm such a dick!"

"N-no!" Peter finally pulled the mask off, revealing his messy hair, "It's not your fault. I mean, I shouldn't be telling you- Danger and all that- But I..."

You lowered your hands and just looked at him. You were in complete awe. How could you not have figured it out?

"I-.." Peter sighed as he walked over to your bed and sat down, making himself comfy, "I'm sorry, like, about everything. I wasn't meaning to be distant, or an ass- I.. I just.."

You slowly sat next to him, not even looking at the suit anymore, just his face. Despite what he wanted you to see and understand, you just saw Peter.

"I was there when we lost five years ago.. I lost you, I lost May- But I was stuck in space. I kinda, just died not knowing if you were okay..Then," he cleared his throat, and you could see the tears, "I got back, and then Tony..d-He- ...Died. Then everyone kept asking what was next."

You weren't sure what to do, so you grabbed one of your blankets and wrapped it around his shoulders, "I'm sorry."

"People kept asking if I was ever going to replace Tony- If I was ever going to be Tony..And then I just..Gave up on my schoolwork, that's why I was behind.."

Peter looked at you for a split second and then looked at the floor, "Then we started falling apart, and-" He tried to wipe his tears, but he just broke down.

Out of habit, like all the times that his anxiety got the best of him, you did all you could. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close, finally letting your own tears slip out.

"I'm so stupid," he said, "I shouldn't have come here. I just," his voice cracked, "I just didn't want to be alone."

"You're not stupid," you reassured him, "Don't be so hard on yourself."

"It wasn't fair to you-"

"But I get it now. I'm not mad about it." You said softly, "Look."

You gently cupped his face and turned it so he'd look at you. You smiled at him, "We'll take it one step at a time- But listen.."

He sniffed, "Okay."

"You don't have to be anybody else." you were being sincere, "You are who you choose to be- And right now, that's Peter Parker. And that's good enough."

He looked at you for a moment, eyes glistening as the last few tears rolled down his face. You noticed that a few new one popped up, and you careful moved your hands, "Did I say something wrong? I'm sorry-"

Peter wiped his face, "You quoted Iron Giant- I started thinking about how the robot-" He started crying again, "Sorry."

"I was quoting that, wasn't I.." you chuckled a little, "But, I still meant it." Peter sniffled a little more.

"If you want to be an Avenger, or hell, even the mayor, I'll be right behind you. Okay?"

Trying to lighten the mood, Peter asked, "What if I want to be a hotdog vendor?"

"Well," you wanted to object, but you sighed happily, "If that's what would make you happiest."

"Are we good?" he looked at you with red, tired eyes.

"Yes, we're good- Just- Can we promise to talk about how we feel next time?" You pulled Peter into a tight hug.

"Yeah," he replied, hugging back, "We can."

There was a peaceful silence for a moment. Peter let out a happy sigh, "I love you."

You pulled back, in shock. Neither of you had ever said that, mostly due to being nervous, "What."

Peter realized what he said and gently moved away from you, face bright red, "I'm sorry- I mean, not sorry- I mean, I have to go now."

He got up and was about to put his mask back on when you grabbed his wrist, catching his attention.

"I love you too."

He smiled at you, leaning over and giving you soft kiss. You smiled at him as he clumsily climbed out your window and put his mask on. You stuck your head out the window, "Hey, Spider-guy."

Peter looked at you, "Yes, ma'am?"

"You're pretty great."

"And you're just pretty."

"Nice one." you snickered, "Tell me when you get home. No swinging and texting."

"I will." he was about to shoot a web when he looked back at you, "Night, Y/n." "Night, P- Spider-Man."

You watched as he swung off into the city. Much like he did to you, you waited for him to be out of sight before you shut your window and closed your blinds for the night. You turned your lights off and crawled into bed. About fifteen minutes later your phone buzzed. You were expecting a 'got home safe' or 'home,' but you got something entirely different.

Hey, I was thinking about it.. Why wasn't there an Iron Giant 2? First one ended on a good cliff hanger, but, that's still a cliff hanger. That's not very fair.

I see you got home safely <3

Oh, right.

You could see him typing.

I'm home. <3

I can tell, and to answer your question. I think the first movie bombed at the box office or something.

But it's a good movie?

Things were weird in the 90s.

You two wound up talking for another hour before Peter suggested that you two should probably go to bed. You fell asleep certain that Peter and you would talk more about everything tomorrow, but for right now, things were just fine.

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