Requested by MyMischiefIsManaged: Peter snaps at Y/N and yells at her, causing her to get scared, upset and not talk to him for a while.

*Please note that this imagine contains themes of abuse, so please be wary of that when reading, and if anyone ever needs to talk, I'm here. Thank you and enjoy :)*

I knocked on Peter's door and played with my fingers as I waited for a response. It opened, making my eyes widen slightly as Peter just slumped away from the door as soon as it opened.

"Hey, babe..." I spoke slowly as I walked into his apartment.

"Hmm." he just mumbled in response. My eyebrows furrowed, something clearly wrong with my boyfriend as I put my stuff down and looked at him. He was still in his Spiderman suit, though the torn material and his bloodied face told me that it'd been a long patrol for him.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Do I look okay, Y/N?" he scoffed, making my eyes widen slightly at his tone as he slumped down onto the sofa.

"Pete, I'm only trying to be a good girlfriend. What happened to leave you looking like this?" I pushed.

"I don't want to talk about it." he grumbled. I sighed and sat next to him as I reached for his hand.

"Come on, Pete-."

"I said, I don't want to fucking talk about it." he snapped, looking at me with anger in his eyes as he harshly pulled his hand out of mine. My eyes widened at his response. What the fuck had happened on his patrol?

"Why are you being like this, Peter? I'm only trying to be nice." I gulped.

"You're not fucking being nice, Y/N, you're pushing when I've told you to stop." he spat as he stood up and headed into the kitchen. I choked, tears starting to prick my eyes as I followed after him. This was all too familiar territory, and I didn't like it.

"I-I didn't mean to push, but you're clearly not very happy, I thought that talking about it would help-."

"NOTHING THAT YOU EVER DO HELPS, Y/N!" He yelled at the top of his lungs as he whipped around to look at me. I bit my lip, tears starting to roll down my face.

"I've had the day from fucking hell, I wanted to cancel our date but I felt bad, so I didn't say anything. But then you've come here, you've pushed and pushed and fucking pushed when it's clear that I don't want to talk about it! Enough already!" he continued to shout as he raised his arms in exacerbation. I flinched as he raised his arms, his eyes widening as he saw my reaction. I gulped and looked down as I felt Peter's eyes burning a hole into my head.

"Y/N... you didn't think that I was about to hit you, did you?" he mumbled. I bit my lip, my heart pounding out of fear too loudly for me to look back at my boyfriend.

"I'm sorry for being so annoying. I'll leave you alone." I choked as I rushed back into the living room and grabbed my stuff.

"Y/N, wait, I'm sorry!" I ignored Peter's shouts as I rushed out of his door.

Peter's P.O.V

"I've had the day from fucking hell, I wanted to cancel our date but I felt bad, so I didn't say anything. But then you've come here, you've pushed and pushed and fucking pushed when it's clear that I don't want to talk about it! Enough already!"Peter continued to shout as he raised his arms in exacerbation. He knew that he shouldn't have been yelling at Y/N, especially given that none of this was her fault. But he couldn't help himself, he was just so angry. Y/N flinched as he raised his arms, his eyes widening as he saw her reaction. Oh, my god, she thought that I was going to hit her, he thought as tears pricked his eyes. The beautiful girl gulped and looked down as Peter's mind tried to comprehend what had just happened.

"Y/N... you didn't think that I was about to hit you, did you?" he mumbled, his heart twanging in pain at the thought that she'd honestly believed that he'd hit her. She bit her lip, her gaze glued to the floor.

"I'm sorry for being so annoying. I'll leave you alone." She choked as she rushed back into the living room. Peter's eyes widened.

"Y/N, wait, I'm sorry!" he shouted after her as he followed her out. He sighed, tears pricking his eyes as she rushed out of the door. He choked, the tears now freely running down his face as he sat on the sofa and buried his hands into his face. He hadn't meant to get so angry at Y/N, he'd just had an awful day at work and then an even worse patrol, so much so that it'd just built up over the day. He was disgusted with himself that he'd let it out on Y/N. He sighed and shook his head, the situation being made worse by the fact that she'd thought that he was about to hit her. Peter knew that Y/N had had a really bad time with one of her ex-boyfriends and so he'd promised never to make her feel like she was unsafe with him. He had just broken that promise, and he felt like utter shit for that. He sighed again, his red eyes looking at his phone screen as he unlocked it and pressed on Y/N's name. It went straight to voicemail, making Peter choke as it only did that when the person had declined the call.

"Hey, baby...I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me, it's just been the longest day. I know that that's not an excuse, though, so I'm so sorry. Please call me back, I need to know that you're okay. I love you." he choked, tears streaming down his face as he hung up the call.

It had been two weeks since Peter and Y/N had fought, and he'd heard absolutely fuck all from her since. Not that he could blame her, he had taken out his anger on her for no reason and had accidentally made her think that he was going to hit her. Of course he would never do that, but in the heat of the moment, but she obviously thought otherwise in the heat of the moment. Peter snapped back, a sigh leaving his lips as he walked along the street. He got his phone out and looked down at it as he clicked onto Y/N's number. He'd sent dozens of texts and had called as many times, all of his attempts to reach out failing. He sighed, figuring that trying once more wouldn't hurt as he clicked on Y/N's number and put the phone to his ear. It went to voicemail, just like it had done every time before.

"Hey, angel, it's me...again. Look, I can't say enough how sorry I am. I've spent the last two weeks feeling so shitty for what happened. But we need to talk. Please." he gulped, tears pricking his eyes as he looked down.

"If this is your way of breaking up with me for what happened, I get it. I wouldn't want to be with me either after how I acted. But I need to know. Please." he choked before hanging up. He sniffed, composing himself and wiping the tears away from his eyes as he got to the building that he was heading to before walking in.

Y/N's P.O.V

I lay on my sofa, tears running down my face as I hugged my pillow. Since my fight with Peter two weeks ago now, I'd done the bare minimum of what I needed to do. I'd barely slept, I'd barely eaten, I'd called in sick to work on most of the days. I knew that Peter felt absolutely awful about what had happened as I'd been reading his texts and listening to his voicemails. I wasn't even angry at him anymore, it was just the fact that him raising his hand had brought up a lot of very dangerous memories for me. Ones that I'd rather die than revisit. I knew that Peter would never actually hurt me, but I was struggling to get out of that headspace. I looked at my phone, my eyes wavering as another voicemail from him appeared. I sighed and grabbed my phone before clicking "play message" and holding the phone to my ear.

"Hey, angel, it's me...again. Look, I can't say enough how sorry I am. I've spent the last two weeks feeling so shitty for what happened. But we need to talk. Please." he spoke, making me bite my lip and try not to cry as I could hear the tears in his voice.

"If this is your way of breaking up with me for what happened, I get it. I wouldn't want to be with me either after how I acted. But I need to know. Please." he choked before hanging up. I returned the choke, tears now leaving my eyes as I looked at my phone. Did he really think that this was me breaking up with him? Had I ruined this by needing time away? I choked, burying my face into my pillow and attempting to muffle my sobs. Suddenly, there was a knock on my front door.

"For fucks sake." I groaned, not fancying having to answer the door in my state. But I knew that I had to. I got up begrudgingly and slumped to the door before looking through the peephole. My eyes widened, my breath hitching in my throat at who I saw. I sighed again and rested my head against the door before opening it. Peter gulped, his hands in his jacket pockets as he looked at me.

"Hey." he mumbled.

"What are you doing here, Pete?" I asked, exacerbation in my tone.

"Babe, what else was I supposed to do? You've been ignoring me completely for two weeks. If you're breaking up with me, I get it, but I at least need to be told that." he nodded, his eyes wavering. I sighed again before moving to the side, hinting for him to come in. He gave me a small smile as he walked in, me shutting the door behind him as we moved to the sofa.

"I'm not breaking up with you, Pete. I just needed some time to process what happened." I gulped as we sat down on the sofa.

"Yeah, we need to talk about it. I don't think that I've ever been more sorry about anything in my life." he chuckled slightly, making me give him a small smile.

"In all seriousness, though, I'm so sorry, babe. I'd had a really shitty day, but it was so fucked up for me to take it out on you. You did absolutely nothing wrong." he apologised.

"Thanks for apologising, Pete. I appreciate it." I nodded. He returned it, though his gaze stayed on me as his hand leant up and gently tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"Now, I think we need to talk about you flinching." he stated quietly. My eyes wavered, tears pricking my eyes as I looked down.

"Talk to me, sweetheart. You're okay." he reassured. I gulped and nodded as I forced myself to look back up at him.

"You know that my ex used to hit me. So, when you raised your arms, I just, I got sent right back there. I know that you'd never actually do that, but I couldn't help it. I didn't mean to flinch." I choked and shook my head, tears starting to leave my eyes.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, you're alright." he reassured as he gently pulled me onto his lap and into his arms. I sobbed into his shirt, his arms gently holding me as he rubbed his hand soothingly up and down my back.

"You're okay, angel. I have you." Peter mumbled sweet nothings into my ear as he played with my hair.

"I don't want to break up, Pete." I admitted into his shirt, making him look down at me.

"And we don't have to. It was a fight, nothing more. A fight that I'm so sorry for starting." he spoke. I shook my head and looked back up at him.

"It's okay. I love you. So much." I choked and shook my head.

"I love you too, babe." he returned, making me give him a small smile as he leant down and gently kissed me.