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

Call It What You Want
(Taylor Swift ♡)

Play the song here

   "If you could be a superhero, who would you want to be?" She asked me.

   Other people are having champaign and are bragging about their obsessions, but both of us are in the very corner of the party, in the dimming light where candles were the source. She looked absolutely gorgeous, has always been, no matter how anybody else says, she's amazing.

My castle crumbled overnight, I brought a knife to a gun fight.

   "I don't know..." I told her, her eyes distracted me to think of anything.

They took the crown but it's alright.

   "C'mon, if you can choose to be some hero, who will you be?"

   (In the universe in which there's only DC, don't hate me all marvel character are musicians nowwww hahaha)

All the liars are calling me one. Nobody's heard from me for months.

   "I'm Batman." I told her.

I'm doing better than I ever was.

   "No... First of all, your voice has to be so damn low. Try again."

   I put my chin down, making out voices. "I'm Batman."

'Cause, My baby's fit like a daydream. Walking with his head down. I'm the one he's walking to.

   She bursted out laughing. "No...no. You can't be him."

   "Can I create the man of my own?"

So call it what you want yeah, call it what you want to.

   "Sure."

My baby's fly like a jet stream, high above the whole scene. Loves me like I'm brand new.

   "How about.... Spiderman?"

   "Hm... Actually sounds interesting. What's the story line?"

So call it what you want yeah, call it what you want to.

   "Base off of my real life?"

All my flowers grew back as thorns.

   "Damn sure."

Windows boarded up after the storm.

   I cleared my throat, looked up, trying to think of something.

He built a fire just to keep me warm.

   "Peter Parker, lived in Queens with his Aunt May and Uncle Ben, his parent died when he was younger." She stopped smiling, but I was still doing so, I didn't want her to be sad. "With great power comes great responsibility, his uncle taught him, Peter Parker always keep it to his mind."

All the drama queens taking swings. All the jokers dressing up as kings. They fade to nothing when I look at him.

   "..." She reached out for my hands, I grabbed it, kissed the back of it.

And I know I make the same mistake every time. Bridges burn. I never learn. At least I did one thing right.

   "Something happened to Uncle Ben... Because..." I stuttered, trying line up feelings into words.

I did one thing right.

    "When you can do the things that I can, but you don't, and then bad things happen, they happened because of you. He lost his uncle also. But then he worked at the Spiders shop, and the most powerful Spider bit the shit out of him. He woke up with swollen fingers, but he still grabbed a guitar and wrote a song."

I'm laughing with my lover. Makin' forts under cover. Trust him like a brother yeah you know I did one thing right.

   "Spider-man in the universe that he is a singer?" She asked with a smile.

Starry eyes sparking up my darkest night.

   "Yup. He had dreams to become someone, something more, to be known, then he met another Superhero. Her name is...." I waited for her to fill the blank.

   "(Your Original Super Hero Name)!" She shouted.

   "Okay... Spider-man met (S/n). Then they wrote a magical song together. But then the twisted of fate, A wealthy man, Tony Stark.. as known as Iron man offered him great power, but in order to take it, he has to leave (S/n)."

   Sadness showed in her eyes suddenly.

  "And he did it, and even though he fought his way back to be with her he still feels sorry for everything." I looked into her eyes sadly.

   "But (Y/n) (L/n) believe in Peter Parker, for he'll always find his way back home." She said. "They fought villains with their songs and stood next to each other, a night in a super heroes party they united." She whispered to me. "But this time (Y/n) (L/n) figured the world does need saving, but so herself and Peter's. She asked him to leave all the mess that stained their names behind with her...."

   "..."

    "Would you run away with me?"

   "Yes."

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    When it feels like it's the end, I know places to hide. When our lives are just pictures on the media and magazines I know where to go. I know the place we can escape to so we instantly left the metgala, the only one who noticed us running away was Michelle. We got into my private jet and got the hell out of the city.

    Funny things about rich people is that everything is impossible with money. Tony Stark took Peter Parker away from me and knew I'd be angry at him now that we were back together, so he came up to me one day with a strange look on his face.

   "I know we had a rough start." I still remember his voice.

   "Yeah."

   "Can I make up for it?" He asked.

   "No."

   "Are you sure? Because I bought an island as a gift for you."

   "You did WHAT?"

   Here we are, at the island somewhere out in Hawaii, on an Island under my name that has two luxury hotels, many restaurants and bars only for people who can afford it, and a private house at the shore for the both of us. We were not tired of a long flight since we slept the whole way here, and the sun rose just in time that we arrived at the house, so we jumped into the sea.

   The water was crystal clear, I saw fishes swimming around Peter's feet. He was so happy. I was so happy. And we spent the whole day on the shore, even all day in sunlight Peter didn't have a scratch or any sun burn at all. We forgot about the drama, forgot that for once we were so famous that private life is harder to find than money.

   Still, we sang. The sun started to set one more time and we were sitting by the water, he had a guitar with him (Apparently Tony Stark was so scared of pissing me off that he made a music room inside that house, filled up with more than 50 instruments just for me on vacation). I watched the sky changing from blue to violet with him on my left.

   He sang Bruce Banner's song for me.

[Tenerife sea : Ed Sheeran(away)]

   "Should this be the last thing I see?" He looked at me. "I want you to know it's enough for me. 'Cause all that you are is all that I'll ever need."

   After 2 hours of us blasting ours and other's people song along the beach our bodyguards invited us to a party in the island, they had Hawaiian costumes for us to change, Peter looked so great wearing summer shirts and jeans. In the parties we dance to the songs we didn't know the meaning of and got so tired that we decided to stop and started eating.

[References from Moulin rouge and LALA LAND]

   "Damn, this is good." I put some food I didn't know what it was into my mouth.

   "Today was amazing. I'm so happy." He smiled like a child, his dimples were on both his cheeks.

   "You say it like there's no tomorrow." I scoffed, then changed the subject. "Tony Stark bought me a freaking island, still can't believe it."

   "This place is so pretty. Ah... I'm gonna miss it here."

   "We can come here anytime. We're run away singers."

   "That's a word for it?"

   "Yeah... I guess. We're following Banner's footstep. Broke. Got famous. Sang. Disappeared." I put another piece of something cake in my mouth.

   "Babe. Remember when I told you we need to talk?" He had concerned look on his face.

   "What have we been doing all this time." I laughed.

   "No. It's something we need to discuss."

   "..." I looked away from the table to his face, something in his eyes crush to my feelings and suddenly I was scared, the last time this feelings occurs between us was still something I remember well, just like the aftertaste. I put my forks down, nodding. "Okay..."

   "Remember when we talked about your favorite song?" He brought up past. "To look at starlight and dream impossible thing?"

   "Yeah..."

   "We did it now. Can you believe it? We were just two dreamers and now we're worldwide famous."

   "That sounds narcissistic." I scoffed. "Like, I would rather put it as we dared to dream and it came true."

   "Yeah. I mean-- The point is, this industry is dangerous."

   "Dangerous?"

   "If we're not moving forwards we could lose what we have now." He finally looked at me, the innocent of his browns eyes I saw the whole day disappeared.

   "How can we lose it Peter?" I laughed it off. "We have four albums and the songs will go on and on, and music is not something that could just vanish if we stop working. I mean--- My point is not to stop working and earn money from what we worked on but just take a break."

   "For how long?" He asked, then stared at me with lips tight shut.

   "I don't know. I asked you runaway for whatever time. We just spend days together, live normal life."

   "See, I don't wanna live normal lives."

   "..."

   "I mean, for a couple days like a vacation like this is fine but we need to go back. What about the contracts? We need to keep writing songs for the company."

   "Peter, Steve will understand me if I tell him i want out. I completed my dream now, I just let the songs out there and being in this industry is killing me. I mean, you forgot about my leaked picture? Or drama with everything. You had drama too, don't you wanna end it all?"

   "If I'm out someone will replace me okay?"

   "So what, I'll be replaced too-- We both will be replaced sooner or later. Why do you care about your position in hollywood so much? Isn't our dreams to make music?"

   "That's YOUR dream. Mine's to be successful!" He raised his voice.

   "You ARE successful!" I raised mine back.

   He looked away as some other tables started to look at us, I stared at him, not understanding what's going on.

   "It's not just your songs now, is it?" I asked.

   "..."

   "Spit it out, what is it you've been keeping from me."

   "New movie." Sharp tone, he wasn't even ashamed of it, he looked proud about it.

   "What, are you not going to write songs now?"

   "No! I'm still a singer. Just an actor too."

   "You never dreamed to be an actor."

   "I DREAMED to be famous, to finally be someone! In my fucking shitty life I deserves to be loved!"

   "I love you! Why is that not enough!?"

   "..."

   "..."

   "..."

   "..."

   The silence was so loud. The music band stopped playing because of us. All other customers stared to our table, waiting for what's coming next, thinking if they should leave.

   "It was never enough was it?" I asked quietly. "That's why you left me for Tony that time. Because you choose your dream over ours. Was I just a material for your songs to raise views?" My voice was cold.

   "No--"

   "Tell me after all this time when you said you loved me, was it all a lie?"

   He was stunned. I looked at him as my sharp stare turned soft, the tears welled up. Waiting for him to say something. Say it Peter. Say it wasn't. Proof me I'm wrong.

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