So for the next couple of weeks, I will be switching between Spider-Verse fics to my usual fics so everyone can read them and not have to completely avoid my book to avoid spoilers! Every Spider-Verse story will begin with a spoiler warning, so nothing will be ruined for you unless you completely ignore my warnings. 

Here is something angsty, fluffy, and simple <3

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The minute Peter left for work, you packed a bag up and left the apartment. 

As you called for a taxi outside, you realized that you had no where to go. 

You got in a taxi cab anyway, texting Aunt May and asking if you could crash at her place for just the night at least, until you could make sure you had enough money in your savings account for a plane ticket to where your parents lived. 

When you got to May's house, she met you at the front door. She wrapped her arms around you and you dropped your bag, pressing your hands to her back. You begun to break down in tears.

"What happened?" she asked. She pulled back, her hands on your hips. "Did you two fight?"

You nodded, pressing one of your hands to your mouth. 

"Oh, honey," she cooed, touching your cheek. "Come inside, okay? I have the guest room all set up and I've started a pot of tea. Let me get you out of the cold."

She wrapped an arm around you and picked up your bag to take you inside.

//

An empty cup of what was hot tea was cradled in your hands. You stared blankly at the Star Wars poster on the wall. It was ripped at the corner and faded in color. You remembered it from when you'd come over and hang out in Peter's room in high school. 

It broke your heart.

You put the empty mug on the desk and then crawled under the freshly washed covers that smelled like May's favorite dryer sheets. You turned to lay down on the bed, facing the other side of the wall - one with no posters to make you remember things. 

At ten fifteen, Peter was going to be off work and arriving home. 

Once the clock switched to ten seventeen, the phone was ringing in the living room. 

May picked it up, and you knew she was talking to Peter.

"Hi, Peter. Yes, I've seen her. Yes, she's okay. No, she hasn't left Queens. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Now Peter, sweetie... I don't know what's going on between you two, but you guys can work it out, right? Everyone goes through rough patches. I remember one time, your U- oh. Yes. Yes, you can come. Please don't fight here, not in my house at least. I love you, too. See you."

You closed your eyes. 

She walked up to the door, knocked, then opened it. "Peter is coming," she said sadly. "I'll be in my room to give you two privacy."

//

When there was a knock on the door, you got up and answered it. Peter was on the porch.

"Why did you leave me?" he asked. 

You were already crying, but hearing the broken words come out of the mouth of your husband made you completely fall apart. You dropped your head in your hands and lost it.

He stepped forward and barely touched you as he urged you inside and shut the door behind him. 

"I don't get it," he said. "That fight earlier... it was hardly even a fight. I mean, we've had worse ones..." He shook his head. "Please look at me, babe."

You did, and he wiped your tears away with his thumbs. "Peter, I can't keep doing this," you breathed.

"Don't say things like that," he said. "What are you talking about?"

You sniffled. "You don't need me anymore," you said. 

"What are you talking about?" he asked, genuine confusion on his face.

"Peter," you said, swallowing tightly, "look, I can see how many people here love you. You're doing great at work, you're doing great as Spider-Man... there are so many girls out there that beg for your attention like you're famous or something. I rarely get to see you, and when I do, it's just like - like you don't need me anymore. Like if I left, then it wouldn't matter."

"You're kidding me," he said. "___, please tell me that you're joking right now."

You shook your head, eyes squeezed tight. "I was so afraid you didn't need me anymore," you whispered.

He pulled you close, cradling the back of your head. "I do," he said. "I love you, ___. I need you. I'm nothing without you." He kissed the side of your head. "Come home. Come home to me."

You sniffed and nodded. "Okay," you whispered. "I'm so sorry, Peter."

"Don't scare me like that again," he pleaded. "It scared me to death, getting home and not seeing you there. I thought... I couldn't help but think of all the horrible things that could have happened..."

"I'm so sorry," you said again. 

"It's okay." He kissed you in the center of your forehead and looked down at you. "Let's go home."

Aunt May popped her head out of her bedroom. "Kids, it's snowing real bad outside right now. I think you'd better wait here until morning. I can get extra blankets out for you both."

You looked at Peter, eyebrows raised. "I guess we'll be having a sleepover here," you said.

"I guess so," he said. "Like the old days."

"Yeah," you said, smiling.

//

A few minutes later, you and Peter were holding one another on the small twin bed that Peter used to sleep in every night. Your back was against his chest and his arms were around you. You had your arms holding onto his, and you were completely warm and comfortable...

You were asleep in a matter of minutes.

Peter stayed there, holding onto you, brushing your hair with his fingers, eyes open. He looked down at you to make sure that you were asleep, then he whispered out into his room-

"So here's the thing, God... I know I complain a lot, and I know that You and me, we've got issues, but right now, just for tonight... thank you for her. Thank you."

He leaned down and kissed the top of your head. 

Then he said another thank you and fell asleep.