☆Trying to drag a person down, proofs that you are already below them.

Delicate
(Taylor Swift)

*Tips : Watch the MV once before reading to understand how you feel about your life in this chapter

*This chapter won't mention the song but a situation, (Y/n) will write the song later on, but I will tell you when to play it

   It's an interview for Rouge magazine, with a photoshoot. You arrived at the set and meet Bucky, weirdly Natasha couldn't come today, said she was busy when she clearly didn't.

   We met a girl with an earbud, and a paper in her hands outside an elevator, you already talked through the phone. Her name was Sharon Carter.

[Neko : Don't be mean to Sharon Carter in the comment section u guys roasted the shit out of her in my other book I was so scared.]

   "(Y/n), you arrived. Welcome." She shook your hands.

   "Thanks, Sharon."

   "I'll be taking care of you today, please follow me."

   When she left enough distance, when you were following her, Bucky bent down and asked you.

   "You don't know about her?"

   "What about her? I've met her?"

   "No. She's Nat's girlfriend."

   You stopped waking for a split second, then looked at Buck, then looked at Sharon, then looked at Buck. "Oh." You let out.

   "Yup. I'm surprised you didn't know." He said.

   "I'm surprised she never told me."

   "I think she was going to today but they got in a fight or something. That's why she asked me to come."

   You smiled out, understanding now how Natasha Romanoff, with such a great ass, never let a man in her life. You wished they would get back together fast and make it official to you, you would definitely support them.

   She led you to the make up room, when you entered, the staff there shuts their mouths quickly, you knew they were definitely talking shit about you.

   But it was okay, you had Peter.

   [ParkerPete] : Hey

   [(Your Username)] : Yeah?

   [ParkerPete] : I just had to text you

   [(Y/S)] : Y

   [ParkerPete] : Because I can't get you off my mind

   [(Y/s)] : Well, I can. Hehe.

   You teased and lied, he's been in your head the whole time.

   [ParkerPete] : Mean

   [(Y/s)] : My hair stylist is complaining about my hair

   [ParkerPete] : Does she has a hair straightener?

   [(Y/s)] : Yup in front of me here why?

   [ParkerPete] : Shove it up her ass and tell her your hair is in it's best form mind her own fucking business

   You smiled and tried so hard not to let the hair stylist see the text.

   [(Y/s)] : I wish I could, but my reputation is already shit

   [ParkerPete] : Will we meet today?

   You stopped to think, the two of you have been trying to find time for each other.

   [(Y/s)] : If the work is done fast

   [ParkerPete] : I want to see you

   [(Y/s)] : Me too

   [ParkerPete] : I want to see you badly, it's not easy knowing I could kiss you now but still can't

   You were about to reply, but the hairstylist complained again. "Can you not use your phone and raise your chin? I can't do your hair."

   [(Y/s)] : Gotta work, I'll text you, I want to kiss you too

   "I'm sorry." You murmured to the lady.

   "You know what my grandma said? She said there was a guy who looked at his phone the whole day like you did, and he ended up blind." She hissed.

   "Oh? And you believe her?" You asked purely by confusion but she was very insulted, so she never continued the story.

   Then you took a picture in the set, picture after picture until your gum felt dry. You didn't know how they will headline this, nor you care anyway, they paid you big money.

   After the photoshoot is done, you will do an interview, you hate Interviews, they  always write it the opposite of what you said.

   "So, My name is Anna Kornhaber. Here for Rouge magazine, you will be answering the questions from you fans..." A middle aged girl with crimson red lips said, putting her recorder on the table between you and her. You nodded, trying not to look too bored.

   "So, is it true that you're back with Peter Parker?"

   You looked at her still for 5 second and said. "Yes."

   "A lot of people find your actions very cruel, like how you did that to Jane Zachman's life."

   "A lot of people have a really weird mindset because last time I checked she was the one bullieing me."

   "Have you been contacting Pietro Maximoff or his sister lately?"

   "Only Wanda."

   "Are you aware you have so many haters?"

   "Yes."

   "What do you think of them?"

   "That they don't know me."

   "And?" She asked back sarcastically, eyed on you like you were below her.

   "And that I don't have to care what they have to say about me or my life when they know nothing but what the media writes."

   "You don't seem to care to lie to me with all the complaining in the song you wrote." She shrugged.

   You just stared at her, with blank face, then you looked at Sharon and she was panicked by how rude Kornhaber was. You then smiled at your own hand like you can't believe rarely anybody treat you as a person anymore, you're just an object to sell and judge.

   "Yeah, you know what? I care every time anyone talk shit about me. It hurts, when I complain it in the songs it feels better."

   "I like your honesty. But that's what they are too, they're honest, they don't like you and they just say it."

   "There's a fine line between being honest and being mean, and that's called manner."

    She said nothing.

   "Please write me one thing, Anna. Tell them people don't have to fucking share to the world that they hate a singer. It doesn't have to be me, any singers, because nobody asked their dilly darn opinions. You hate my music, you just skip it, don't waste their times commenting shit. Thanks."

   "Okay." She said, kinda got scared by you, Sharon nearby smiled. "Move on to the next question... what do you want to do with it?"

   "I want to run." You said, spacing out.

   "Run?"

   "Runaway for a couple months, somewhere nobody knows me, with Peter."

   "No, I mean with the haters."

   "I don't wanna be here."

   "Wha--"

   "I've had enough of everything. Bye." You walked up and right out, literally all the way out the building, even though it was raining outside, something like a mental breakdown, but very more confusing.

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This ain't for the best.
My reputation's never been worse, so
You must like me for me...

   The next 20 minuets later I was on the train station, I have not taken trains for years.

We can't make,
any promises now, can we, babe?
But you can make me a drink...

   I ran away from my own bodyguard and the shooting,

Dive bar on the east side, where you at?
Phone lights up my nightstand in the black.
Come here, you can meet me in the back.

   I just wished not to be seen, not to be known or judged and get the hell out of there.

Dark jeans and your Nikes, look at you.
Oh damn, never seen that color blue.
Just think of the fun things we could do.

   So I texted Peter.

'Cause I like you.

   [(Y/S)] : Where are you Peter?

This ain't for the best.

   [ParkerPete] : Dive bar on the east side, where you at?

My reputation's never been worse, so,

   [(Y/S)] : Train station.

You must like me for me...

   [ParkerPete] : I sent you my location, shit happened again?

We can't make,

   [(Y/S)] : I need to see you.

Any promises now, can we, babe.

   [ParkerPete] : You could've told me to pick you up.

But you can make me a drink...

   [(Y/S)] : I'm coming

Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it chill that you're in my head?
'Cause I know that it's delicate.
Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it too soon to do this yet?
'Cause I know that it's delicate.

  On the train with few people who were old enough not to recognize me, I sighed out a tiredness from a long week with work and not feeling alive.

   No matter how hard I tried to explain, people can't seem to understand shit they say hurts.

Third floor on the west side, me and you
Handsome, your mansion with a view
Do the girls back home touch you like I do?

   I got out of the train with bruised feet from the heels. So I took them off and threw them in the bin.

Long night, with your hands up in my hair.
Echoes of your footsteps on the stairs.
Stay here, honey, I don't wanna share.

   I walked out of the station, realizing it was midnight and raining.

This ain't for the best.

   Shit, I'm so cold.

My reputation's never been worse so,

I finally found a glowing neon sign in the dark, I headed towards it.

You must like me for me...

   I opened the wooden bar up, all the people inside turned to look at me.

We can't make.

   They remembered who I was, but I didn't care, I looked around.

Any promises now, can we, babe?

   Then I saw Peter Parker.

But you can make me a drink...

   And everything was okay.

   And so I walked to him with a soft smile, and I asked.

   "Is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you're in my head? 'Cause I know that it's delicate."

   He smiled at me warmly, wrapped his shirt around me, he asked back.

   "It was cool that you said all that. But is it too soon to do this yet? 'Cause I know that it's delicate."

   And he kissed me like there was just two of us inside of that place. His arms wrapped around my body, didn't even care if I was soaking wet.

  All my tiredness went away, what they said and will say won't matter no more.

Sometimes I wonder when you sleep
Are you ever dreaming of me?

   He finally stop for us to get some air.

Sometimes when I look into your eyes.
I pretend you're mine, all the damn time.

   Then looked at me, showed me how he missed me this whole busy week of ours.

Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it chill that you're in my head?
'Cause I know that it's delicate.

   Then both of us sat at the table, he hugged me tight, tucked me away the cold.

Is it cool that I said all that
Is it too soon to do this yet?
'Cause I know that it's delicate

   "I'm so tired of everything." I told him.

Is it cool that I said all that?

   "Let's go to my place." He told me

Is it chill that you're in my head?

   There's one thing I know about that night.

'Cause I know that it's delicate.

   It was that, if i'm not wrong, something special about the kiss.

Is it cool that I said all that?

   And I hope he understood me.

Is it too soon to do this yet?

   Cause I know that it's delicate.

   Isn't it?

   Delicate.

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