"Peter, w-where did all these bruises come from?" His body tensed under your strong gaze, shirt over his head. He thought it was a good idea to run to your house. In the rain. Without an umbrella.

While he was changing into some spare clothes that your brother begrudgingly lent to him, you noticed the dark spots all over his stomach. He didn't really mind you watching change, since you two have been friends ever since you can remember. But you never remembered seeing him so... injured.

"You're not getting, bullied, right?" You laughed awkwardly, hoping that it wasn't the truth. You didn't go to the same school as Peter, so you couldn't be too sure as to what happened in his school life. He pulled the shirt over his head and onto his body, hiding the blemishes, though they still burned in your mind.

"It's- don't worry, (Y/N). It's nothing." He murmured with a reassuring smile as he pulled the door open, but your hand found his before he could step out. He froze under your grasp, though he didn't dare to turn around and meet your gaze. Your grip tightened when he sucked in a breath.

"No. Tell me, Peter." You tugged him harshly, forcing him to turn around and look you in the eyes. "Where did all those bruises come from?" 

"I-" He took in a sharp intake of air, refusing to meet your eyes. "Look, it's nothing, so can we just drop it?" His voice came out a bit harsher than he had intended, shocking you slightly. 

"Peter, I'm just worried about you." You trailed off, grip loosening and eventually letting go. Peter sighed and closed the door behind him and eyed you carefully.

"I'm Spider-man." 

No words could describe your shock. Your feelings of betrayal. Your anger. You took a step away from him, and another, and another until your back hit the wall. You kept your eyes on the floor, refusing to look at him for another second. "No, this is a joke, right?" 

The silence was a clear enough answer. Finally, you lift your head up and look at him, connecting with his warm brown eyes. The ones that you felt so comfortable with changed into the stare of a monster.

"So, yo-you were the guy tha-that left me there?" Your voice quivered slightly.

"(Y/N), please, don't-"

"No! You weren't there when I needed you most! I almost died, because you weren't there to save me!" 

"Then maybe you should learn how to defend yourself." His words came out quick and quiet, though it was loud enough for you to hear it, despite not believing he said it. 

"Get out. Get the fuck out of my house. I never want to fucking see you again. Get out."