chroniclesoftomholland

[chroniclesoftomholland]

One More Miracle - Peter Parker

summary: Inspired by the soulmate au in which whenever one physically feels something, the other will feel it too. In this case, Peter Parker should usually be the one who gets hurt, right? What will happen when his soulmate faces a life and death situation, and he’s on the other side feeling every bit of pain?

word count: 3094

notes: gif is not mine! however this is my first imagine and post so please bear with me! by the way, i’m thinking of turning this into a series, but i’m not so sure... let me know.

requested: no [requests open!]

warnings: some swearing, triggering themes, mentions of death, reader has a heart condition, MAJOR ANGST

You knew you two were soulmates since you were about six years old. A simple walk in the park led to the discovery when your body collided with a young Peter Parker, and was only confirmed when he fell to the floor and you felt a painful effect on your bottom.

 So obviously, you were the first to find out about his alter ego the moment you pieced together how often he “runs into poles” (his poor use of an excuse). Thankfully, he was more careful since then, knowing every hit has an effect on you as it does to him. Only difference was that, he knew that none of that would compare to your wrath for when you see him again. After all, he was your best friend.

You would treat his wounds whenever he would show up at your balcony after a fight, and sometimes he would even end up spending the night (not that it bothered your parents, they love Peter) only to disappear the next morning with a note saying how sorry he was that he left before you could even wake up. He made up for it, though, since he left coffee for you in the kitchen.

 It was a complicated relationship, sure, you hang out with them every chance you get, even with Michelle, but you ran with a different crowd that it was a wonder to everybody why you were friends with both him and Ned when you were one of the people at the top of the social hierarchy.

 That being said, you had undeniable feelings for him, and while you try to hide the (figuratively speaking) pain in your chest whenever he would do so as much as mention Liz Allen, it never went unnoticed by Michelle.

 “Just tell him,” she told you, “you’ll be doing the world a favor. And him.”

 The two of you were sprawled across your bed, working on homework for Creative Writing class: a short story about any topic of your choice. Naturally, you chose to write about heroes, both superheroes and modern-day ones. Given that your best friend was Spider-Man, himself, it was inevitable already.

 You sighed. “You say it like it’s that easy, MJ.”

 “He’s already your soulmate, Y/N. You already have the upper hand compared to others out there who are pining for someone they most probably won’t end up with.” Michelle didn’t gaze up from her notebook, sticking her bottom lip out of boredom. It was a habit of hers and you knew it, you just decided not to be fazed by it since you were bored too. The homework was nothing grand; you could do it under ten minutes if you wanted to anyways.

 “You’re wrong,” you said, “a soulmate isn’t someone you… it doesn’t necessarily mean that the two of you have to be romantic. It can be a close friend, a better half. You know what I mean.”

 “But what if one party falls for the other? Doesn’t that mean something?”

 “I don’t like him.”

 “Bullshit.” Michelle tossed her notebook and pen aside, sitting up and looking right at you. “You know, you’re lucky that this whole soulmate thing doesn’t include emotional feelings, otherwise Peter would’ve figured it out a long time ago. But, since he’s a headass, I’m pretty sure he would be sitting right in front of you, then you would be drooling over him and he still wouldn’t notice a thing. So don’t lie to me, Y/N.”

 Shaking your head, you sighed once again. You knew how you felt about him, you just won’t admit it to anyone, not even yourself for that matter.

 You felt something on your fingers, the feeling coming in a rhythmic motion. It soothed you to say the least, and you could only assume it was Peter tapping his pen or pencil, without a doubt working on homework too. The feeling was relaxing, and you found yourself closing your eyes.

 “Y/N.” Michelle called out. “Y/N!”

 You felt something on your head after that, and no, it wasn’t coming from Peter. Rather coming from Michelle throwing her pen and hitting your head. The tapping feeling stopped.

 “Ow!” You complained, holding the area where the contact had been made, glaring at the other female in the room afterwards. “What the hell was that for?”

 She shrugged, trying to hold back a laugh at your reaction.

 “Careful, too much emotion can kill you. I’m not even kidding.” You knew what she was talking about: your heart condition.

 You’ve had it since you were a baby, apparently your heart was weak and it was rendered a miracle that you hadn’t died when you were born, or even before that. And she was right; too much… anything apparently, could kill you in an instant.

 “I know that. You never have to remind me.” You said, however it sounded more like a mutter, and turned back to your homework.

 Meanwhile, on the other side of the street, Peter Parker paced back and forth in his small apartment room, his best friend, Ned Leeds, sitting on his bed with a laptop resting on his knees. No doubt looking for something to distract him from the Trigonometry homework in his possession as well. Peter had already finished with his, and was honestly trying to think of prompts to send to you regarding your homework. Not really, he knew how great you were at writing, he just wanted some reason to text you or talk to you.

 Sure enough, he did feel the hit on the head, and Ned looked over at him with worry evident on his features.

 “What’s up, dude?”

 “I think someone hit Y/N in the head with something.” He said calmly, almost as if it was nothing serious. The two of them looked at each other for a moment before they both had the same idea on their faces.

 “Michelle.” They said at the same time, laughing afterwards.

 “I swear,” Ned said, “those two have a friendship that I won’t even try to understand. Then again, we’re talking about Y/N here, so I guess our friendship with her is something that everyone questions.”

 Peter only nodded, fiddling with his pencil before deciding to mess with his own web-shooters out of boredom. Still pacing.

 Queens was quiet today, so his services weren’t needed as much as it usually did. The only downside was that meant that he would be spending hours on edge wondering about how on earth he was going to spend his leisure time. Maybe he could help Ned with his own homework, but then again, the guy could do it and watch Star Wars at the same time without having to rewind the movie over and over again so there was no use.

 Maybe he could call you up and ask how you were doing, but you were probably in your own little world working on your story like he would watch you do countless times before in the past with other things that interest you. Not to mention, Michelle was already with you, so you probably didn’t need him.

 “Have you seen Liz today?” He asked Ned. “Dude, she looks so pretty, I can’t even.”

 “So I’ve heard.” Ned absentmindedly replied, not entirely interested in the topic at the moment given the circumstances.

 “I mean sh— woah!” He cut himself off, staggering backwards and having to grip onto the nearest surface to steady himself while his other hand slowly went to place itself over his chest. Ned looked up, placing the laptop to the side before standing up from the bed and walking towards Peter.

 “Are you okay?”

 “Y-Yeah…” Peter said. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just that— holy shit!”

 He was breathing heavily now, gripping onto the surface so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. The pain was unbearable, almost as if he just got shot by a bullet. Only problem was, there was no gun on his side of the bond.

 “Oh no…” He muttered, scrambling to get his stuff and whatever else he could possibly need.

 “Peter, what is going on with you?!” Ned frantically asked, watching as his best friend went around the room grabbing whatever he could get his hands on, determined to do something for something Ned doesn’t know yet.

 “That’s the thing! Nothing is going on with me, Ned! It’s not me! Shit, this hurts!” Peter finally grabbed a sweater and went out the door, the other following pursuit before he finally understood what made Peter act this way. It wasn’t him who was hurting, it was you. Something was happening to you and they didn’t know what.

 It didn’t take long for them to reach your apartment, banging on the door until Michelle was the one who answered since your parents were out of town on a business trip. By the time they got there, however, the pain had doubled. It only made Peter worry more.

 “You feel it?” She asked Peter, who only nodded in response before she let them enter. The three of them bolted to the bedroom, only to find you buried in the covers of your bed with tear-stained cheeks, and some still in the process of falling. Your hand was clutching your chest where your heart was, and your eyes were closed.

 Your mouth was open, but no sound emitted from it, but they knew. Oh, they knew how you were screaming inside.

 “Oh, my God. Y/N!” Peter made way to the side of your bed, immediately opening the drawer to your bedside table where your medications were placed.

 “She already took them!” Michelle informed him, and he gripped the bedside table afterwards since there were moments wherein the pain was too much for him. “I called 911 and informed her parents too.”

 It never hurt that much before, never that unbearable. You thought you had gotten used to it already given how long you had to live with this, but apparently you were wrong when you told them that it was nothing to worry about.

 The medics came a few minutes afterwards, and by that time you were already shaking in your bed, desperately wanting everything to stop already. They took you, and brought you to the hospital where the nurses and doctors treated to you. All the while, you had already passed out, letting go of that little thread you were holding onto. You thought you were stronger than that, but you weren’t.

  “Y/N…”

 The voice came almost inaudibly, so it took you a moment before you heard it again. You felt someone holding your hand, squeezing it gently, as you slowly opened your eyes and slipped back into consciousness. Your warm Y/E/C eyes looked over the surroundings and landed on the only other person in the room.

 “…Peter?” He let out a relieved sigh, placing a soft kiss on your hand before he reached over with his free one to caress your cheek. There were a lot of emotions in his eyes that you didn’t know which was the dominant one. Was it the relief? The happiness? The… guilt?

 “I thought I lost you,” he muttered, “Y/N, I am so sorry… I should’ve been there for you sooner.”

 You only nodded in response, looking over the room as if looking for someone… well, two people, actually.

 “They went to get some food.” Sure enough, the door opened as soon as he said it, revealing Ned and Michelle with bags of chips and then some. Michelle was the first to notice you were awake, and Ned immediately gave you a bottle of water before heading out to get the nurse.

 “How are you feeling, sweetie?” Michelle asked, sitting down on the side of the bed. “Anything that hurts?”

 “None,” Peter answered for you, “I would feel it if there was.”

 “At least that’s one benefit of this whole soulmate thing.”

 “Hey, there are more benefits than that.”

 “Oh, yeah? Name one, Parker.”

 “There’s… Well, there’s…” He gave up, shrugging in defeat before turning back to you. You tried your best to flash him a soft smile, succeeding only by a slight.

 The nurse came a few minutes after that, followed by Ned. The three of them made room and waited patiently for the news, good or bad, coming from the only person in the room who could tell what was going to be the aftermath of all this.

 “Well, Ms. Y/L/N, it’s safe to say that you’re very lucky. That cardiac arrest was very severe, which is why it took us so long in the ICU. I’m not gonna beat around the bush, you honestly almost died because of it. So, I guess we can call this a miracle.”

 A miracle. Perhaps that was what your whole life revolved around nowadays. Numerous miracles. But sometimes miracles have consequences. You just had yet to know yours.

 Ned thanked the nurse as she went out of the room. In the moment, there was only silence, and there was only the sound of the machine monitoring your heartbeat. So far, nobody dared to talk.

 Michelle nudged Ned lightly with her elbow, gesturing with her head that they should give you two some space. The two of them exited the room, closing the door and leaving you two alone with each other.

 Peter didn’t mind, neither did you. He moved to sit on where the ghost of Michelle’s figure on the side of the bed once was, grabbing your hand and holding on as if you were going to disappear when he lets go.

 “I can’t believe I wasn’t there. I should be there. Hell, I should be by your side all the time from now on. Whether as Peter Parker or Spider-Man, I’ll be there. I won’t allow this to happen again.”

 “Please…” You finally spoke up. “Please just… don’t talk…”

 Your voice was hoarse, and truth be told, it pained your throat a bit. You didn’t know why, it just did.

 But he tried his best to fulfill your request, rubbing his free hand on your leg in a soothing manner though it only caused him pain (figuratively) to see you like this. He hated it so much. He hated that even though you were so near to him and within reach, he still couldn’t find a way to save you from something like this. You were the only person he can’t guarantee safety, how could he when your own body was being the cause of your own misery?

 “Let me help you.” He said after a few moments of silence, and you didn’t understand what he meant by that.

 “I know how bad it felt.” He started off, leaning forward to see if you were still crying. You weren’t. “And it kills me knowing that you’re going through this every time it happens and I would only find out and be there for you too late. So, please, let me take a chance on one more miracle… let me try and save you in whatever way I can.”

 “Peter,” you started, “you of all people should know that you can’t save me from myself. Especially when you know that this is something I’ve already accepted.”

 “I don’t care if you’ve accepted it, Y/N, because I haven’t. I won’t just sit there and watch as your life slowly flashes before my eyes. You know why? Because I love you. And if you die, I’m never gonna be able to live with myself. If you die, there’s gonna be a part of me that dies too.”

 Because I love you. Because I love you. Because I love you.

 The words played in your head over and over again that it was already sounding like a broken record player.

 You furrowed your brows, tilting your head slightly to the side. “You… what?”

 He smiled softly, leaning forward to place a palm to your cheek, staring into your eyes with such seriousness that if looks could kill, you would be buried six feet under already.

 “I don’t want to spend another day without seeing your face, even just for a second. I don’t want to spend my nights without sending you a goodnight text and then a goodmorning one in the morning so that it would be the first thing you see when you wake up. I want to be near you, I want to always have you in my arms. I don’t want to just depend on my wounds as a reason to visit you whenever I’m Spider-Man. I don’t want you away from me. Y/N Y/L/N, I am helplessly in love with you that I wish that you would feel how much my heart is beating so fast because of it. So, please, let me wish for one more miracle from God, and let me try and save you.”

 You didn’t even notice that tears were free falling down your cheeks until he wiped them away, and for the first time ever since you were brought to the hospital, you smiled. A genuine smile.

 “I love you too.” That was all it took before his lips touched yours. Finally, you felt complete. Like he was the missing puzzle piece that filled your whole being together. Perhaps that was the true meaning of this bond, a soulmate to complete you. He was yours. You were his. And the both of you knew that ever since you two were children.

 It just took you this long to realize what it actually meant.

 “Well, it’s about fucking time!” The sound of Michelle’s voice echoed through the room from her position by the door, causing you two to pull away from each other before looking at them with a laugh.

 “Guess you owe me twenty bucks, Leeds.” She added onto that, earning a groan from Ned before handing her what was due.

 “Damn you, Peter. You couldn’t even wait until a few more minutes before kissing her? How could you let me down like that?”

 You two laughed again, and when you turned, you saw Peter looking at you as if you were his whole world. And you knew you were looking at him the same way, if not more. He was more than your best friend, he was your soulmate, now technically your boyfriend. And you wouldn’t have it any other way with him.

  Oh, and that Creative Writing homework? You stuck to your idea of writing about heroes, but you didn’t base it on Spider-Man.

 You based it on Peter Parker.