Too Late - Peter Parker

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Summary: Y/N gets a letter written by Peter 3 months late. In said letter, he pours his feelings out to Y/N, and Y/N decides she  feels the same way. So, instead of responding over text, she runs to him in the pouring rain.

Word Count: 1520

Warnings: Flash ruining EVERYTHING and being annoying.

A/N: Heavily inspired by Love, Rosie. It’s a good book and movie!! Anyway, this fic is a lil bit like Love Me Back. I don’t know if I like it, but here I am posting it. Please let me know what you thought and if you want a part 2. Excuse any errors, I never proofread.

You sipped your tea as the rain pounded against the windows. You loved to sit by your window and just watch the rain fall over Queens. You had 80s music playing in the background, and you found it to be very calm right now.

Then, your serenity was interrupted by a hard knock at the door. You sighed and got up to answer, assuming it was MJ forgetting her jacket or Peter coming over to help study. You opened the door, and to your surprise, it was Flash. You frowned, curious as to why he was here. You prayed he wasn’t going to ask you out again…

“Ummm, can I help you?” You said as he stood there in your apartment hallway.  

“Well…” Flash sighed. “Look okay, I shouldn’t have done this but…” His started speaking faster, and you could tell he was nervous. You couldn’t wait to tell Peter and Ned that THE Flash was nervous because of you… “I saw Penis Parker sneak an envelope in your binder. Now, something in an envelope is sketchy to put in my lady’s—”

“I’m not your lady.”

“—binder.” He continued. “So I took it out when he wasn’t looking.”

“What the hell?” Who just takes a letter like that? It was probably just some money he had to pay you back. Flash was creepily possessive of a girl he wasn’t dating, or wasn’t even close to dating.

“I never read it but I decided to give it back to you.” He held out a plain white envelope with Y/N written in Peter’s handwriting on it.

You snatched it away from him. “You’re a weirdo.” You said, glaring at him. “How long have you had this?”

“Three months.” Flash scoffed. “You don’t have to get so worked up about—”

You slammed the door in his face. How annoying…Asshole. You sat back down by your window, your tea slightly less hot now, thanks to Flash. You saw a Flash of lightning outside, and heard thunder a few seconds later. You thought for a few moments before ripping open the envelope that laid in your hands. It was odd of Peter to give you a letter instead of a text, and for a moment, you were terrified of what was inside.

You pushed those thoughts aside, and decided to open it. You pulled out a piece of paper covered in words, and you could see it was long. The font was about 9, it was so tiny… May hated when Peter used too much paper.

You took a breath in, braced yourself, and began reading.

Dear Y/N,

Look, don’t make fun of me for writing a letter. I know it’s nerdy, but I didn’t know how else to get this off my chest. I’m leaving for my decathlon this weekend, which is why I’m writing this letter now. Everything I’ve been thinking and feeling inside are overflowing from this pen. I’m leaving this letter so that you don’t feel pressured to give me an answer in a moment, so you have a lot of time before we each other again. I know you will need to take your time trying to decide the answer to what I’m about to say.

I know you, Y/N. You’re my best friend. I can see it in your eyes when you’re happy or sad, angry & mad… You can never lie to me, because your eyes betray you. I know you more than anyone in the world, maybe better than you know yourself. And I don’t want just any guy to date, because that isn’t what you deserve.

You deserve someone who loves you with his entire heart, and thinks about you every second of the day. Someone who constantly just wondering where you are, what you’re doing, who you’re with, and if your okay. You should be with someone who loves all of especially your flaws. You should be with someone who can make you laugh, and have fun with you and your nerdy movies and 80s music. Someone who should’ve taken a chance to be with you months ago insteading of being afraid to try.

But I’m not afraid anymore, Y/N, and I’m not afraid to try. I want to be with you and I want to be the person who gets to love you. I know it’s crazy and I know it’s a risk. But I love you more than the world, I love the little things you do, your laugh, your smile, the way you care for others…

I understand if you don’t feel the same way about me, and when I come back, we can act like this never happened. I never wrote this letter, and I never poured my heart out. I’d be okay with that, as long as you’re happy. We can still be best friends, and I’ll be okay with knowing that I tried. You don’t have to say anything if you don’t love me that way.

(However, if you do, please tell me.)

Love, Peter.

You blinked, still trying to process. You could feel how much emotion Peter had poured into the letter. You were left breathless, and just sat there with the rain pouring down outside. Peter loved you…

Peter, the boy you had written a secret admirer card for Valentine’s Day every year since seventh grade. Peter, the boy you had gone to the movies with so many times hoping it’d finally be a date. Peter, the boy who (unknowingly) broke your heart when asked another girl to the 8th grade dance. Peter, the boy who you had slowly fallen in love with. He loved you back.

“He loves me back.” You whispered to yourself. You leapt up from the lounger by the window, threw a coat on over your big Star Wars shirt, and slipped your rain boots on. You grabbed your keys, and you were out the door.

The sky was growing darker, and the rain was getting heavier as you ran to Peter’s apartment. You clutched the now-wet paper tightly in your hands. Your hair was soaked now, and your boots weren’t helping much with the rate of the rain was falling. You could feel your soggy socks each time your foot touched the ground.

You turned the corner of the sandwich shop, and the street lights light up the dark and empty road. Thunder roared over your head, and you continued to run as fast as you could. You were almost at Peter’s building now, and could feel your heart beating in your chest.

As you turned the corner, you saw a flash lightning, prompting you to run faster. You were almost there, and you still held the letter in your hand.

When you approached his building, you stood, trying to catch your breath again. You looked up, and you heart continued to beat in your chest. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach as you thought of what you’d say to him.

Peter, I just now got your letter and you have to understand that I couldn’t respond until now. I love you the way you love me, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that until now. I was afraid just like you were. I can’t stand here another second, tell me you still love me.

You stepped into his building, and sighed at the sight that the elevator was out of order. You ran up the stairs, and cursed that he lived three stories up. Once you reached his door, you softly knocked. You were out of breath.

Peter opened the door and stared at you with wide eyes as you caught your breath. “Sorry, so many stairs…”

“You’re soaking wet! Are you okay Y/N?” Peter said with a concerned look on his face.

“I-I’m fine, I just got to tell you…” You prepared to give him your speech that you thought of earlier. You were afraid, but knowing he was too made you feel better

“Peter hurry up I want to watch the movie! I wanna know if Han’s okay!” You heard someone yell from his apartment. It was a girl’s voice, too childish sounding to be May…

“Sorry.” He mumbled. “It’s Liz, we’re watching The Return of the Jedi. She’s never seen it.”

You felt like he stabbed you in the chest, and your mouth fell open. You felt the tears pool in your eyes, and you felt so stupid for believing for one second… The note fell out of your hand without you noticing. “I’m too late…” You murmured, and then took off down the hallway.

Peter was surprised, and was worried about you… You acted so strange. He picked up the soaked paper you dropped, and it ripped in his hands. He could only make out the smeared words “Love, Peter.” Instantly, he knew it was his letter. There were very few things he’d sign with love.

You were finally home an hour later, soaking wet from the sad rain outside. You sobbed with the rain, and you felt you had lost him. You had him for one second, and then you lost him. All because you were too late.

Part 2 can be found here