Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods. What do I do? What do I do?

Okay, let me clear things up here. The Goblin stuck me in a chafe with Peter, my ex I guess? Well, one problem with that; I still like Peter, but I don't think the feeling's mutual.

Peter growled and stalked over to a corner and sat in it, taking off his gloves and web-shooters. "Don't talk to me unless you're physically dying and even then, don't talk to me."

Well, that ended well. I but my lip and looked at Peter who was working on fixing his web shooters. Should I something thing or should I say silent. I guess I'll just take a nap.

I opened my eyes to find myself in New York, with Peter leaning onto my shoulder. My arm was around his thin waist while he looked at the sunset.

"It's beautiful," Peter said from next to me. I look over and see him twirling a ring on his ring finger. It was the same engagement ring as the one in my last dream. This must be a follow up.

Peter but his lip and looked up at me. "You surprised me, Ya know? I wasn't expecting to get proposed to when I came back from that fight."
I smiled at him and kissed his nose.

"Well, that's me for you. I always to the unpredicted!"

Peter laughed and leaned into me. "That's not always a good thing," he said, running his slim fingers through my hair. I smiled and kissed my web-head.

At that exact moment, the dream decided to shift.

I was holding a body close to mine; Peter's. I look down to find him cut up, bruised and coughing up blood. The Avengers were fighting a creepy mutated version of the Goblin.

"Sam," Peter croaked, his eye lids half closed. I traced his lower lip with the pad of my right thumb. I had my helmet off and a few tears were falling from my eyes.

"Sam, look at me," he whispered. I did as I was told. "You, are the best thing that's ever happened to me and I know that I would have died years ago without you. If I don't make it out-"

"Don't you dare say that, Parker. You're getting outta this alive and we are gonna get married without one of us dead," I said with an edge to my voice. Peter's eye lids were almost half way closed.

"Sam, just promise me one thing," he whispered, his voice barely there.

"What?" I said with a wavering voice. He's not gonna die today. He's not.

"Promise me that if I don't live, you'll move on," he said. "I want you to be happy."

"I can't promise that, Parker," I whispered. Peter smiled.

"Same old bucket-head," was the last thing he said before closing his eyes.

I startled awake, my hands flying to my helmet. I breathe in deep breaths, my mind still reeling in after the dream.

"What- what was that?" I asked myself. I heard someone tuff my the wall. I look over and see Peter working on this web-shooters.

"You're alive," I said without thinking. Peter snorted and looked at me.

"Wouldn't you want the me to be the opposite," he said calmly.

"No I don't," I replied. Peter looked at me briefly before going back to his web-shooters.

"We both know that's a lie."

"What the hell did I do to you, Parker!?" I snapped, losing my temper- which is very unnatural to me. Peter dropped his web-shooters and slowly looked at me. His eyes burned with anger and pain. Pain that I had caused.

"What the hell did you do? WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO!?!? You broke up with me and said that you CARED about me right AFTER!" He hissed, getting up from his spot and throwing his hands into the air to further strengthen his point.

"Well geez! I wasn't exactly myself at the moment!" I retorted back. Peter closed the cage and and stopped right in front of me.

"Hah! Wasn't yourself! You're ALWAYS yourself. You're always rude, stupid and UNCARING about EVERYTHING!" He exclaimed, jabbing a finger into my chest to empathize his point.

"Well I dated you didn't I?" I countered. Peter's eyes widened at this, but he quickly recovered.

"Pff! For about what six days, Sam? I was just your stupid experiment to see how much you could play my feelings!" Peter said. My heart felt like it was being pushed through an orange squeezer at that moment. Was that really what he thought it was?

"I didn't do it to experiment on you! I'm not the bad guy here Peter!" I replied, trying not to cry at his earlier retort.

"Really, SAM? REALLY? You're NOT the bad guy? Cause it sure looks to me like you were having fun trying to kick my ass out there!" Peter retorted, his voice filled with hurt and regret. Oh. My. God. He regretted dating me. What- what had the Goblin done?

"I wasn't exactly myself at the moment!" I tried to explain, but Peter wasn't having any of it.

"That's shit and you and I both know it." Peter hissed. Even though he was shorter than me, he still looked really scary right now.

"Then why are blaming me?!" I yelled, throwing my hands in the air.

"I'm blaming you for making me like you!" Peter said, jabbing his finger into my chest again.

"Not exactly my fault, Parker!" I hissed- which, again, was so unlike me.

"Oh it's 100% your fault. Just admit your wrong, Sam. You're obviously in way over your head," Peter simply said and I realized that he didn't mean the argument we were having. He meant our relationship. He thinks I am in way over my head with him.

"I may have lost many fights, Peter, but this is one I'm not willing to lose," I blurted out with out thinking.

"Why?" Peter asked furiously. His once clear and joyful blue eyes were filled with tears. "Why the hell won't you lose?"

"Because you mean too much to me!" I screamed. Tears were running down Peter's cheeks. He stepped back from me, hugging himself and sniffled.

"You're- you're lying," he whispered, wiping his eyes. I touched his chin gently and lifted his head to meet mine.

"I'm not. I would never intentionally hurt you," I whispered back. Peter looked into my eyes as if he was looking at the eyes of the devil.

I connected our foreheads and wipe his tears away gently. "You that I would never hurt you, right?"

Peter looked me in the eyes for a second, I though he would forgive me. But instead of forgiving me, he pulled away and walked over to his web shooters, picking them up and moving further towards the opposite wall.

He looked at me with his tear stained eyes. "Just say on your side, Sam. I don't want to deal with this right now."

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Wlep, some stuff went down. Hope you like it and Shruti, I have a message for you; SINCE I UPDATED THIS, YOU HAVE TO FOLLOW THROUGH WITH OUR PLAN!

Also, I thought Breaking Benjamin's I Will Not Bow fit this chapter pretty well.

That's all I have to say. Enjoy your night/ afternoon/morning/whatever!

Bye!

~Dani