[ E P I G R A P H ]

Y/N has known about Peter's little secret since the beginning, when she found Peter dressed in the suit when she came to visit. She was sworn to secrecy, and soon learned why. If anyone were to know about Peter's secret identity, it could cost him his life. Y/N has tried desperately to get Peter to drop the mask and say goodbye to the suit, as she fears one day he might not come home. But Peter being the stubborn person he is, is reluctant to do so. Now, Y/N is having Peter make a decision.

[ E N J O Y ]

You were shaking a little as the plan ran through your head once again. Why did it have to come to this? Why wouldn't Peter just understand? You were sat waiting patiently on Peter's bed, waiting for him to come home. Of course he wasn't already here, he was out on patrol. Your hands were getting sweaty the longer he took to arrive, you messaged him over an hour ago and he said he'd only be ten minutes. Every time this happened you'd get more and more paranoid and it was turning you into a mess. You were loosing sleep at night just thinking about what could happen if Peter wasn't too careful.

Finally, the window opened making you loose your train of thought as your head whipped over to see Peter climbing through the window. His suit was covered in what looked like soot, and had patched holes in the material, his skin showing in places.

"Peter what the hell? I messaged you over an hour ago!" You whisper yelled, clenching your fists and you stood. Peter mimed a 'i'm sorry' before he pressed the small spider in the middle of his suit, the material deflating and it dropped to the floor. "I got... Caught up"

"Are those burn marks?!" You walked towards him quickly, examining him. His skin was bruised and in parts, certainly looked burned. He has a small cut on his face and a forming black eye. "Peter-"

"I know, Y/N. I know what your gonna say!"

"Then take my advice! Peter your gonna get yourself killed" your voice softened to a quite whisper, your throat becoming clagged with the forming tears in your eyes. Peter pulled you in for a hug against his bare chest. You rested your head on his shoulder, just thankful to have him hear with you now.

"I can't keep doing this, Pete" you sighed as you pulled away from him, Peter wiping your damp cheeks with his thumb. He slipped a shirt over his head before joining you on the bed. "Doing what?"

"Every time you put on that suit, I freak out. I mean, what if one day something actually does happen and you don't come home? I can't sleep at night! I can't loose you, not after-"

"I know... I know. But, like you said, what if something actually does happen and I'm not there to help? People could die-"

"Yes, Peter and you could be one of them!" You yelled, looking over at him. He looked a little shocked, his throat bobbing as he swallowed heavily.

"You need to choose, Peter. And as selfish as it sounds, you need to. It's me... Or the suit" You could hardly hold back tears as the words slipped out of your mouth. Peter didn't speak for a moment, before looking at the red and blue wonzie scrunched up on the floor.

"Unbelievable" You scoffed, getting up off the bed and walking to the door.

"Y/N wait, please don't" Peter grabbed your wrist tightly, trying to keep you there. You turned around to look at him.

"Until you're willing to put your friends first, i'm sorry Pete but i'm done" you sobbed, slipping your hand out of his wrist. "It's not just me, you know. Michelle and Ned have been panicking too. Or were you too blind to see that?"

You were being so harsh on him, but maybe if he realised he would stop the fighting. You needed a best friend, you needed Peter. And if he dies, you wouldn't know what to do with yourself.

Peter lowered his head in shame. Your heart.. Shattered.

"Look at me" you whispered. He didn't obey, so you lifted his chin gently to loom at you. His black eye was now darker than ever and the small cut on his cheek was dried and the blood had darkened.

"I love you. So, so much. You are everything to me, ok? Ev - er - ry - thing. So please, just-"

Your sentence was cut off as Peter slowly leaned in, his hand sliding to your back and pulling you closer as your lips connected. The emotions exploded inside you, so much you felt like you couldn't breathe. You pulled away slowly, looking at Peter head on.

"Give me at- least a week, to sort it out. I need you too, you know"