*WARNING: SPOILERS FOR INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE AHEAD*

okay, so I didn't see Spider-Verse for the second time today, but that's okay because I will hopefully be seeing it next week instead, when my little sisters are on Christmas break.

Nonetheless, I am not done talking about it.

Can someone here talk about the disintegration joke with me? Why hasn't someone said anything? DOC OCK ASKED PETER IF HE HAD EVER DISINTEGRATED AND SAID IT WAS THE MOST PAINFUL THING HE COULD IMAGINE AND I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT PETER DYING IN INFINITY WAR IT KILLED ME.

Okay, anyway. Here's part two - I love my baby Peter B. Parker <3

(why aren't there enough gifs of him though?)

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You only had today.

You never did get to say goodbye to your husband before he died. He was murdered and you were left without hearing so much as a final I love you. But now you had a chance to finally say goodbye.

You took Peter back to your apartment that you'd shared with your husband for the last four years of your life. When he walked in, he stopped, looking around in a circle.

"When I lost you," he said, "I sold every single thing we'd owned together. I got out of this apartment as fast as I could and I never looked back. I didn't want to be somewhere... that you weren't."

You crossed your arms and leaned on the wall. "I thought about leaving," you said.

He nodded, then turned around to look at you. He reached out his hand and you stared at it, then took it.

You only had today.

//

Before the sun was threatened to set, you and Peter started to make dinner together. It was comfortable and normal, and you had turned on the radio to give some noise other than the bubbling of hot water on the stove top.

Peter sang along to songs softly and you kept stealing glances at him, grinning from ear to ear, and it was like he had never died. It was like the last week of your life had never happened. Because even though he looked different, this was still your Peter. And you were still his ___, even if you had told him that you weren't his and he wasn't yours.

He slid across the kitchen in his socks and put his hands on your waist.

You jumped a little, turning around slowly. He smiled and wrapped his arms around you.

You put your arms around his neck and let yourself breathe.

This was Peter.

The music was soft and slow, and he was starting to sway. For the next several songs, you both danced slowly. The same move, around and around in circles in the center of the kitchen. The sun was setting, the light soft and orange, and you put your hand on the back of his neck, bringing it down so that his forehead could touch yours. You closed your eyes.

"I don't want to go home," he whispered. "I feel like... this is the most at home I've felt in weeks."

"Peter," you breathed. "I don't want you to go, either." You pushed your lips together in a tight line. "But... but I know better than to keep you here. It's not good for you, you know that. We can be seriously effecting things. Plus, you're still Spider-Man, aren't you?"

He pulled away. "Uh... yeah," he said. He didn't want to tell you that after your death, he gave up being Spider-Man. He hadn't been there for the city since the day you died.

"Then I can't keep you from that." You touched your hands to both sides of his face. "You are going to find a way out of here, and then we will move on with our lives.

"But Peter Parker, you were the single greatest love of my life. I wanted nothing more than to be able to spend the rest of my life with you. But we didn't get that, and that... that is okay. Maybe not okay right now, but it will be okay. We have to believe that."

He shook his head. "Being your husband was the best thing I ever got to be. It was better than being Spider-Man. And this moment... getting to be with you again, this is the best thing that could ever come out of this."

You kissed his forehead.

"You need to go," you said. "Before I lose you here, too."

"Okay," he murmured. "I'll go."

"I'll love you forever," you said.

"I love you," he whispered.

//

The next day, you were out getting mail. As you stared at the pile of cards sent by Peter's friends and fans and the stacks of bills you'd be dealing with by yourself from now on, something caught the corner of your eye.

You turned your head and saw Peter.

Your eyes widened and you softly gasped. He walked over to you, pulled off his mask, and put his hands on your cheeks. He kissed you quickly, making your eyes shut and your breath hitch in your throat.

He didn't say anything. He was tearing up and you were trying not to cry and you knew he was leaving, you knew this was it-

And he pulled out a piece of paper that was folded up and pressed it into your palm. He kissed the top of your head, breathing in the scent of your hair, and then he left.

When you got back up to your apartment, you unfolded the paper.

___,

I am sure that some days, we will wonder if this one day was real. I hope this note can remind you that it was. If you ever miss the way things were, or if I ever miss the way things were for me, I'll think of this time. And I'll hold onto the thought that, even if I screwed up in my dimension, I got something right in yours.

I love you. I always will.

Peter B. Parker

You folded the note back into a small square. Walking to the framed photos you kept on the shelf by the window, you picked up the wedding photo of you and Peter. You tucked the note in the back of the frame and put in back in place.

Whenever you missed Peter, you would go back to that note.

And one day, maybe you would see him again.

Weirder things had happened, like your husband coming back from another dimension.

Nothing could surprise you anymore.

There was a knock on your door. You hurried to it, brushing a hand through your hair (that you hadn't properly brushed in a week, really) and unlocked the door.

When you opened it, you saw a teenage boy.

"May I help you?" you asked.

"Mrs. Parker? I'm Miles Morales," he said. "I'm Spider-Man. Peter's Aunt May sent me. She says we need your help."