'every hour has come to this...'

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Confusion struck you in the chest like a poison dart as you watched the colour drain from Peter's cheeks. His movements were shaky, but non the less quick; gripping the hem of your gown and lifting it up the frame of your body to expose your lower stomach.

Nothing. It was gone.

"Peter what are you doing?" you quizzed, collecting his hands in your own but he pulled them away from your cradle, placing them on your stomach as he dropped to his knees. He could practically hear his own heart shattering inside his chest as he stared blankly at your empty stomach. There were bruises and marks where his baby, your baby had been removed... "Peter, what's going on?"

It hurt to breathe his chest was tight with agonising pain, struggling to keep a focused stare on your damaged skin. Every hope and dream was deceased just like the life that had been growing inside of you, gone without a goodbye. And you were non the wiser as to anything what was going on.

Regarding the fact that Peter was listening to a word of what you were saying, you lowered yourself down to your knees, finding his empty expression that lay across his face as his hand's departure from the material of your hospital gown and fell into the lake of his lap. He looked lifeless and confused, but more so his eyes were clouded with what looked like anger and frustration. It was sad to see the person you loved upset over something that you couldn't comprehend, you wanted to fix it, but you weren't sure how.

"Did he do it?" Peter asked through a tightened throat, his voice cracking near the end of each symbol.

"Who, Peter?" you quizzed, brow sharp and folding in on one another as they almost touched in the centre of your forehead. Peter sighed as his head drooped. No matter the love and passion he held in his heart, the one place you would always live; he couldn't bring himself to look at you. But where else would he have to look if not at your face but your arms that were resting by his on your knees? The black stings of venom that flowed through your once blue veins scorched flames inside of Peter's chest. No matter what had happened over the last few weeks you were still burning on the inside, and no matter what anyone said it could have or would be, it was still inside of you and Peter wanted it out.

He wasn't sure whether it was the pure and natural instinct that he had to protect you, or whether it was out of a decision that he made in the back of his mind, but he was certain he knew that he wanted that thing out of your body as soon as possible. He wanted the old you back, not some hyper alien life form version of you. Call him crazy but Peter didn't want you to evolve like he did, he wanted you to stay normal and human, something for him to come too. There was always the risk of you getting hurt if anything was to change - if the cotton wool that he had wrapped you in where to break or snap and your skin was to so much as he flicked by something harmful he may as well implode on himself.

"Can you stand up, please?" Peter snivelled lightly, wiping his nose quickly with the back of his hand as he gestured over your body with his eyes. You nodded, doing as he had asked and you stood together, hand in hand in the middle of the med bay hallway. Peter wasn't sure how to do and he wasn't sure how anyone would react, but he'd lost enough and he wasn't' going to lose you too. It was set like the stone inside of his mind, like a void that had been stretched and toyed with to the point that not even an iron dagger could make it bleed again. He had suffered enough, and now he had you, he wasn't about to let you go. He made a promise to himself, and he wasn't about to break it.

Looking down on you, he saw the glint in your eye as you looked upwards to his face. The expression that you showed only ever to those he had seen you cared about, and it was the expression of pain and worry, the small pond in the bowl of your eye that almost tipped when he smiled.

"Marry me, Y/N"

The world stopped like it had so many times before. You felt lost, staring up into the pools of brown and gold, white and black and the tint in his rosy cheeks, the smell of his scent, the feeling of his hands gliding along your skin as he flushed his body against yours while you stood there - lost for words.

"I know we're young, but I'm in love with you... We live in such a crazy world, and if I can't make you mine now then I fear I never will. Ever since Harry, the night at the lake, Mr Stark, this... It made me realise that you only live once, and sometimes life is pretty short..." he swallowed, tears welling in his eyes, "I have lost so many people, Y/N, and I can't lose you too. These last couple of days have been so hard without you and I'm scared, I'm really, really fucking scared-"

"Yes," you interrupted him, "Peter Benjamin Parker, yes! Yes, yes!"

A flurry of breaths filled the air as he whisked you up in his arms, spinning you around on the spot feeling the flicker of your hair on his skin as the breeze caught the strands. This, this was it. This was your moment, together. Whatever happened now simply didn' matter, whatever went wrong you could get through it together. Shit happens, you get over it, but sometimes worlds collide and days get dark, but it didn't matter, because to him you were his sunshine.

His words didn't go unnoticed or unheard, you were scared too, and you couldn't imagine how Peter must have been feeling. After placing you down there was merely a small breath that you shared before your faces collided, lips meeting in the middle as you lunged towards each other for the savoured taste you had both been craving ever since the world turned on its axis. It was strange to comprehend the feeling that these would be the lips you kiss for the rest of your life, the body that was now yours to claim. Peter Parker was yours to keep.

Slowly you tilted away, hands on the cheeks that belonged to you, his on the side of your face that belonged to him and you stared at each other. You could see the moon and the stars in those eyes, maybe even the odd constellation or two, completely blinded by their beauty.

"Your parents would be so proud of you," you whispered softly, watching his lips tighten as he nodded in agreement, "I guess so... I'm sorry I didn't give you a proper proposal, I have a ring but it's upstairs, and to be honest, I couldn't wait" he smiled sheepishly.

"Ring or no ring, you popped the question and that's all I care about" you smiled breathlessly, still strung up in his embrace, "I get to spend the rest of my life with you, and you're stuck with me" you giggled, placing a soft, soft kiss on the tip of his nose.

"PARKER!"

The name echoed down the hallway as your heads spun in unison towards Tony standing at the bottom of the hallway, "what do you think you're doing?"

The scene was pretty simple, Peter was standing by you in the hallway looking like you always did, practically hanging off one another. Tony was looking at the pair of you like you'd performed a homicide.

"Nothing, Mr Stark?" Peter answered, loosening his grip on your body. You'd body slumped a little as it reached the floor again and you were able to regain your balance.

"You think you can just up and propose without my say?" Tony smirked, standing a little taller and loosening his stance as he wandered down the hallway towards the two of you. The tension lifted and you let go on the breath you forgot you were holding, "a little young though I must say, there really is no need for the rush"

"No, there is" Peter corrupted, "and I made a promise" Peter looked over at Tony with knowing eyes, something between them that you still hadn't caught onto.

"You were serious about that, huh?" Tony asked, "well, I guess I can't stop you"

"Stop what?" you asked, biting the inside of your lip as your head flicked between the two.

"Peter promised that as soon as you were better he'd move the two of you off the grid. To be quite frank it would be better for the two of you to lay low for a while, with the news about you're diagnosis spreading there isn't much we can do to keep you safe here"

"What do you mean, keep me safe?" you quizzed, swallowing.

"Well the symbiote isn't exactly human, Y/N, whatever it is that is inside of you, well everyone wants a piece" Tony sighed, "you being here is only a target"

"So, we're going away for a while" Peter turned, placing a hand around your side.

You nodded along with their conversation, unsure how to feel. Going under the radar would mean losing everyone, your brother, MJ... But you still had Peter, right? "For how long?"

"Until we can figure how to remove the symbiote," Tony sighed, "So a few months, maybe longer..." Peter jumped in. It was a lot to digest, you'd only ever seen things like these happen in the movies. But, you were tired of being a normal teenager anyway; sick of pondering on the past and wishing everything would just go back to the way it used to be, living life now was the only option you had, there was little you could do to change what had already happened.

After you were accompanied back to the medical room for some testing, Peter pulled Tony aside, waiting until you were out of sight before he turned to face the older male. "Did you do it?" Peter swallowed down the urge to throw hands, the dark cloud covering the innocence of his eye.

"Of course I didn't," Tony shook his head, almost disappointed that Peter would think such a thing, "we aren't sure what happened, we ran a few tests and we're recording some data when it just... Well it disappeared"

"Tony, a baby doesn't just disappear, are you crazy?"

"I wish I was, kid" Tony pushed back, "we don't know what happened to it, there were no data changes, no monitor changes it was like it was never even there" Tony sighed, unsure of what to do or say. It was a mishap or some kind of reversed miracle that was happening.

"Look don't let it eat at you, kid" Tony held Peter tightly by the shoulder, trying to keep him grounded, "we'll do some more testing, but I can't promise you anything..."

A few hours passed, you were sent back to the medical room for some testing before you were discharged back to your shared room with Peter. The week had been tough and you had been unconscious for the majority of it, still unaware of what exactly was going on around you. You'd managed to salvage some clothes from your room by a nurse, changing out of the hospital gown before departing upstairs. Peter was sitting on the bed as you opened the door, the windows wide open letting a gentle breeze flow in across the floor.

His head turned as the door closed, the latch clicking back into place. You smiled sheepishly, almost nervous as you wandered over to the bed. Peter turned around, legs crossed in the centre of your bed as he invited you into his touch, pecking your soft lips as you leaned closer into his embrace.

"I have something for you," he whispered, pushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You looked down between your bodies to Peter's hands, a velvet black box gently being cradled by his left. You smiled, heart pounding in your chest as you levelled yourself out, sitting on your legs across from him. His fingers were soft and gentle as they wrapped around your wrist, bringing it up to his as he popped open the black box. The ring was dazzling, beyond anything that could represent beauty, blinding even. Although it was small, it was everything you could have ever asked for.

As the silver slid across your ring finger, it really was like something from a movie. Your mind flashed back to the first day you met, the first time you spoke to each other, the first real laugh you shared. The first time you knew you were in love with your brothers best friend. The first time you kissed and it felt so right, the first time you let him touch you in all the places you'd dreamed he would. All those first times crowding your mind until the metal met the base.

"You're shaking," Peter chuckled breathlessly, pushing his fingers through the gaps of your own, "everything okay?"

"It's beautiful," you gasped, sucking in a breath your lungs had been pushing out.

It was hard to come to terms with the fact that there was a ring, sitting on your ring finger. All the memories through childhood with a plastic ring from cupcakes or party bags being sat in the very same place, wishing that one day someone would love you just as much as you loved them. The fact that there was someone in the world that was willing to sacrifice their love for you, someone you saw as more of a shadow than a person. The years that had passed of you looking in the mirror, wishing you were someone else because who could ever love you for the person you were? Becoming so many different people you weren't even sure who you were anymore... The real you was buried beneath so many different masks. Peter accepted the fact that you were a little broken, and he seemed to know every way to put you back together again. It seemed as though all those years of pain, all the tears of feeling so unloved weren't worth it. If only you knew back then what would be now, sitting on a duvet of the Stark industries tower, with the love of your life.

"I'm more than okay," you nodded, a salty tear sliding down your cheek before you wiped it away, peeking up to see that Peter had been staring at you.

"You're so beautiful..." Peter whispered, the palm of his hand cradling the side of your face that you leaned into softly, "... Y/N Parker, huh?"

"I like the sound of that," you smiled. You really did like the sound of that, too. His last-name replacing your own. "But... What happened earlier, in the hallway, was that..."

Peter's smile practically vanished in a matter of seconds, guilt suddenly filling your chest.

"It doesn't matter," he shook his head, swallowing down a tray of pain, reminding himself that maybe it just wasn't meant to be, "It was nothing, I was just... Happy to see you," he shrugged.

"Peter you were upset about something, and... I wanna know," your tone was soft and slow, edging closer to Peter trying to draw it out of him. You felt like there was something missing and it felt wrong like maybe you should know about it... But you didn't.

Peter nibbled on his lip harshly, a million thoughts crossing his mind. Would this change or affect your relationship? Would it upset you, confuse you? Would you want to try again?... Peter had barely thought about you in such ways since the symbiote, and he didn't want to because it was wrong... But he couldn't ignore the fact that maybe if he told you, he'd have a chance to do it the right way this time.

"It's complicated," Peter started, swallowing the lump in his throat, your attention-catching the way his hands tightened around your own, "the symbiote basically isn't even a bad thing, it sort of corrected everything that may or may not have been wrong with your body. Like, for example, say you were infertile... The symbiote would have corrected that." Peter shrugged, eyes darting around in his lap avoiding the look you were giving him.

"Oh..." in honesty you weren't sure what you were supposed to say, you knew exactly what he meant... But how did you comfort him on something like this? "I'm sorry"

"No, no this isn't your fault," Peter shook his head, looking up at you, "it was an accident and it's okay, we aren't ready for that anyway," she shrugged it off, but you could read Peter better than he thought you could. He wanted this, and now it was killing him on the inside. You saw the way he reacted in the hallway...

"Why... Why don't we try again?"

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So it's been fucking ages since I've updated and I'm not even sorry because I needed that break 😂

We're back to the good old ways in the next chapter 😉 stay tuuuuuuned ❤️

I also wanted to say a huge thank you to everyone who has been supporting me over these past few days! I honestly don't know how to thank you enough for everything you have given me! I love you so so so much! ❤️