Request: hii, could you write a fic with peter based on "a heart like yours" by Willamette Stone? (((I'm really sorry for my english, is not my first language))) 

A/N: Italics are flashbacks

A steady stream of beeping filled the air that was all too clean. The walls too white even in the dimmed light. It's cold and uncomfortable. The atmosphere is sullen and laced with the lingering feeling of death. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. This wasn't supposed to happen at all. Peter's hand gripped yours while his reddened eyes looked to you, a tube coming from your throat, your eyes closed and your chest moving a steady up and down motion with every breath.

"Peter?" May says as she walks in, leaving the door open. Peter looks to her but looks back to you. "You should go home. I'll stay." May whispers as she rests a hand on Peter's shoulder.

"No." Peter shakes his head with the simple response.

"You haven't been home in two days. You need to shower and get new clothes." May's voice remains calm and smooth as she rubs Peter's back.

"It's my fault. I can't leave." Peter mumbles, sleep etched in every word.

"If anything changes, I'll call, okay? Go home for an hour." May pleads and Peter looks up to her, his now oily curls falling flat across his forehead.

"Yeah." Peter looks back to you.

"You don't want to look this when they wake up." May nudges him and he nods.

"Yeah." Peter says again, completely monotone. His fingers tap the back of your hand as he lets go. His eyes linger on you as he stands up, his heart weighing heavy with the weight of the world. How is supposed to leave you?

"Peter, it's okay." May reassures him as her hands move to his arms to lead him away from your bed.

"Their parents aren't even here." Peter mumbles, his eyes still glued to you. "Doesn't matter how old you are or..." Peter's jaw clenches. "Whatever, I'm all they have here."

May nods and her brows furrow as her heart aches for her nephew. "I'll be here the entire time."

"Okay." Peter shakes his head, prying his eyes from you so he could leave.

It wasn't fair. It wasn't right. None of it. His reflexes are fast. His heightened senses are lifesavers. He always has web fluid but yet, you were laying in a coma in a hospital bed because none of the things worked how they were supposed to.

He was called the Hobgoblin. Peter had been fighting him but he'd went off, likely to heal and come up with a new plan to kill Peter which nearly worked. He popped up a few months later. Peter was out fighting him, late into the night but you were at work. You were just trying to get home after your shift but you ran right into their fight and Peter's senses caught onto you but not as quick as the Hobgoblin's eyesight. He pushed Peter out of the way and grabbed you while Peter tried to use a web catch you, it jammed. The tech jammed thanks to the damage it already sustained.

Peter chased as fast as he could, the taunts from Hobgoblin mixing with your screams, fueling him to keep going. But, that's when he reached the river and he gave off the worst laugh you or Peter had ever heard before saying a quick 'bye bye' and dropping you.

He knew that Peter would be distracted with you drowning in the freezing water but what he didn't know was that that would make Peter move quicker. He was able to get one of his webshooters to start working and webbed up the Hobgoblin after knocking him out cold. Peter couldn't jump in the river quick enough after. The suit helped warm him while he got you, you already unconscious from the freezing water, a large laceration on your forehead from the rocks. Peter held you close to him, hoping the heater from the suit would help warm you while he got you to the hospital.

It did. It did help but not quite enough. You were now in a coma thanks to below freezing waters and the injuries you sustained from hitting a few of the rocks. They weren't sure if you were going to wake up or not and when they told Peter, it nearly killed him right then and there.

Peter blames himself. He always walked you home but he should have had KAREN call you to tell you what was happening. He just didn't want to worry you but had you known, you would have been careful. You wouldn't have even walked by yourself, or maybe you would have called May to pick you up but that's what happened. He thought he would handle the Hobgoblin by himself and it'd be okay.

It was supposed to be okay.

He was supposed to protect you and he couldn't do it. He said it was going to happen but you insisted that it didn't matter because you loved him.

~~~~~

"Y-you're gonna get hurt one day and it's not right." Peter rambles as he takes the bloodied rag from hand.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You say that all the time but you're always the one getting hurt." You take the rag back with narrowed eyes and start dabbing the blood away from his forehead.

"You didn't sign up for this." Peter whispers, his forehead wrinkled with guilt.

You shrug and stop moving, dropping your hand. "So, we aren't dating when you're Spider-Man, just when you're Peter, like right now." You give him a cornered smile and the perfect brown haired boy chuckles.

"That's not what I meant."

"I know." You nod and go back to cleaning up his wound. "But I don't care."

"I-I-I-" Peter stammers, trying to get his words out. "I just don't want you hurt." The very thought of you getting hurt, especially because of him, is soul crushing.

"I won't. You're Spider-Man. This is your job. I didn't sign up for this, but I'm okay with it."

"Why?" Peter asks, curious eyes looking up to you.

"Because I love you." You say matter-of-factly.

"Y-you do?" Peter's jaw drops.

It's the first time you've said it. It's been true for a long time, maybe even since the day you met him but it never felt right to say it until now. You loved him. You loved every lame joke and science pun that left his mouth even if you didn't completely understand him. Peter laughed at his jokes and that was enough to get you laughing, not at him, but just because he was adorable and has the best laugh. You love the way his eyes shine and light up when he talks about his favorite films and video games, something cool that happened in one of his morning classes he shouldn't have been so wide awake for. You love Peter because he has the world's largest heart. Spider-Man or not, you loved him and it didn't matter that he might not come back one night and it didn't matter that you could get hurt because you loved Peter.

"Of course I do." You giggle as you feel heat rise to your cheeks.

"I love you, too." Peter beams with flushed cheeks and a lopsided smile.

"Dork." You roll your eyes but peck his lips before continuing to fix him up.

~~~~~

Peter looked in the mirror and there were blood stains where a cut hand been and a very faint blue tint was still accenting his cheek. This was nothing compared to you. He shook it off and got in the shower, trying to only think about the warm water running down his back.

He finished up and changed clothes. He swapped to a shirt you'd gotten him for his birthday. It was something you got customized just for him and he wore it once a week for the first four months after getting it.

Peter's a walking cliche. It's just another thing you really love about him but, with that, comes some very adorable moments and one of which being on your one year anniversary, Peter got a necklace made for you. It's a heart, a simple silver heart but instead of his initials engraved on it or his name or something like 'forever', it's engraved with Orion's Belt. When Peter gave it to you, he explained that it's one of his favorite constellations but, because he's Peter, he continued with saying he thinks you two might be written in stars in somewhere. You never took the necklace off. And, you loved it so much that you got him a shirt with your favorite constellation. You'd never seen Peter so starstruck and it just made you fall that much more in love with him.

The shirt always brought Peter happiness, until now. Now, it's just sad because your necklace is a bag with your clothes and you're hooked up to machines and tubes and monitors and it's his fault. But, he wears the shirt anyway because it reminds him of your happiness. It's a hope that if he wears it, maybe, it'll make the universe bring you back to him.

Peter left his apartment and grabbed a quick sandwich to eat on his way back to the hospital. His phone remained silent in his pocket. A bit of his heart dropped with the silence. If it went off, maybe that meant you'd woken up but nothing. It was silent.

When Peter reached the hospital, May was seated in the chair beside your bed reading a book. Her glasses hung a little low on her nose and she looked lost in the words printed on the white paper.

"Nothing new?" Peter asks.

"I'm sorry, Peter." May says, looking up to him as she sticks her finger in the book to close it.

"They're never gonna wake up." Peter's head hangs as his voice cracks.

"It's only been two days. Give it some time." May stands and brings her nephew in for a hug.

"I'm just-" Peter pulls away. "I'm just gonna sit." Peter wipes the few tears that had managed to slip while he goes back to the seat May was sitting in, taking your hand in his.

May watches Peter and she can't help but question what she's going to do. Your odds are not good. The doctors said it was fine to hope but, don't hope too much, not for now. Peter, Peter is hopeful. He'd devastated and crushed and broken but there's hope coursing through his veins with every passing second and every beat of your heart. May, she's not so hopeful. She has enough, but she also has enough doubt to know she's not going to even know what to tell Peter if you don't make it. Peter is hoping for the best while May is preparing for the worst.

The next day came and then it went. The day after came...and then it went. Soon a week passed and then another. Peter had nearly ditched his Spider-Man duties in order to sit by your bedside. The flowers in your room were dead. Peter's friends had already stopped trying to get a hold of him, all but one. Doctors' eyes no longer look at you with sorrow but they looked at Peter. They were sad for him because they accepted your fate and Peter hasn't. May was stuck trying to pry Peter from the hospital, all of it being useless.

That's when she called in her last resort. Tony Stark.

"Kid, it's hard but you need to get out of that damn room." Tony says, the two standing outside in the chilled air with the upcoming spring.

"I have to be there." Peter says, his voice now a near permanent monotone.

"What happened to you being the kid I knew a few years back? The one that said you had to use your powers to prevent those bad things? You think sitting in that hospital room is helping anyone? Including y/n."

Peter glares at his mentor. "What if it were Miss Potts? Or Happy?"

"It was." Tony says, his voice level despite Peter's challenging tone. "You have to get up and keep going."

Peter bit the inside of his cheek and his head hung, his neck aching from the constant position. "Queens is doing just fine without me." Peter shakes his head and goes to walk away but Tony stops him.

"You're killing yourself, kid."

"M-maybe," Peter shugs. "It was supposed to be me and they don't deserve it."

"That's not how it works." Tony shakes his head, a sigh escaping his lips. "They wouldn't want you wasting away at their bedside."

"Goodbye, Mr. Stark." Peter ignores Tony's words and leaves him outside, Peter walking back through the sliding door.

Peter gets to your hospital bed and takes his seat. He looks you over and you don't look any different besides the bruising that was on your arms and one that was on your face. They've since either healed or faded to nearly nothing. But, everything else looks as it did the first day you were admitted. You didn't look like yourself. You held this sadness with the tubes and monitors.

Peter sighs and leans his elbows beside you on the bed. They say talking is good. They don't know what happens when you're in a coma but they still say talking is good. That it might help. So, Peter talks. He's read you your favorite book and he plays your favorite music. He played the first song you danced to on repeat for an entire day. To say he cried a river would be an understatement. But, nothing. You remained the same.

"Y/n..." Peter starts, his voice barely a whisper. "You have to wake up. I-I-I don't know what I'm supposed to do without you which is really confusing because I didn't even know you four years ago but now..." He trails off as he can feel tears burning behind his eyes. He thought he'd cried all his tears out but apparently not. "I just, I can't do this without you. I'm a mess and you love me anyway and I don't know why and I don't know what I ever did to deserve you and now I really have to question everything and you need to wake up." A soft sob escapes Peter's mouth. "Please," Peter begs. "You have the best heart and you for some reason, chose me and I choose you so I need you to choose to wake up." Peter cries, holding your hand, pleading for you to wake up.

It wasn't always easy but he'd give anything to hear your voice yelling at him or lecturing him. Making fun of him for being so worried all the time. He just wanted to hear your voice again. Something but all he heard were those damn monitors he wanted to start smashing in. Peter was beginning to know the monitors better than your actual heartbeat and it infuriated him. All it did was remind of everything he did to not deserve you. Every fight you ever had. Hell, it reminded it of the fight that went for hours, but it was the one that made him realize he was so fucking in love with you, he'd knew it was gonna hurt when he lost you.

~~~~~

It's been hours. Both of your throats are completely raw from yelling. Peter's ears were red with anger and your mouth was pressed into a straight line. Your blood boiled and Peter's hands shook. You were so mad at him for lying all this time you were out of your damn mind to not up and walk out. There was something keeping you in his apartment and you weren't sure what it was. Peter, on the other hand, had every reason to tell you to walk out. But, he had every reason to beg you not to.

"You can't just expect me to be okay with this, Peter!" You screamed.

"I'm not asking you to be!" Peter yelled back.

"Why didn't you just tell me?"

"Oh yeah," Peter scoffed. "Hey, I'm Spider-Man, wanna grab a coffee? I don't know, y/n, why would I tell you?"

"I mean," Your eyes grew bigger as you clenched your jaw, not having Peter's smart remark. "Why didn't you tell me months ago? When I was asking about your cuts and bruises? Now, you're telling me because you were MIA? Real good boyfriend, you are."

"No!" Peter yells. "I'm not! I tried telling you that! But you didn't listen! I told you I'm not good at relationships! You said it was okay! Now, you know why!"

You took a deep breath. "You could have told me sooner."

"I can't take it back." Peter says, lowering his voice. "I-I can't. I'm sorry, okay? I am. I promise. I would never hurt you."

"I should leave." You say but it's almost a pout.

"I wouldn't blame you." Peter says. "But, I'd ask you to stay." He licks his lips and looks to the floor.

"Why?" You furrow your brows.

"Y-you...before you...just...I'm-I'm just me, ya know?" Peter's cheeks flush. "But, then I put on the mask, I'm Spider-Man and I'm someone. But, then there's you." He looks up to you and his heart starts beating hard against his ribs. "I-I feel, I feel like someone because of you. You don't deserve someone like me. I'm flakey and twitchy and it's dangerous but you've stuck around this long. You showed me..." Peter bites the inside of his cheek. "You showed me that I'm someone as Peter Parker."

"You've always been someone." You say quietly and every bit of you that was mad at him for keeping his alter ego a secret vanished. "You're always going to be someone to me."

"How can someone like you ever like someone like me?" Peter questions.

"You might be a terrible boyfriend, but because, you have a big heart. I'm mad at you." You sigh and walk up to him. "I'm gonna be mad but I'm not going anywhere." Peter's face perks up as you approach him. "But you have to tell me about Spider-Man because now I know and that is so awesome." You smirk and Peter lets out a laugh.

"You're, uh, you're amazing, ya know?" Peter snakes his arms around you as if you two weren't just arguing for the past two hours.

"Yeah, so I've heard." You give him a confident smile before pecking his lips. "All good?"

"Yeah, good." Peter sends you a soft smile before pulling you in for a deeper kiss.

~~~~~

Another week came and went. May has since been able to convince Peter to at least go out for an hour or two to try and get back into some type of routine. He had fallen too far behind in his college classes to catch up now and that was only making Peter worse. At least, if he could go out and help a kid find their parents and rescue a stray dog from getting hit by a car, he'd maybe feel like he had a purpose again. He needed something.

Peter was out and he was swinging between buildings. There were parts of him that felt alive again. He'd felt dead for a month and now, now his body was flying through the air in the suit he adored and the first smile in a month found its way onto his mouth. KAREN is in his ears and for the first time, Peter thinks he might be okay for a little bit. But, the weight of you in the hospital because of him still lingered in the back of his mind. So, when May called and told him to get to the hospital, his heart could have shot out of his chest while his breath caught in his throat.

He raced as fast as he could. May didn't give detail. All she said was to come and that was it. She hung up before Peter could ask anything. KAREN was in his ears, trying to calm him down but he couldn't hear her over the racing beat of his heart that sounded like a stampede of elephants.

He was so sure you were gone and that's why May didn't say anything. But, there was this little bit of hope, the little bit of him that will always stay optimistic, that you were okay. You had to be okay because you're you and you don't give up that easy. You're too stubborn, too stubborn to leave when he tells you he's a terrible boyfriend and you could get hurt.

You had to be okay.

Peter got to the hospital, quickly tossing his hoodie and sweatpants over his suit and his mask in the backpack he'd ditched in the alley. He nearly ran into your room, nurses and doctors telling him to slow down but him completely ignoring them. It was all like tunnel vision. Get to your room, apologize later. When he got to your room, his stampede of a heartbeat stopped.

"Y-you're..." Peter's breathing is heaved as he tries to get words out. "You're...awake." Peter smiles and you nod, looking back at him, a smile on your face and tears in the corner of your eyes.