In His Arms (Peter Parker x Reader)
Summary: she always liked being in his arms…
Authors note(s): I wrote this at 12AM forgive me pls.
Warning(s): angst, death, mentions of blood.
In His Arms
In his arms is where she felt safest. The comfort they provided, when sobs wracked her small frame as the yells and shouts from her parents grew louder and more threatening. He would pull her into his chest, pressing her ears against his heart so she could feel and hear it’s slow, yet calming pace.
He’d rock her back and forth, dusting her face with feather light kisses as he whispered sweet nothings to her. He made her forget the darkness that had consumed her, lead her out of the tunnel and show her the light. His scent would pull her out of the walking nightmare and the softness of his jersey would lull her into the confines of a deep slumber.
The strength that radiated from the toned yet muscular appendages would make her laugh as he tugged her into him. The avengers would share amused stares as he attempted to ward of the stray eyes of college boys that were glued to her bikini clad form. The touch of his arms against the bare skin of her curved waist made her shiver with delight as the pads of his fingers burned into her flesh.
Although the display of affection would put others off, she savoured the moment where she was close to him. He would gaze down at her with a pout as she laughed at his jealousy before those strong arms lifted her by the waist and dunked her into the cool abyss of the sea. The water, soothing the heat from where his arms once were. Even if she craved that sensation again, she knew that she’d find her way into his arms again before the daylights end.
But in his arms is not where she expected to die.
The look of fear that splayed across her features as she looked down at her wound was haunting, heartbreaking and horrific. Voices screamed into her ears, concern and fear filling her head making her dizzy, the air in her lungs was ripped from her body as she begun to shake involuntarily. And yet, she was calmed, the voice of the man, the boy she loved fanned over her as his face came into view. It was blurry, but she knew it was his, through her pain filled tears she could make out his defined and chiselled features ~ even if they were as fear stricken as hers.
His arms were cool in the metal suit as he pulled her softly into them. He knelt by her, holding up her torso as she pressed her palm into the wound. “Peter…” she whimpered “I’m sorry”
“(Y/N), hey hey” he whispered back trying hard to fight his tears, he gently rocked her back and forth in his arms. He wouldn’t show her that he was scared nor sad, he didn’t want to make things worse for her. He saw how the shrapnel was twisted into her gut and how the crimson liquid poured from her open wound. He didn’t want to show her that she wasn’t going to make it. “You’re alright, everything’s gonna be alright”
She knew that she wasn’t going to make it. There was too much to go by. She also knew that he was putting on a brave face for her. The small, sad smile she gave him caused him to pull her closer to his armoured chest. Blasts and yells from other superheroes sounded around them as tears rolled down her supple cheeks.
She blinked a few times as he continued to rock her back and forth, whispering about how she was going to make it. His right hand was clasped firmly with hers, as he pressed kisses to her dirty, bruised knuckles. She looked at the sky, its bloody, dark and ashy colour being all that she saw. Her earth, her home was being corrupted by Thanos and his minions.
She knew in her head that if she tried to hold on and if she kept Peter here, there would be so many more deaths. Whilst her body convulsed, she pulled her hand away from her wound and cupped Peter’s cheek. He cringed, not in disgust, but in pain, as he felt her hot sticky blood touch his face. He placed his left hand over hers as she let out puffs of air.
“I-I-I’m not a-afraid to” she paused as pain wracked her small frame “to die… Peter”
Salty streams rolled down his face as he gripped her tighter, shaking his head. She smiled softly. “Y-you don’t have to…to pretend”
He shook his head more violently, practically sobbing. “Don’t say that…”
“Do me p-proud Peter Parker” she sighed, looking back up at the clouds as dark spots invaded her vision. “I love you…”
The boy let out a scream of anger and pain as her body fell lip in his arms. He cradled her, begging for her to come back to life, to turn around and throw her arms around him. But alas… she didn’t.
In that moment, A thought plagued Peter’s mind.’How could she feel safe in his arms? when they couldn’t keep her safe at all’