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Starlight
(Taylor Swift)

Flashback

"Baby. We need to talk."

"Yeah? Hold on a minute, my playlist just plays my favorite song." You forcefully put one earbud on his ears, then played him the song. "It's starlight from Sharon Carter, remember? If you forget my favorite song i'm going to smack you real hard Peter Parker"

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'I said 'Oh mind.' What a marvelous tune, it was the best night, never would forget how he moved.'

"This song always reminds me of the first months we dated, where we would just go to random parties and dance our asses off." You tittered.

"I remember." He muttered.

'The whole place, was dressed to the nines, and we were dancing, dancing, like we're made of starlight. Like we're made of starlight.'

"I'm shaking-- I LoVE ThiS Song." You screamed inhumanly.

"Peggy carter right?"

"Yeah."

'I met Bobby on the boardwalk, summer of '45. Picked me up late one night out the window, We were 17 and crazy, running wild, wild.'

"Who's Bobby?"

"Ethel and Bobby Kennedy, this song was inspired by a black and white picture of them, back when they were 17. Like when i wrote Roman Holiday and you thought I cheated on you." You chuckled.

'Can't remember what song it was playing when we walked in. The night we snuck into a yacht club party, Pretending to be a duchess and a prince.'

"Well I don't remember when we snuck into the city pool like you said in the song." He pouted.

"I was inspired, sometimes you don't really need to experience it to write it, babe."

'And I said, "Oh my, what a marvelous tune. It was the best night, never would forget how he moved.' You pulled off earphones and let it went loud, you started to sing along, then moved his arms from your body and danced on the bedroom's floor.

He got up from the bed and danced with you.

'The whole place was dressed to the nines, And we were dancing, dancing like we're made of starlight, starlight. Like we're made of starlight, starlight.'

The two of you moved along the song like you were made of starlights. And it was magical, you were so in love.

'He said, "Look at you, worrying too much about things you can't change. You'll spend your whole life singing the blues if you keep thinking that way".'

"This. This part, I can relate." He teased.

"Oh shut up." You laughed.

'He was trying to skip rocks on the ocean, saying to me, "Don't you see the starlight, starlight? Don't you dream impossible things?".'

"I love this line, see? When we thought our dreams will never come true but here we are." You hugged him.

"..." He didn't say anything.

'Like "Oh my, what a marvelous tune." It was the best night, never would forget how he moved. The whole place was dressed to the nines, And we were dancing, dancing. Like we're made of starlight, starlight. Like we're made of starlight, starlight.'

"It's happening Peter, our dreams. We're going to be singers. How lucky we are, Steve Rogers, Pete, Rogers label records saw our songs on YouTube and contacted us, I still can't believe it."

"..."

"Like we've been talking about, the lyrics in this songs. Dream impossible things."

"About that..." He whispered.

'Ooh ooh he's talking crazy. Ooh ooh dancing with me.'

"What?" You asked, Peter seemed so much different since yesterday. "Something's on your mind? Isn't it? Tell me."

'Ooh ooh we could get married. Have ten kids and teach them how to dream.'

"(Y/n)... Stark's label record contacted me two days ago." He looked away. He didn't dare looking in your eyes.

"What for...?" You asked.

"They offered me a better deal, and you know Stark label has made more successful artists than Rogers."

You pushed him back a little, with a smile of not understanding. You paused the song and the room went silent.

"Did you... say yes, Peter?" You asked with cracked voice.

"..." He didn't reply and it meant yes.

"Peter... We would be nothing without Steve."

"Now we can be more." He smiled with covetousness written all over his face. "Come with me, this is a better opportunity."

You took one more step back. "We-- we used to call Tony Stark an asshole, remember how he didn't even play the demo disk we handed in for him? And how he will force singers to make more drama to increase fame?"

[Neko : DON'T HATE TONY. He has his reason, Tony Stark is my heart it pains me to write about him this way but it's for the plot.]

"But he knows our talent now."

"You know the civil war drama don't you? Tony and Steve were friends, you know how much it will hurt him if we betray him."

"This is life, (Y/n). We need to choose what's better."

"Jesus fucking christ Peter." Your eyebrows twisted in pain. "You've become everything we said we won't become."

"..." He stared at you coldly.

"Maybe I was wrong the whole time... Your dream wasn't to sing, was it? But to become a famous singer."

"No-- you don't--"

"I have to go." You said, looking away from him. Peter tried to reach out for you but you pushed him back.

It used to be the age of falling in love, but that was what happened. That's why you ended it with him. How a person forgets everything they used to believe in.

Your favorite love songs turned into the saddest ones every time you hear it.

He forgot the way to see the starlights.
All just for impossible things.

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Present Day

"FUCK." You screamed into the palm of your hand. "Why the fuck did you kiss me!?"

"I just wanted to."

"You Peter stupid ass jerk Parker! I just exposed your ex on an award show! And nobody knows Pietro cheated on me with Jane! Now they're going to write about this shit all over the industry!!"

"Wait, he cheated on you? I knew he was a jerk."

"I can picture the head line now. They're going to slut-shame me again, I can't stand it anymore." Your head hurts, the migraine is back.

He tried to reached out but you pushed his hand away.

"I already texted Bucky, he's going to pick me up and see Steve and Nat. You can go back to your Tony Stark, so he'll buy you another car as a gift for bringing more attention to us."

"You want to go to my place?"

"Oh, damn you. After everything. If you really love me, you wouldn't have abandoned me in the first place."

"I'm sorry."

"Go write a song about you're sorry, i'll write one about me not giving a fuck."

"..." He looked at you and smirked.

"..." You looked at him angrily.

"I will." He said.

"Oh, okay, game on. Parker."

On the outside, a car parked in front of Peter's. Bucky's arrived.

"I will write one, for real, trust me. A mini album, I'll release it in a week." Peter told you. "And if my song hit number one on my billboard chart, you will give me another chance."

"Huh. Sure. I will do too. If mine hits we'll never see each other again, you hear me?"

"It's on (Y/n)."

"Goodbye Peter Parker."

You got off the car and banged it close, then hot-heatedly walk over to see Bucky. He was of course, eating plums on the driver's seat.

"Why were you with Peter Parker?" He asked with his face blank as you sat on the seat.

"Buck. Straight to Steve's office, we have problems."

"Alright. Why isn't Pietro with you?" He drove the car off.

"He cheated on me. I saw him kiss Jane, then I got chased by a paparazzi, and Peter saved my ass, but then he kissed me in front of the paparazzi."

"Wow..." Bucky's chill brain had to work hard to understand what you've been through all day. "Plums could help, want some?" He asked.

"Yeah, sure. Thanks Buck."

"Some music to help you feel better." He played the radio.

'---And she might help me forget that loving her is something---'

They were playing Because I Had You.

"OH GOD, not his song, turn it off damn it." You groaned tiredly.

"Oh... sorry. Your ex's song. Maybe quietness is better." He apologized dazedly.

"Ah... I hate my life."

"Maybe i can sing for you, yeah? Ok here you go, KeEP BreatHIng, kEep, kEEP bReAThiNg in lOvE."

He made you laughed, because he wasn't that much of a singer type and he knew it, Bucky is a music producer, make great beats but singing is not one of it.

Plums and Bucky's voice saved the day, you checked your Instagram's profile, it just hit 23 millions followers. You checked the tagged photo, all of them were your pictures kissing Peter, taken by a paparazzi.

People started commenting 'Whore.' 'Bitch' ' 🐍' And all kinds of bad stuff.

"You know nothing yet you judge me..." You muttered. "You don't know me.. and you will never do."

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