Andrew!peter Parker X Reader (tasm Based)

𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 andrew!peter parker x reader (tasm based)

summary: best friends to lovers with our spidey <3 | fluff (tw; wounds, mentions of blood, mentions of food)

a/n: I didn’t get time to write cause it was christmas and I wanted to publish a fic because it was a christmas so yeah, that’s not a good combo. I did it tho! Merry christmas, love you!

Peter was not having a good time. He was tired from spiderman-ing all day long, and though doing assignments with you technically wasn’t a break, it still felt like the only thing he looked forwards to.

Which is why he was irritated when he saw a robbery happening in the apartment near yours. He could never let crime run its course — he always had to try and stop it, even at the expense of his own mental health. 

He took a look at his wrist-watch and promised himself that he’d make it quick. He knew you hated it when he showed up late. 

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So, you know, lately, I’ve been hearing this sound. Everywhere I go, like a tick, tick, tick… Like a time bomb in some cheesy B-movie or Saturday morning cartoon. The fuse has been lit. The clock counts down the seconds as the flame gets closer, and closer, and closer, until… all at once… BOOM!

tick, tick… BOOM! 2021 • dir. Lin-Manuel Miranda

SUCKER | Tim Drake X Male!Reader.

SUMMARY: It's not like you meant to get in trouble with Batman himself by hacking him and finding his identity, you were just bored.

Reader is trans!

A/N: Don't want to be that guy but if you liked this, it would be cool if you followed me/reblogged so it can reach more people! I'm new here so it would be great help. Requests are also open if anyone is interested. Not much x Tim on this one, its more like an origins story thingy. Check out part 2 tho.

PART TWO.

Okay, you had fucked up this time.

It's not like you even meant to do so, you had been working so hard the last year to get a decent laptop and it had gotten broken in ten seconds by a stupid virus.

Well, maybe you were at fault for successfully hacking into Batman's super-secure system and revising a lot of his ultra-secret archives, but how would you have known he would send a virus your way the minute he found you out?

Just the thought of going back to making greasy pizzas and only eating that for a whole year made you gag… And it's not like you could go to Batman and make him buy you a new computer, even if now you knew who he was. That would just mean he had the chance to put you in prison, or worse, tell your guardians.

Luckily, he could not track you down. You had created your security and were using Gotham Public Library's internet. Even if they came for you, you'd be long gone. Or so you thought.

One of the librarians, probably the last one on shift, let you know she was closing soon. You left the place with a useless computer packed in your messenger bag.

Fixing this was gonna take a while.

Walking alone at night in Gotham normally was pretty scary for people who lived in the city and knew how dangerous it was, you had never been worried about it though; no one back at home cared if you came back, and it's not like you were interesting enough to be part of a crime. Plus, Batman and company were out there to protect you and everyone else.

Right after rounding the corner, just a few blocks from home, you felt a slight pinch in your arm. Something like a needle, you figured, and if you were right you wouldn't like what was next.

Not like you had time to figure that out because you immediately blacked out.

You woke up still a bit dizzy, all you could tell was that you were sitting. Your first instinct was to rub your eyes to wake up but once you tried, your hands were not able to reach your face, something was holding them down. your second reaction was to fully wake up and panic, making you completely aware of your surroundings.

The place looked like a standard interrogation room, or at least from what you have seen in movies. You couldn't move your hands because you were cuffed on a table, there was an empty chair in front of it but no two-way mirrors anywhere. However, there was a camera hanging by the ceiling in a corner.

"This is stupid," you looked directly at the camera, talking to whoever was watching you. "If you wanted money, you got the wrong kid. Dude, I'm a foster kid and we’re poor."

There was no answer.

"You're fucking dumb," you laughed, hoping some teasing would bring whoever was keeping you to the room and get you an explanation on what was happening. "You really tried so hard and you got the wrong fucking person. Honestly, I would be embarrassed."

A door opened behind you, making you smile and shake at the same time. The person walked slowly and silently to the empty chair, it was all probably for the drama of it. Then you saw him.

It was the fucking Red Robin.

"What the hell? Have you gone rogue or some shit?" you were confused, he was supposed to be one of the good guys who never held people captive unless they did something bad, was he not?

He ignored your question.

"How did you hack into our computers?"

Oh, that made more sense now. Of course, even if you were smart, they had much more resources than you, and finding you wouldn't be as hard as you thought.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," you lied. Maybe acting stupid would save you from this one, at least you hoped so.

"I tracked you. I know what you've seen and what you know. But I have nothing on you, who do you work for?"

"Lenny's pizza, it's on Belmont Street," you answered honestly. "Though I wouldn't recommend their stuff, Pizza is too greasy and they're really stingy with the pepperoni. Cheese is not great quality either."

"Do you think you're funny?" he ran his hands through his hair, clearly frustrated.

"Well, sometimes I make pretty good jokes. I'm not good under pressure though, maybe if you uncuff me I'll tell you a pretty good one."

"Who do you work for?" he growled, getting up from the seat.

He started walking around, you couldn't decipher if it was because he was nervous himself or to make you nervous. You had seen Red Robin in action before, though. He was smart, it was all probably an act to get you to talk.

"Brooo," you complained. "I already told you, I work at Lenny's."

"Then you sold the information."

"I would be out of this damn city if that was the case, birdy." You laughed at his accusation.

"I'll call Batman if you don't tell me what you've done."

You were a big Batman fan, you liked his work and were grateful for it but who really does want to be on the enemy end of his work? not you, he was pretty scary after all.

"Fine!" you huffed. "I did hack into your system and confirmed your identities. Not like it was a surprise to me, to be honest, I had my suspicions."

He looked at you, his eyes asking you to go on.

"Well, first of all, you have got to be damn rich to have all the equipment Batman has and I asked myself, Who in Gotham has the mo-"

His fist loudly hit the table and you rolled your eyes, his intimidation tactics were not working. Maybe it was because you were already nervous, you just were great at pretending nothing was happening. not like he needed to know all that.

"Just tell me what I want to know."

"Ugh, you're boring" you grunted, he didn't care. "I was bored and wanted to test my skills."

"That can't be just it."

You started to explain.

"Well, I wanted to see if I was smart enough to take a complex security system. When I thought which one would be the hardest inside of Gotham– and not the world," you interrupted yourself, excited. "Because hello? I'm still a teenager, I'll have time to take on the whole world and maybe even the universe later. What I mean to say is, you won that complexity award inside my mind and I had fun with it."

He left the room with no words, leaving you confused.

Hours later he came back, the sound the rusty door made when opened made you cringe. This time Red Robin, who you knew the name was Timothy, sat carefully on the chair and kept looking behind, like waiting for something. He didn't talk."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" you were quick to anger. It was all so stupid, this guy had kept you for a few hours in there for no reason and now he was silent and looking at what you assumed was nothing. You wanted to go back to your house, eat something and take a nap.

"You have two options," a distorted voice spoke from behind. You had never heard it but you immediately knew who it belonged to.

"Dude? You said you wouldn't bring the big scary bird in here," you squealed. "Fucking shit, you're an absolute liar. If I wasn't cuffed to this damn table I would–"

"You work for me," the voice interrupted once again, still standing behind you. "Or I'll send you to prison."

"I'll tell everyone in prison Bruce Wayne is Batman if you do that shit."

"Will they believe you?" Tim asked with a smirk.

"Fuck you, Timothy. You have the dumbest name I have ever heard and your hair is ugly.”

Batman didn't seem to care about your comments, but you could see Red Robin’s face, he was squinting and you could tell how hard he was trying not to snap at you and look uninterested and professional in front of the big guy. It was a bit funny.

“Okay,” you accepted the offer, they had you cornered. At least you had something new to do in your free time.

Tim took some keys out of his utility belt, uncuffing you with them while you unsuccessfully tried to cover your laughs with a cough. Something about utility belt keys was just so dumb, you noted in your mind to tease Tim about it later. Once you were able to get up you looked back at Batman, who was still waiting at the door. He was even scarier up close.

“Don't try anything funny,” the teen warned you.

“Why the fuck would I do that? You fight criminals as a hobby, dude.”

“Don’t call me dude, that’s not my name.”

“Whatever,” you dismissed him. “I'm just good with computers, I have no idea how to fight and I'm shitting myself by just looking at Batman right now.”

They lead you outside, where you had a ride on the batmobile to Wayne Manor and ultimately the Batcave. Tim was in charge of telling you everything about their computer systems and Bruce introduced you to the rest of their family.

Everyone was excited to meet you, some were a bit suspicious but you couldn't blame them. Jason became one of your favorite persons the moment you met him, both bonding over sarcasm and teasing Tim. Damian wasn't interested in you at all and Duke was shy but welcoming. Dick and Steph offered to be your ‘bat tour guides’ and Cass tagged along to keep an eye on you.

Now you not only had something new to do in your free time but also a whole bunch of new friends.

andrew garfield showed up and was really like ‘i can’t explicitly say peter parker’s bi but i’m gonna do my best to say it while not saying it and also here’s a peace sign’ and im in love with him

Can I request sth more fluffy? Middle of the night cuddle with my boi Tim and fem!reader (*^*). You wrote some good spice now can I ask for some sugar?

Christmas party

Tim drake x reader

Christmas series 1

It was a cold still night in Gotham. One where the moon was visible and the air was crisp. You snuggled under your blankets on your with your heaters on high but you had a bone chill that wouldn’t disappear easily. You shivered and wished Tim was there.

He had patrol. The city never slept and this was a prime night for crime. It was a perfect night. Or a Gotham perfect night anyways. He had given you a quick kiss and literally jumped off your fire escape. Your scream was caught in your throat as you watched him rappel away. It never got easier to watch. It didn’t help you sleep either.

Your eyes finally started to get tired and your comfort watch-a-hundred-times Netflix show wasn’t holding your attention anymore and you fell asleep. The street below was surprisingly quiet even.

You woke to the sounds of something or someone outside your window. You couldn’t see out because of the closed curtains. You quickly looked at your clock. It was only 2 AM. He was usually out until 4. You reached for the bat you kept by the bed and quietly stood up as the window opened. Your heart beat quickly and you clenched the bat. Tim had been very certain that you should swing on sight of an intruder. Use the element of surprise.

Legs slid into your apartment and you swung. Hard. A soft “oof” sounded and they grabbed your bat.

“Sunshine, it’s me! It’s Tim,” he whispered loudly. You relaxed. “Good hit though.” Groan.

“Sorry Timmy! Are you okay?” You asked turning on a lamp. He stood in his suit, his cowl still on. He pulled it off.

“I’m fine. I’m just glad you protected yourself,” Tim said pulling off his suit. He put it in the hamper and came up to you. He gave you a little kiss. You moved to hold his hips and he hissed and pulled away. You pulled back.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just kinda got shot today,” Tim answered lightly and you gasped. “It didn’t go through the suit though. I’m fine. Just a bruise. Not even a bone bruise. I swear.”

You looked at him in the lamp light and there was a blue bruise forming on his hip. “Timmy, what happened?”

“I didn’t duck,” he joked and you blanched. “Just some drug dealers. Red Hood was there and he took care of it. That’s why I’ve got the night off. Not the bruise. Sorta the bruise,” Tim grimaced as he climbed in bed.

“Red Hood then shot out their kneecaps and said that he’d shoot any criminals on sight if they were out tonight. Said it was ‘fucking Christmas so go the fuck home.’ So B thought it was best to have the night off of Red Robin,” Tim said laying flat. Your eyebrows rose at that one. He tried to hide a tiny groan as he adjusted to be more comfortable. You laid beside him careful not to touch him.

“Does this hurt,” you asked, gently leaning against his arm. You’d rather full on cuddle but you didn’t want to hurt him. Tim moved and pulled you close to him from the waist up.

“I’m okay. Don’t worry about me. It’s late. Let’s get some sleep,” he said rubbing his thumb on your back. You rested your head on his chest.

“Yeah, but I’m definitely worried about you because you got shot. Please, be careful,” you pleaded. He had a hard time looking you in the eyes. Guilt over making you worrying was a bitch.

“Of course, always. I’ll at least have patrol off for a few days. Give me a kiss,” Tim said hopefully. You leaned over and kissed him delicately like he was breakable. He was so strong but still only a human.

“If anything happens to you, I’ll beat Batman up myself.”

“That’s the nicest and most ridiculous thing you’ve ever said. We’ll hang out tomorrow, before the Christmas party, okay Sunshine?” Tim said with his eyes already closed. He was severely sleep deprived and wasn’t going to be up much longer.

“Sure, Tim,” you whispered as his breathing evened in sleep.

——————————————

All morning, you both laid in bed and watched tv. Tim tried to get a little handsy but his hip was in more pain than he had anticipated and one touch by your hand had him almost jumping out of the bed in pain. It really was black and blue. But this was a rare moment to just cuddle with him and you weren’t missing it for the world. Tim was on the phone most of the afternoon.

The weather had changed from nice to sleet but the time you were getting ready for the party. You had changed and were finishing your look. Tim was throwing on a sweater and watch you had gotten him for his birthday. He pushed his hair back before it flopped right back in place.

“You’re beautiful,” he said suddenly like he was finally watching you. He meant it as a compliment but it came out almost like ‘who knew?’ You gave him an eyebrow. “You know what I mean. You look great tonight,” Tim said with some pink around his cheeks.

“Thanks,” you said giving him a kiss on the cheek. He groaned and wiped the lipstick off his pale skin. You smirked. He walked over to the coat rake with just the slightest stiffness to his walk to show how bruises up he was.

“Are you ready? Don’t forget your coat. It’s nasty out there. I think we might have to stay over at the manor tonight,” Tim said grimacing. “It’s okay right now but if it gets worse..”

“You sure?” You asked. You didn’t want to miss it but if the weather was awful you didn’t want to chance an accident.

“Yeah we’ll be fine. I can drive through just about any weather,” Tim said with a wink. You grabbed your coat and left.

Nude hose was a bad idea. It was frigid outside. You should have worn the fleece lined thick tights you had considered as you were shivering in Tim nice red sport coupe.

Wayne manor couldn’t come in view fast enough and you happily ran up the stairs and in the house from the parking garage. Tim chuckled and then grimaced when he tried to catch up.

“Careful on your bruise,” you reminded him. He nodded. The house was much warmer than outside. Alfred warmly invited you into the study. Bruce, and Duke were already hanging out. They were talking about movies and Tim jumped in. He didn’t get much free time but when he did, he was a huge nerd.

Damian and his friend? Girlfriend? Walked in and started playing chess.

Dinner was served in the dinning room. Alfred always made amazing food. A traditional mushroom soup. Apparently Bruce’s mother had it as a Christmas tradition and, while the boys barely touched theirs, Bruce happily enjoyed it.

You saw Jason and his date before he cleared his throat from your seat at the table. Alfred was so happy and quickly ushered them to their seat at the table. Tim held your hand as often as he could as the meal continued. His long fingers stroked the inside of your palm in a soothing way. Whether it was for you or him, you couldn’t tell.

Down at the other end of the table, Dick said something loudly and it took you a second to realize what was going on. He was proposing. Tim had a little smile as Dick stuttered his way through his words. That was new.

She looked at the box in shock. She wasn’t going to say no was she?!? You couldn’t handle the stress and you gripped Tim’s hand tightly. Dick literally pleaded for an answer and that broke the spell she seemed to be under and she said yes.

Kisses. Applause. Champagne.

Tim lightly squeezed your hand that you had relaxed and he smiled at you. You both were young enough that a proposal wasn’t an awkward thing to watch. You were seen as just too young. Dick and his new fiancé retired for the night and the party was moved to the parlor.

You sat on a stool by the billiards table. Tim and Jason immediately began playing a game while you talked to his girlfriend and Cass.

“So if I win,” Jason said a full hour later. By this time, Damian’s girlfriend had fallen asleep on his shoulder and Bruce had announced the storm too bad to travel. “I get the penthouse.”

“Sure Jay. That’s Bruce’s. But I’m willing to gamble it,” Tim said throwing his hands up at the ridiculousness.

“I accept terms,” Bruce said. Both boys looked at him surprised. “Whoever wins gets the penthouse.”

Jason narrowed his eyes at Bruce and Tim gave you a wtf look but neither questioned the decision. Jason played seriously. He was a natural. His rough upbringing had him playing pool in many hazy bars as a kid as well as the occasional trip to a bar on the weekend he enjoyed regularly. Tim just didn’t have time to play games. Plus he had a nasty bruise on his hip. Jason won the game easily.

“So the penthouse is mine?” Jason asked. Bruce nodded and shrugged. Tim softly coughed in his hand.

“If you’ll live in it,” Bruce said. Damian was carefully carrying his girlfriend upstairs.

“Deal.”

“Deal.”

“I guess, deal?” Tim said confused. “Though you should owe me. You’re the one that got me shot.”

“What?! You got him shot?” You asked loudly. Tim blanched.

“Not my fault,” Jason defended.

“Literally your fault,” Tim countered.

“What did you do?” Jason’s girlfriend asked looking at him suspiciously. He offered her a sheepish smile.

“I might have said ‘what are you gonna do, shoot us?’ I meant me. Not Tim! He also has a bulletproof suit,” Jason said.

“That’s not in the report,” Bruce said slowly and both boys flinched.

“Good night everybody. Merry Christmas,” Jason said pulling his date from the room.

“We’ll talk tomorrow,” Bruce called down the hall. Everyone else took it as a cue that the party was over.

You moved upstairs to Tim’s old bedroom. A My Chemical Romance poster and Dragon Ball Z poster hung on the back of his door as the only personal items. You smirked at him when you saw it.

“I forgot that was there,” Tim groaned reaching for it. His pale skin was flush with embarrassment. You grabbed his arm.

“Leave it. It’s cute. It’s got personality,” you said with a laugh. He rolled his eyes.

“Yeah. A complete nerd,” he said looking away.

“And you think you’ve changed since? You wear Spider-Man boxers under your suit sometimes,” you whispered in his ear.

“How do you know that?”

“When I pull them off of you..” you winked.

“Speaking of, having a hot girlfriend isn’t exactly nerdy,” Tim said getting a little handsy.

“Are you trying to get laid in your childhood bedroom?” You asked fake scandalized. He pulled you closer.

“Maybe.”

“Very nerdy to try and get in my pants right now with anime posters on the wall, Timbers,” you said pulling him towards the bed and into a kiss before he could protest.

Lost and found | p.parker

Andrew!Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Peter had lost you. When he finds you again, he doesn't believe his eyes.

Warnings: reader's death at the beginning, angst, fluff at the end

Words: 1.7k

Requests: Okay request ask about No Way Home: Reader gets pulled into Tom’s Peter’s universe and in Andrew’s Peters world you died in stead of Gwen so maybe a like sweet cute reunion type of thing between Andrew’s Peter and reader?

and

hello it could be a request from andrew peter where the reader returns, despite being dead, as otto and goblin. and all angst and happy. because I read that emma stone was going to appear but due to the covid she couldn't.

A/N: this was painful to write tbh, but it has a happy ending if you ignore that they're gonna be separated again technically

Peter had dealt with a lot of loss in his life. First, his parents that he had lost way too early in his life. He had grown up without them, being raised by his aunt and uncle. When he was younger, he had often dreamed about how life could have been with his parents. He knew so little about them, when he thought about it. There were so many corner pieces but nothing connecting them. What flowers did his mother like? What was his father’s favourite movie?

He grew up to know these things about his aunt and uncle after all. May loved the flowers that smelled the most like a summer day would, his uncle preferred to watch action movies over simple dramas. Peter knew their favourite foods, their work schedules and most of all, he remembered his childhood so often. They had always tried their best to make Peter feel like everyone else even without completely replacing his parents. He was lucky to have someone care for him like that.

His world was shaken when his uncle died. Back then, he had been to young to understand the loss of his parents completely, to feel the emptiness to its full extend when it happened. Now he had lost his father figure again, leaving a gaping hole in his heart and so much rage. Perhaps he could have saved him somehow, perhaps he could have changed something.

When he thought that he had finally managed to deal with Uncle Ben’s death, he lost the next person. This time he couldn’t save them again. Whenever he closed his eyes, he saw your face, the remainder of a scream still on your lips, your hand reaching out for him to catch you but he never did. By the time his webs reached you, you had already hit the ground, your neck snapping right in front of him.

If he had to describe how he had felt in that moment, he wouldn’t be able to do it. His world had just completely fallen apart in that moment. His body had not felt like his own anymore, his legs had given in as soon as he reached the ground. Your lifeless body, laying there like a shattered flower in the middle of so much destruction. “No, no…” he mumbled, his voice sounding so far away. The tears ran down his cheeks and they seemed to burn on his skin. He felt like he couldn’t breathe anymore, like his heart would stop any moment.

You looked almost peaceful even when there was a storm raging inside Peter. He picked your head up gently, his fingers brushing through your hair one more time as he pressed his forehead to yours, his tears falling onto your face. How many times was he able to hold you like that, with your chest moving against his own, your laughter against his ear. But everything was silent now. He could probably hear a hairpin drop. He felt nothing but that numbing pain.

He knew that he should have been more careful. He should have prevented all of this from happening. He would give his own life so that he could hear you laugh one more time. He would give everything so his fingers would forget the feeling of your cold skin against them, the missing heartbeat, the laughter that echoed in his head as the most painful memory that he could not store away yet.

Loss was a constant in Peter Parker’s life, one that he could not get rid of, no matter how many lives he saved, how many bad people he stopped. He would never be able to get back what he had lost, not now and never in the future.

One day, when he was just on the way back from the grocery store, taking a shortcut over the roofs, everything changed. The world around him simply did. Buildings were taller, others smaller and some signs changed their meaning. He was not in the New York he knew as his home and that terrified him. It took him some time to figure out that he was probably in another version of this city. Peter had no clue how he had gotten here though. Did he drink something? Did something bite him again, but this time it would be much worse?

To be fair, the last few months had just been filled with grief for him. Just when he started to get better, he was focusing on fighting crime again, so the last thing he wanted now, just as he got back into his routine, was to land somewhere else, some place he didn’t know. And then he wasn’t able to figure out how he had gotten here in the first place.

Things started to happy pretty fast as he wandered around the city. He stepped through some sort of portal, following two voices he didn’t recognise. He found another Peter Parker which confused him even more. How many versions of him were there? Why did he meet one now, in this strange other version of New York?

And then he met another one, found out about the fact that he was not the only one from his New York that had found their way into this universe.

It was not until he arrived in the youngest Peter’s high school that worst thing happened. Peter was brooding over a few ingredients he had just mixed together when the two large doors to the school lab flew open.

And standing there, looking at everyone in the room, were you. The bottle he was holding fell to the ground, the glass shattering, the liquid spilling over the entire floor. Something seemed to wrap so tightly around his throat, robbing him of the ability to speak or to make a sound. He blinked a few times, aware of all the confused looks he was getting, but he was not able to believe his eyes. How could you stand there? Just a few metres away from him when he had clearly seen you die, back in that tower. When he had seen your dead body, cold and motionless, when you were such a painful memory in his head, when your death had forced him into his knees. When you had died and he had lost all the happiness in his life.

You stared at him, eyes wide open, and he could tell that you were trying to put so many pieces together as well. How did you end up here? How were you still alive? Nothing made sense anymore.

Peter had to force himself out of his chair, his legs feeling like jelly. He was not sure if they could even carry him far enough.

Then he stood before you, his eyes filled with so much pain. It was your turn to ask yourself what had happened that made him so sad. Peter was always a force to be around, happy, lighting up the entire room for you. The guy that stood in front of you seemed like he had seen too many horrible things.

“Peter,” you whispered. Did he even hear it?

What were the odds that you had landed in this strange place with your boyfriend?

“You…” He wasn’t able to say more. Before you could reach out, he was on his knees, his arms wrapping around your legs as he held you so tightly. “Peter,” you said again, confused, surprised – puzzled, most of all. What was happening? Why did this happen? What had happened to him?

“Peter, what happened? Do you know where we are?” you asked, hoping for an answer, but you knew you wouldn’t get one. Your boyfriend started sobbing, his hold around your legs getting tighter. Reluctantly, still not sure what was happening, you wrapped your arms around him as well, your heart aching at the sound of him crying. You wanted to comfort him – you needed to comfort him.

“I saw you die, Y/N, I saw you die.”

For a moment, you couldn’t even register his words. It took you a few breaths, it took you a moment to close your eyes, before you understood what he was trying to say. You had died, but at the moment, you were pretty sure that you weren’t dead.

“I saw you fall, I held your body,” Peter continued, his voice reflecting all the grief he had felt.

Maybe you had been right with your first assumption. This was another universe, where all things happened differently. What if this wasn’t the Peter you were with in your world, but another one that came from a place where you had died in front of him?

The thought terrified you. It left you with a cold sensation in your entire body. How did you die?

“I’m alive, I’m very alive right now, Peter,” you assured him. He needed that, you knew it. This was not the right moment to talk about your theory of what had happened, to ask Peter what he thought about it or where he came from. It was not the moment to ask any questions, because you knew that he was still the Peter you knew and you had just come back to him somehow, after he had originally lost you.

You sank to your knees as well, the cold tiles adding to the freezing sensation in your body, but you didn’t mind. Not when you were able to take Peter’s face into your hands, feeling the stubble under your fingers, something your Peter had just newly acquired.

His forehead leant against yours, the tears leaving his face wet. Just like on that fatal day, he was holding you again, forehead against yours, but this time, he could feel your breath against him again. He could feel your chest rise and lower against his own, he could hear the heart beating in your chest.

Maybe all of this wasn’t quite right and a lucky coincidence, but he could not let you go.

Maybe he would never let you go again. The tears kept coming and coming, but he did not feel the numbness anymore. He felt relieved, alive, more than he did in the last few months, because you were in his arms again.

Because some version of him did not make the same mistakes.