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perpetuelledaydreaming · 1 year

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Cruel intentions | chapter twenty-one

summary: Peter wants to tell you something, Vision interrupts.

warnings: implied smut

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The first time you realized that you were really in love with Peter Parker was during breakfast at your place. He was trying to feed Morgan while you tried to make him eat his toast.

The sun was entering the kitchen just the right way to make his caramel eyes look amber. His laughter as he tried to feed Morgan who giggled uncontrollably each time he got the spoon near her mouth while you tried to make him eat the toasts that you’d made for him. Both of you knew that they were a little bit burned, he tried to be as nice as he could about it, bursting into laughter as he tried to avoid you feeding him. And then he took a big bite, your gazes glued together as he savored the burnt bread.

“It’s so good,” he lied as he gazed at you lovingly.

You knew that you loved him, you really loved him.

The first time you actually wanted to say it to him, not almost asleep after sex, was one night during patrol. Everything was quiet, there wasn’t too much going on so you stayed on one of Peter’s favorite rooftops. He’d bought some sandwiches from Delmar and brought them so you could have a small dinner. He didn’t take off the mask, just in case, he simply lifted it slightly as both of you sat on the edge and gazed at the busy streets of Queen’s.

“My parents loved New York,” he said suddenly.

You turned towards him with a slight smile. He’d told you about his parents, you’d asked him a few times about them. They must’ve been amazing, Peter talked about them as if they were saints. Not in the way, people forget the awful things someone did when they died. No, Peter talked about his parents in the most honest way possible and all he had to say were incredible things about them. How kind they were, how smart they were, how much they taught him in so little time.

Peter then took your hand and squeezed it slightly. You followed his hand and looked at it with a smile, a light blush appearing on your cheeks. “They would’ve loved you,” he breathed out.

Your heart stopped. Frowning just a little bit you looked up at Peter and watched him carefully as he continued to eat his sandwich in the most nonchalant way as if he wasn’t aware of the effect of his words. You opened your mouth for a moment, your mind going miles per hour as you stared at him. Your gut screamed that you needed to say it. You needed to tell him.

“I…”

Peter turned towards you with a smile as he waited for you. All of your skin felt like itching, your breathing became labored and sounds without any meaning escaped your mouth slightly, even a whimper.

You wanted to say it, you just couldn’t.

“I would’ve loved to meet them,” you finally decided.

Peter smiled.

The first time you’d realized that Peter wanted to say it was at training on a Saturday at the Compound. Peter liked to spend his weekends Upstate, at least during the day, so he could really make use of the huge lab he had there along with trying the new features of his suit. Even more, when Tony told him about the redesign he’d make to the gym, to adjust to some of Peter’s needs. Soon, you became a staple too on the Compound. It was still drenched in nostalgia for you, but as you walked around with Peter’s hand intertwined with yours, it didn’t feel as lonely anymore.

“What do you want for your birthday?” you asked Peter as you barely ducked a right hook and came at Peter with a front kick that he easily defended.

“Nothing,” Peter said as he softly threw an uppercut that you defended in a nice way. “I’m perfectly fine,”

You frowned. Not only because you wanted to give him the best present ever but also because you knew he was going easy on you.

Quickly, you raised your left leg and gave Peter a somehow playful but harsh quick on the ribs. Peter groaned softly at the punch as you waited for him.

“What was that for?” he complained as he held his ribs. As if whatever you’d done had actually hurt him, you smile playfully.

“Don’t go easy on me, Parker,” you said. “I’m serious, what do you want?”

Peter shook his head with a smile as he took a hold of your wrist and pulled you tight against his chest. It was around five in the afternoon, and the summer air of the night was always too much for some people, but not for Peter, he was always touching you.

“Nothing,” he assured you as he whispered in your ear. His breath made you shudder at the feeling of him pressing against you, while he held you extremely tight.

“You’re crushing me,” you mumbled, not exactly complaining but it was getting a little bit hard to breathe.

“Told me not to take it easy,” Peter tutted with a smirk as he kissed your cheek and held you while you began to trash against his arms.

Quickly, you managed to take enough momentum with your legs to destabilize both of you, both falling to the floor with an oof. Peter doesn’t laugh immediately but you do, while you manage to detangle yourself from his arms with a smirk as you stand up.

“So, you’re going to tell me what you want?”

This had been going on and on all day. Peter had let it slip that his friends wanted to make him a party and that his Aunt -who you’d yet to meet- was going to assist too. Practically you could find any information about him but you felt awful when you realized how close his birthday was.

And that he was a Leo.

“Your stance is too wide,” Peter responded before he half-stood up, knocking you flat with one swing of his feet. You fell to the padded floor and groaned, your chest hurting from the hard impact as you glared up at him.

He offered you his hand, his lips quirking up affectionately but you didn’t take it. “Come on,” he huffed while you rolled your eyes.

“I’m not unless you tell me what you want,” you challenged him. Peter only raised his eyebrows at you, calling your bluff. “I swear to god that I’ll mess up Karen’s algorithm for a day if you don’t tell me,” you snapped.

You were always very considerate on birthdays. Usually, you disliked yours, but other’s peoples birthdays? Steve’s, Bruce’s, Tony’s, Pepper’s, Nat’s, and Harley’s were always filled with the most amazing gifts you could find. And yet, you couldn’t seem to find anything for the most perfect guy you could’ve dated.

“I want you,” Peter finally breathed out.

“You already got me,” you said as you finally took his hand and he pulled you up, closer to him.

Peter shook his head with a smile as he pulled you against him, his hand on your hip, making goosebumps erupt through your skin. . “I only want you,”

“That’s not a gift, Parker,” you whined while rolling your eyes dramatically.

Peter stayed silent as he watched you lovingly, you smiled up at him as you’d done before but then you watched it in his eyes. Something changed. Peter’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, his mouth opened slightly.

“I…”

Your brows scrunched slightly. He was about to say it, you knew he was.

And then panic flooded your body, heart sinking all of the sudden. It shouldn’t, you should be happy to hear him say it. In fact, it’s your first real relationship, a normal girl could only dream about what you have with Peter and yet, you just feel upset.

Your body knew what was going to do before you do. You crash your lips to him passionately, almost erratically. Peter breathes out, a surprised hum rumbles in his throat as you push him until his back is pressed against the wall of the training room.

You curled your fingers into the fabric of Peter’s shirt and tried to pull him, towards you. He quickly took a hold of your hips, grabbing them so hard that you knew bruises would appear like they did many times before. Peter didn’t doubt your intentions, he instead reveled in the feeling of having you like this. Like he always did.

Without much trouble, he switched positions, pressing you against the wall. He nipped at your bottom lip, sliding his tongue against yours. You hummed contently as your fingers slide around to the nape of his neck, holding him against you. Peter doesn’t miss a bit, his hands fall from your hips, trailing down to cup your ass, pressing you harder against the wall as he grounded against your core. You moaned quietly against his mouth as you felt him.

Only then, Peter stops.

“Love, wait,” he muttered quietly against your mouth as you continued to trail kisses against his jaw and his neck, your fingers trailing through his chest and then to his shorts, tugging at the waistband. “Wait,” he says once again as he takes a hold of your wrist.

“What?” you whined quietly.

“We cannot do this here,” he said breathlessly as he closed his eyes. It was getting harder and harder to say not to you, not with that face.

“Come on,” you whimpered, looking up at him with those damn beautiful puppy eyes.

Peter stares at you with those big beautiful caramel eyes. He's trying to hold to his self-control, you know it, you can see the battle in his mind.

“Please,” you asked him quietly as you ground yourself against him one more time.

Peter let out a heavy breath, and you smirked. His lips crash against yours as he tries to let go of the idea that there are cameras everywhere in this building, that both of you will have to hack Friday for the tape of this but he doesn’t care. Not when your lips are on him when it’s so desperate but tender at the same time. Not with the way your hand feels around his cock, not with the little breaths you let out as he presses his hand against your clit over your shorts.

It was frantic and desperate. You, parting your legs further for him, rolling your hips against his while Peter does anything he can not moan too loudly as he feels how you're squeezing him.

At least, until you heard how someone cleared his throat.

Peter lurched away from you, making you gasp loudly as he places you harshly on the floor while he tucks himself into his shorts. You quickly raised your eyes to see Vision staring at the both of you, his none existent eyebrows raised while you tried to straighten out your shirt and shorts.

“Mrs. Stark,” Vision said quietly. “Mr. Parker,”

“Vision,” you answered softly while Peter’s still looking the other way, his cheeks too warm and too pink to even dare to face Vision at the moment. “Uhm, what’s up?” you asked him while you tried to change the topics.

“There’s an alarm going off in your lab,” he said quietly while your eyes widened.

It’d been a while since there were any updates to your case. Tony still didn’t know you were working on it, as far as he was concerned, you were just helping Peter with his suit and accompanying him to patrol, nothing more. He didn’t even know that Peter was looking into something, both of you wanted to tell him together but it’d seemed to disappear since you’d both started dating.

At least, until now.

Peter turned around at the same time you turned to him.

“Suit up,”

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cricket-reader · 11 months

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His Everything

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Summary: Peter freaks out when you don’t answer his calls. He finds you handcuffed to a chair as Spider-Man. You tell him things afterwards, making Peter question how good of a boyfriend he really is.

Warnings: language, torture, kidnapping, mentions of death, crying

Word Count: 1480

Prompt: "It's not as bad as it looks.” Handcuffs | Swelling | Flinch

A/N: Day 5 of June of Doom by @juneofdoom (Set after NWH but no spoilers)

Your wrists throbbed within the unforgiving grip of the handcuffs, their weight a constant reminder of your vulnerability. The swelling around your wrists made every movement an agonizing ordeal. As you tugged against the restraints, a muffled whimper escaped your lips.

You had been taken whilst on a walk. While you wished you could have been more prepared or maybe wished you had seen it coming, nothing could change the fact that it was so sudden. Unlike in the books you had read, you didn’t have any sort of premonition that warned you against going out for that walk. There were no warning signs or red flags blatantly obvious. It had happened without any sort of warning. One moment you were casually strolling through the streets of New York, next you were being knocked unconscious by a man wearing all black in the middle of the day.

How someone didn’t see the spectacle go down baffled you. Perhaps they did see it; they just didn’t get involved. That was a thing you learned in your psychology class: the bystander effect. Only now were you fully realising how shitty it was.

So there you were, sitting in a damp, musty cell with no hope of rescue. You hoped that maybe your boyfriend would notice your absence and call the police once he couldn’t get ahold of you. But you knew he’d probably think that you were just busy or didn’t want to talk. He knew that school got tough sometimes, so he never blamed you if you couldn’t talk to him. Hence it would probably take a long time for anyone to find you.

You flinched as the door opened, wishing that the ground would swallow you whole. You didn’t want to die, not with Peter waiting for you at his house. He was such a good person and he didn’t deserve to worry about some nobody like you as you knew he would. Sometimes he was too good for his own good. Something you didn’t know the full weight of quite yet.

“I hear you’re close to Spider-Man,” the captor said, an ugly sneer on his face.

Brows furrowed, you replied, “I’ve never even met him once. He has never saved me or anything.”

“You’re lying.”

“I swear I’m not lying!”

“Bullshit.”

You tried to press yourself further into your chair when he approached you. Your gut was turning and breaths were short. Who is this crazy man and what does he want with you?

Your head is snapped to the side as the back of his hand makes contact with your face. Two marks on your face start bleeding where his bulky rings had hit you. “You better start talking.”

“I don’t know anything, I swear!”

He scoffed as he geared up for a punch. His fist hit you near your right rib cage. You doubled over and groaned. He had a mean swing. Those stupid rings weren’t helping any.

He grabbed you by the hair and yanked your head back up. You cried out, hoping maybe someone would hear you. His fist began driving itself to your body, anywhere he could reach. Your screams and cries did nothing to make him stop, if anything, it only made the twisted man continue his relentless abuse.

Just when you were sure that you could take no more, the glass window to the room shattered. You screamed, and you weren’t sure if it was from the terror or from the last blow he delivered to your stomach.

In an instant, white webs were flown across the room. Guards and your tormentor were wrapped up in the all too familiar spidery substance you had seen on the news. In all your years, you never thought you’d be able to meet a superhero. You just wish it was on better terms.

Spider-Man rushed to your aid, calling out your name in an anguished voice that sounded a bit familiar. Your head drooped, exhaustion tearing you down. You could hear Spider-Man talking to you, telling you everything was going to be okay. You saw him reach for the phone, presumably to call for help.

You grabbed his wrist, not caring that the handcuffs were digging further into your skin. With a weak voice, you muttered, “no ambulance, just take me to the hospital.”

You saw his big white eyes narrow. “I can’t afford an ambulance. Hell, I’ll barely afford the medical bill,” you chucked at your own expense, stopping immediately because it hurt too bad. “If you don’t want to bring me call my boyfriend. He’ll pick me up.”

The hero’s eyes widened again and he rapidly shook his head. “No, no, I can get you to the hospital.”

He searched the man’s pockets, trying to find a key for those pesky handcuffs. He was unsuccessful. Sighing, he decided he’d just have to break them. There was no time to waste. You could be seriously hurt.

When the handcuffs were removed from your wrists, you practically cried out in joy. You rubbed your swollen wrists, wincing at how tender whey were.

“Let’s get you outta here, yeah?” Spider-Man muttered as he helped you up. You limped alongside him down the stairs to the street.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” You had asked him. He seemed so familiar. His eyes widened.

“You’ve uh… probably seen me before, y’know… as Spider-Man,” he stumbled over his words. You almost laughed at how he tried to make his voice sound deeper. It was adorable. It reminded you of something that Peter would do.

You gasped, “Peter!”

Spider-Man’s head whipped towards you. “I have to tell him I’m okay, that’s my boyfriend. He might be worried about me.”

“We can call him when you get to the hospital okay?” Spider-Man gently told her as they got in a cab that he had hailed down. Peter told him to drive to the nearest hospital as fast as he could.

“Okay, sure… I’m sure he probably hasn’t noticed anyway. Y’know I was goin’ over to his apartment to surprise him. He’s been workin’ so hard on school and I jus’ wanted to make him feel better. He’s been so stressed lately.” You pouted. “Now I s’pose he’s gonna be even more stressed.”

Tears came to your eyes. You wished you could say it was all from the pain, but a part of you knew that you were sad that your boyfriend would only have more on his plate with you in the hospital.

“Y‘know what… maybe I shouldn’t call him. I don’ wanna burden him any more than he already is.”

Underneath the mask, Peter was crying. He couldn’t respond to you. He knew that you’d pick up on the wobble of his voice if he tried. How could you think such things? You were the most important thing in his life. More important than his classes, more important than his Spider-Man duties. You were his everything.

How could his everything think that she was a burden? It pained his heart to know that you thought that way.

Clearing his throat, he said “I think you should tell him. He’s probably worried out of his mind right now.” He wasn’t wrong. Peter was scared shitless. You never opened up like this to strangers and your head was lolling onto his shoulder.

“C’mon, stay with me, baby. Don’t do this to me!” He pleaded. He couldn’t let someone else leave him. He couldn’t watch another important person in his life die. He didn’t want you to join the list of loved ones he had lost.

Peter didn’t even care that you or the cab driver knew he was crying now. He had every right to cry when the girl he loved was falling into unconsciousness.

“C’mon, baby. Be strong for me, yeah? I know you can do it. You’re so strong.”

Those were the last words you were able to hear before you blacked out.

Upon waking up, you saw your red-eyed boyfriend hunched over in a nearby seat. “Peter?” Your voice came out groggy and dry, but it got his attention. He cried out your name as he ran to your side. Tears were falling from his eyes as he held your hand and called for the nurse.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m okay, Peter. It's not as bad as it looks. I’m fine really.”

Truthfully you didn’t feel much pain, but that was probably the drugs they had you hooked up on.

“Please don’t leave me, please. I love you too much. Please don’t leave,” he pleaded, like a broken record. You knew your boyfriend had abandonment issues, but you’d never really seen them as bad as in that moment. “It’s okay, Peter. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re my everything you know that?”

You just nodded and rubbed your thumb over his hand. “I know, baby. I know.”

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mrs-bucky-barnes-73 · 11 months

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I made this and it is SO true

#peter #Parker #peter Parker #Tony #shuri #stark #peter Parker stark #marvel #avengers #peter Parker marvel #peter Parker avengers #tony stark

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happypopcornprincess · 2 years

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thesuperheroesnetwork · 1 month

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Texts From Superheroes

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forgetful-nerd · 1 year

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Criminal: *turns off the lights* haha! Try and fight me when you can't see!

Daredevil: I can still sense you in the dark.

Spiderman: as can I!

Dead pool: I cannot! so this is kind of upsetting for me.

#yes I stole this from tmnt 2012 #I've been a bit obsessed with them lately #marvel #avengers #mcu #comics #peter parker #spider man #spiderman #deadpool #wade wilson #matt murdock #daredevil #matthew murdock #marvel’s team red #team red #marvel team red #spideypool #spidey sense

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anisas-nonsense · 2 years

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The devil works hard but fanfic writers work harder

Ps. Y’all are amazing and the most creative writers ❤︎. keep up the amazing work ✩

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fotibrit · 4 months

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A Tony Stark fanpage details the outfits Stark wears, and where to buy them. The outfits and details go viral, and each time Tony appears in public, a new post is made.

There’s a detail amiss every time though. Nobody seems able to figure out where Stark got a thin bracelet he wears on his left wrist, and it didn’t seem to be technology.

Only Peter Parker, who jokingly made the bracelet out of scraps, knows that it is. He just didn’t know that Tony wore it so often.

#marvel mcu #avengers #tony stark #iron man #peter parker #spider man #irondad and spiderson #irondad #spiderson #peter parker and tony stark #fotibrit

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imnothawkdevil · 2 years

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Here, have some wonderful moon knight comics excerpts:

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incorrectmarvelquote · 4 months

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Peter: Sometimes Tony asks me “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Peter: I’ve learned that that actually means ‘stop’

Peter: He is never very interested in my thought process

#incorrect quotes #incorrectmarvelquotes #mcu marvel avengers #incorrect marvel #tony stark #iron man #robert downey jr #rdj #peter parker #tom holland

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ohwowimlonley · 4 months

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peter just coming over to your place to fuck you rough then cuddle w you while he asks about your day lol

Peter loving backshots w you bc of the way reader ass moves lol- idk something tells me he’s an ass man ( especially tasm! Peter )

Double P having you on top and putting you in a bear hug as he thrusts

“Well, if Mr Stevens can’t see that you’re acing this photography, then he really shouldnt be teaching at all,” you’d say, raking your nails through his thick hair. He nudges closer to you, cheek resting against your breasts as he tracks his right hand lazily over your naked body.

“I know, I know, just wish I could get a passing grade for once,” he laments, fingers eventually dropping in between your legs, sliding through the wetness of both our your releases.

“God, baby, fuckin’ look at it,” it’s a whine, or Peter’s closest approximation to it. He takes your asscheeks in both his hands, pulling them apart, pushing them back together, squeezing, slapping, digging his nails in, “gonna fuck it one day, you won’t be able to walk for a week,”

“Ahh,” you sob, arching your back as he shocks you with the harshest spank yet. You’re sure your ass is red raw by now, but it doesn’t stop Peter from pulling your cheeks apart again and landing a fat glob of spit directly onto your unused hole.

“Right there- Peter!” It’s almost a scream, but it’s really not your fault because Peter has his arms wrapped firmly around your back, fingers stretching to the space in between your shoulder blades and using it as leverage to fuck up into you at the perfect angle, right into that soft spongy spot deep inside you that makes you dribble onto his shoulder, “oh, God!”

“Shh, sweetness, it’s okay,” he murmurs into your hair, smirking as you cry out when his pubic hair graze against your engoreged clit, “I’m right here,”

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perpetuelledaydreaming · 1 year

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Cruel intentions | chapter twenty-four

summary: peter's worried sick, you can't even look at him.

warnings: violence and it's triggering please be careful while you read this.

listen to: Back to black - Amy Winehouse | Favorite crime - Olivia Rodrigo |This is me trying - Taylor Swift (playlist here)

word count: 1.7 k

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Peter frowned as soon as he entered your room through your window. You weren’t there like you’d told him. He’d been dealing with the police for a few hours, trying to make the incident on the rooftop as amiable as he could. They didn’t quite understand how the crater in the cement floor got there, they were highly suspicious of Peter but he argued that it was something that happened because of the other criminals that got away. He knew that they couldn’t know about you. As far as they were aware, you’d stopped avenging for some time now and you were partying again.

They let him go after a few questions. He was exhausted, as he swing from building to building, he could only think about you and your smile. He couldn’t wait to kiss you and cuddle next to you. He knew that you were tired too, he knew that you felt heavy, he could feel it on the back of his head. He believed that being next to you would make it all better.

He wanted to make it all better. And yet, when he reached Stark Tower, you were nowhere to be seen. Peter watched his watch, you’d said that you would be there. It’d been over two hours, you should be there. He quickly tapped his earpiece twice.

“Karen, can you tell me where my girlfriend is?” Peter asked. He felt his heart thudding a bit faster at the word. Girlfriend. He hadn’t asked you yet, he even wondered if he should. He felt like you were together already, he knew he wanted to make it official but he knew that you weren’t into big gestures so he wondered if he should even bring it up.

“Ms. Stark asked for her location to be private,” the AI answered.

Peter’s features creased with concern.

“What do you mean?”

“HAPPY has her location blocked,” Karen answered as if explaining it better would make Peter’s uneasy feeling go away.

“Connect me to HAPPY,” Peter asked as he took off his mask and walked towards your desk. He tapped the small holographic machine two times and a hologram appeared in front of him. Your main network should’ve popped up, you’d let him use it so many times before. Now, just a big word appeared. ‘ACCESS FORBIDDEN’.

“Mr. Parker?” the voice of your AI rumbled through your room but Peter could barely hear it. His heart was the only thing he could hear, how fast it was beating. He could feel a single drop of sweat falling from his forehead.

Peter was sure that he entered what he could only guess was a sort of anxiety attack. He fought with an AI for god sake. He didn’t recall how much time he’d asked HAPPY for your location and the AI refusing to give it to him. He wondered if Tony could hear him, he wondered if Pepper was listening too. He felt embarrassed for a second until he recalled they were in the cabin for the weekend.

For some reason, it only concerned him more. No one really knew where you were, if you’d been kidnapped, if you were being tortured. Anything could possibly be happening to you and Peter couldn’t keep you safe.

Suddenly, your doorknob moved. Eyes wide open as you entered your room, your eyes puffing from crying, face tainted with tears, red cheeks. Peter frowned slightly at seeing you like this, he knew you weren’t feeling well but this was completely different.

“Where have you been?”

You swallowed harshly as you closed the door.

“I…”

You didn’t finish, you couldn’t be bothered with it. You sighed as you placed the heel of your hand on your eyes before you walked towards your bed. Your chest felt heavy and tight, you wondered if you were going to have another anxiety attack.

“I’ve been worrying sick,” He snapped, and you winced in return. “It’s three a.m. and I was about to call your father,” Peter continued.

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Peter,” you began but he quickly cut you off, you saw how his jaw twitched.

“What are you hiding?”

Your eyes lingered on Peter. You watched his chocolate curls, the caramel eyes slightly tinted with red. It made your throat tighter, seeing him like this. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve held him and told him that you knew everything about Harry, that you both needed to arrest him as soon as possible. That everything would be over.

But you did know better.

You looked down, closing your eyes as you took a deep breath. The guilt felt like it was choking you, making your throat tighter and tighter by the second. “Peter, I-” you began, your voice trembling.

Peter’s hair on the back of his neck rose quickly, he felt his surroundings moving at a horrible place, only you remained still. He could feel everything, his senses reacting to something that was coming. “What’s happening with you-”

“I want to break up with you,” you finally spat out.

You didn’t dare to look at him. You couldn’t.

Peter felt as if all of the air in the room had been sucked out. “What?” he asked in a helpless whisper. He thought he heard something wrong. He thought that he might be hallucinating but as you finally raised your head to gaze at him, he understood he hadn’t.

“I thought that,” you couldn’t word your thoughts coherently as you wiped your tears silently with the back of your hands. “Harry and I, we,”

Peter scoffed. He wanted to go and sit next to you, he was craving it, his fingers moving impatiently against his thigh. He couldn’t, though. “Were you together this whole time?” he asked.

“No,”

“You were with him before you came here?”

The air turned heavy, heavier than before. His eyes never left yours as you squirmed under his glare. You wanted to run, run away from him as you’d done before but you stood there. You simply accommodate yourself, clasping your fingers together on your lap instead.

“Yes, but I,”

“So, you’re telling me that you lied to me about coming here so you could see him?”

You felt hot and wounded, you couldn’t control the tears that spilled. You couldn’t tell him what you were doing there, you would put him at risk if after this he went there alone. “Peter, I wanted it to work. I wanted you but I can’t,” you said. “We can’t be together, I,”

“You don’t possibly mean that,” Peter replied, giving a step forward. Only then, you realized that tears were flowing from his caramel eyes, they were red and angry.

It made your heart beat harder in your chest. The fact that he could see right through you, the way you couldn’t possibly lie to him. It was suffocating, the way that he knew you.

And yet, deep down, you knew he didn’t.

“I’m not good for you, can’t you see it?” you finally barked. “I hurt people, I hurt everyone and I use them and I don’t care about it. I destroy lives because I don’t feel good about mine and I…” the tears blurred your vision. Here goes nothing. “I wanted to destroy yours so I could make my life better. I was supposed to sleep with you so I could become an Avenger again,”

Peter frowned for a moment and suddenly it clicked in his head. He felt his chest-beating wildly. You wanted to vomit as you saw on his face how it dawned on him what you were confessing.

That was it. You lost him. You took a shaky breath Peter gazed at you. You looked more sorrowful than ever. He knew that you had to be wrong, there’s no way you could’ve faked the relationship with him. His senses were in peril, he felt like static was overwhelming his entire body.

You were in love.

“You’re shaking,” he whispered. You didn’t answer, you hadn’t even realized it yourself. Peter called your name again but you didn’t answer as you stared at your shaky hands.

He leaned forward but you quickly pulled back.

“I didn’t want you,” you lied. “And you, you need to leave, now,”

Peter shook his head, trying to take your hand, to touch you. If he touched you then everything would be fine, he knew it. You pulled away again, though. You couldn’t bare it, you would crack. Exhausted you removed yourself from the bed, closing your eyes as you gritted your teeth.

“I know you’re lying if you just,” Peter pleaded but you didn’t budge.

“Leave, Peter, please,” you said as you hugged yourself, hoping it would be enough for you to stop shaking, to stop sobbing.

Peter didn’t listen to you. He stood up and chased after you, a fresh wave of tears falling from his face. He needed you, he loved you. You needed to understand how much, maybe if he held you, maybe things could be different. This wasn’t you. He knew you. He knew the good and the bad, he’d seen you. He was seeing you.

“No, don’t touch me,” you protested as your chest ached, your throat hoarse from crying and your burst of emotion. Peter didn’t listen as he walked closer to you. “Don’t touch me,” but he didn’t listen.

Peter held your wrist. Firmly. He wanted to pull you in but you simply trashed against him, he was too strong to let go but he barely managed to put his arm on your waist because, with a swift movement, you charged against Peter with your left palm, slapping him, harshly.

The tension popped for a second. You could’ve sworn that you could only hear your poor heartbeat, everything aching, your palm tingly to the sensation and Peter looking right before letting go of you. His jaw was set, his normally calm caramel eyes now turned stormy, and he was breathing deeply.

And you knew it, at that second, it was over.

Peter gave a step back, bowing his head for a moment as you stood there, frozen in the same position. Not daring to say anything, barely breathing, your insides turning, your heart collapsing as you could see in Peter’s eyes that you’d broken him.

It was broken.

“You’re a coward,” Peter stated after what felt like an eternity, holding your gaze. “You’re a fucking coward,”

He didn’t say anything else, he passed by you before jumping out the window. He didn’t look back, and before you knew it, a sob ripped through your chest.

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