Song:  Tchaikovsky - Lake in the moonlight.

Imagine; you're a ballet dancer and Peter gets jealous when he sees you dance with Brad, your partner.

Your dress:

Your normal clothes after:

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'You've got to hold on tighter or else I will fall!' You giggle as Brad loosely holds onto your waist, trying to lift you up.

'Okay okay, I promise I'll hold on now start the dance y/n..' he pushes you away and you both get into the starting position.

You stand arms raised and he stands with his arm lifted to the side as an invitation.

In the corner of your eye you can see Peter glaring at both you and Brad. You roll your eyes before the music starts.

You twirl and keep going to Brads position and he gently holds you by your waist as you jump up. He then makes a turn and slowly lets you glide down until you're standing on one leg.

'Perfect y/n! And Brad!' Your teacher says and you smile. 'Keep going!' She commends and you twirl right out of grasp again with him following you.

Peter sinks further into his seat, he has never seen such chemistry between two dancers, and it makes him extremely jealous. He is your boyfriend and you made sure he wouldn't feel left out, but this just isn't working when he acts so incredibly jealous for nothing.

You end with your back bend and Brad holding you by an arm wrapped around your back, keeping you from falling.

Your teacher claps when you get up again and you smile and look at Peter, hoping to see a smile or something that shows he's proud of you or something, but all you is his brows furrowed.

You decide to just shake it off and you hurry to get changed so you two can go on your planned date.

'See you tomorrow!' You wave at Brad and he smiles back at you.

Peter is already speedwalking to his car and you frown at him.

'Peter Wait up!' You yell and he lets out a frustrated sigh before stopping.

'What's going on?' You ask him as you take his hand.

He pulls his hand away and he makes a beeline for his car. You rush after him and get into the passenger seat.
He quickly starts the car and you two drive off. You're still clueless.

'Peter What's going on?, why are you angry all of the sudden?'

'You're cheating on me aren't you?, with Brad?'

'What?!, no!, we're just partners Peter...'

'I can see the way you look at each other...'

'Peter it's an act...it's part of the dance...'

'Well its a damn good one...why don't you look at me like that anymore?' He asks.

'I always look at you like that but you're clearly too busy overthinking about me and Brad...please can we just stop about this and enjoy this evening together?'

'I don't know if I can, because what I saw clearly wasn't an act...'

'Why is it so hard for you to believe me when I say I don't love him?, I'm in love with you Peter!, i could never fall for someone like Brad...'

'I want to break up...'

'What?!' You ask confused,

'You heard me...I don't want to be a couple anymore...that's to make it easier for you to go to Brad because you won't be stuck with me anymore...'

'What the hell is that supposed to mean?, Peter you're not a burden!, I love you for god sakes!, I don't love Brad!'

'I'm sorry but I can't do this anymore...' he simply replies and you try your best to keep in the tears.

'Why?'

'You spend so much time training and...you hardly spend time with me anymore, it took three weeks to plan this...'

'Well you're freaking Spider-Man! And you don't hear me complaining about that...'

'Yeah but what I do saves lives...and what you do...doesn't...' he admits and you nod, looking away.

'Stop the car...' you manage to choke out.

'No way...'

'I said stop the car, I'll walk home...' you repeat.

'It's too far...'

'I don't care, if you honestly think I'd choose Brad over you then I don't want to be in the same car as you anymore....especially when you just said the thing I love doing doesn't matter to you...'

'Y/n don't be like that...'

'Like what?, Peter... you clearly don't trust me and you just broke up with me without a real reason and you told me dancing isn't important....just let me out of the car...'

'Fine..' he pulls over by the side of the road and you hurry to get out of the car.

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You still went on with the dancing, you couldn't cancel on the competition you were trying to win together with Brad. The winner of the competition would get a spot in one of the most tough dancing schools in America and you had to get your spot.

So you danced with so much emotion, everything from the night before game back to you. The fight with Peter, the walk home.

And so when you end the dance, the point where Brad holds you by wrapping an arm around your back and letting you hang from it, one tear slides down your cheek and lands on the floor.

The crowd erupts in cheers and starts clapping for the both of you. You get pulled up by Brad and you quickly wipe the tear away before smiling at him like everything is fine.

You look around the crowd in the short amount of time you have to do so, you see everyone sitting in their places except for Peter.

Your face shows your disappointment for a second and Tony shoots you a knowing look. 

You bow before exiting the stage and running to the dressing room with tears streaming down your face, ruining your makeup with it.

'Y/n wait!' Brad yells after you but you shut the door and lock it.

You sit down in front of the mirror and you start wiping off the now ruined makeup. you also take out the bun you made with your hair and your hair falls next to your face.

You place your elbows on the small table in front of you and you bury your face in your hands as you start to heavily sob.

You really hoped he'd still be there, but of course he wasn't. The team was and you were happy with that, but you still hoped for him to show up.

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So you won together with Brad and you both got into the dance school. You both had your place reserved for when you graduate and you should be happy and out there celebrating.

But instead you're sitting on the steps to the large building, looking at the small statue you got. A ballerina as a present for "the best dance they had ever seen".

The tear was what made the judges even more willing to choose you as a winner. That one tear made the difference between you and second place.

But you lost Peter because of it, so again you should be happy, but you're not really, you want to share this with him and he's not there.

Another tear slides down your cheek, lands on the paper covered with a plastic folder, and rolls off. You quickly wipe it away and you run your fingers over the little figurine.

Then your phone buzzes and lights up, it shows a text from Peter. Saying you need to look up.

You sigh as you slowly lift your head, expecting him to stand there but to your surprise he isn't there.

It is when you start to look further away, you see what he meant.

There's a giant web with the words "I'm sorry" written on them, it's illuminated by a large city light.

You hear a rush of wind behind you and you turn around, you see Peter standing there in his tuxedo like he would've done if he were at the competition.

'I was a dick..and I'm sorry...I'm a guy...that's no excuse but I'm really sorry and...that dance was beautiful...'

'You saw?'

'I wouldn't miss it for the world...I had to leave as soon as you were done though so I had some time to prepare for my large "I'm sorry"..' he explains with an awkward smile.

'I was jealous...I was selfish...you name it and I was it yesterday...I ruined our only night out together and I broke up with you which was the dumbest thing I have done in my life, and believe me I've done some stupid things...'

You look at him, your eyes still glossed over but you're doing better and better.

'I'm really really really sorry...' he apologises and he's about to get on his knees when you stop him.

'I...I forgive you, just don't ruin any more of your suits or Tony will kill you...'

'I'm just...I really want to go back to the way things were...y/n will you please be my girlfriend again?' His eyes look hopeful and you can't help but swoon.

'Yes...' you smile and he immediately wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a much needed kiss.

'So did you get the price?' He asks curiously and out of breath.

'Well...' you start.

'Oh no...' he mutters.

'They said it was the best dance they had ever seen and I got the spot...and I won...' you smile.

'I KNEW IT!' He lifts you up and spins you around before setting you down again.

'I'm so happy for you..and if you want to i will come watch every performance or competition you will dance in...'

'You'd do that for me?'

'Of course, I lost you once, now I'm going to try to keep you...for real this time...'

You smile at him as you take his hand and you two start walking back to the tower. Your other hand carrying the stuff you got from the competition.

Turns out he felt as lost without you as you without him.