I hugged my pillow tightly and buried my face in it to muffle all the tears. Why would he do that to me!? Doesn't he get that I hate It! I HATE all of this! I never wanted this. 

When I was little I would look at all the avengers and superhero and I would think how amazing they are. But as I grew up a little I began to understand how hard and dangerous it would be to live that life. 

I was perfectly happy how my life was. Before that damn explosion. I know that my parents used to be out a lot so I wouldn't always see them. But they were still there.

I never wanted to lose them. I never wanted to get these powers and I never wanted for the war against Thanos to end like this. Well. I wanted him to die. And I wanted to be the one to do it... But I didn't want the whole world to know about it. They forget everyone else. They made me look like this indestructible weapon. 

Is that really all that I am?

A weapon of destruction?

Who am I?

What am I?

I continued to cry into my pillow.  I knew the tears would stain it silver but I didn't care. I just kept crying. Suddenly I heard my phone vibrating from my pocket. I brought it out and looked at it to see Peter's ridiculous profile picture. Usually seeing it would make me smile. Or feel a little bubbly inside. But all I felt was sour. I declined and sent him to voice mail. I saw that he had texted me multiple times before.

Peter: Y/n! I am so sorry

Peter: Please pick up your phone!

Peter: I didn't mean it. None of it. I am so sorry. I shouldn't have snapped.

Peter: You didn't deserve that.

Peter: y/n?

Peter: Please...

Peger: Where are you? 

Peter: Can you at least let me know that you got home safely?

Peter: Please y/n.

My phone kept buzzing and more messages came up. I just put my phone down on my bed side table and muted it. I wrapped the sheets around me and dug my nails into my pillow. 

So now that I run away. Now I am here by myself after he yelled at me. He texts me back saying he is sorry.

Bulls**t.

Just as I felt a fresh layer of tears merging. There was a knocking from my window. I flinched and looked to see Peter in his spider man suit without his mask. He had tear stained cheeks and his eyes were red and puffy. Why was he crying? He doesn't have the right to cry.

He put his hand on the glass and mouthed 'Please'.  I stood up and walked over to the window. I reached down to the bottom of the window.

And I locked it.

I turned around and walked back to my bed where I crawled back under the sheets. Peter kept knocking on the window and I could hear him with my enhanced hearing.

"Y/n. Please open up... I am so sorry. I didn't mean It! Please just let me in.... Please y/n." He begged. I just ignored him and tried to keep my tears in. Because I knew if I cried then Peter would hear me and he would do something to get in.

I heard a different noise from my window and looked to see Peter had left. He gave up on me. I was a hopeless case. Once I was sure he wasn't there I cried again. 

Not a minute later there was a knock from my door and the person had tried to open it but I had locked it, "Dad I really just want to be left alone right now..." I tried to stop my voice from quivering or cracking but failed to do either.

"It's me." Peter's voice spoke softly, "Please open the door y/n."

"Just go Peter." I sniffed, "Just leave me and go."

"No." Peter said firmly, "y/n I would do almost anything for you, but leaving you is not one of them." He said and chucked dryly. I didn't answer so after a silence he continued, "Y/n. I don't know what came over me. I have absolutely no excuse. I know that you hate it. I know that you never wanted it to be like this. I am so sorry... Please forgive me..."

I didn't answer. I heard him slide down the door onto the floor and sigh. A small thump sounded as he rested his head back on the door, "You know I am not going to leave you. Even if you never open this door. I won't leave. So I'll stay as close to you as you will let me until you forgive me." He said it with a tinge of a mater-of-factly kind of tone but I could still hear the strain in his voice and the subtle times when his voice would catch a little. The small things that are different to his normal cheery tone that makes me smile.

After an hour. Of pure silence I lifted my head and looked over to see his shadow on the other side of the door. Still sitting there. Still just waiting. Waiting. And waiting. Just for me to open the door.

I felt myself getting conflicted and second guessing everything. Do I open the door? 

No I can't. 

But he won't leave until I do. He really is sorry.

Yeah well he should be.

I remembered the look on his face when he was at the window. The puffy eyes and the stained cheeks. I suddenly wanted to open the door again but the other half of me pulled me down and kept me from moving.

I heard foot steps coming closer from down the hallway, "No luck?" My dad's voice spoke, "What exactly happened?" He asked as I heard him sit down.

"I screwed up." Peter voice caught up when he answered, "I screwed up big time."

"What did you say?" Dad asked again.

"I snapped at her about everything. And I told her a lot of things that weren't true. And now I think she hates me... which I can't blame her for doing because she literally told me how much she hates all of it and how much it hurts her. And yet. I had the guts and the idiocy to say it." Peter voice quivered with every word.

"You meant about everything with the Hunter?" Dad clarified and Peter must have nodded or something because he hummed in understanding, "So why are you sitting outside here then?" 

"Because she won't open the door. Or talk to me." Peter answered and I rolled me eyes.

"Yeah. I got that much but why are you still here? Why not go home?" Dad asked and he sounded like he was hinting something.

"Because I don't want to leave her. I would never forgive myself if I just walked away that easily. I'm not giving up on her that's easily. So I am going to sit here until she feels like she can open the door." 

"You know you can probably just open the door yourself?" Dad pointed out.

"I don't want to force her to do anything. Yes. I want to go in and hug her and say how sorry I am. But I deserve all of this... I'll just pray more than anything that she might forgive me." Peter mumbled and Dad hummed in understanding, "Do you think she will?..." Peter asked sadly.

Dad chuckled a little before answering, "I really hope that she is asleep right now." He said before continuing, "Y/n is very complicated. But she is also kind, smart, more mature than I will ever be, and empathetic. I know that she is going to forgive you because that's just who she is. She's not a forgive and forget person however. She does forgive easily. All that she needs is for you to look her in the eyes and mean it when you say 'I am sorry'." He paused, "And she does love you more than anything. Probably more than me which hurts a little. But hey if you want to guarantee a 100% success, a bag of chocolates will definitely help too." He joked and I heard shuffling as he stood back up.

"Thank you Mr. Stark." Peter said softly and he sounded happier.

"No problem. But before I go," There was a pause and he knocked on my door, "y/n I know you are awake. Don't use what I said about you being more mature against me." I heard him walking away, but not before saying, "By the way, when we are not working, you can call me Tony kid."

I could picture the smile that would have beamed across his face. I huffed and squeezed my pillow again. I imagined Peter being my pillow and him hugging me instead and I felt a lot better, "You are so going to use that against him aren't you." Peter muttered to me and I cracked a smile. That was it. I quietly got out from under the covers and walked to the door. I unlocked it and opened it.

Peter feel over backwards from his sitting position because he was leaning all of his weight on the door. He let out a weird sound. His eyes flicked up to look up at me from at my feet and he quickly jumped up. He lept forward and tackled me into a warm hug. I could feel his heart beating as he held me closely. He nuzzled his face into my neck and stroked my hair.

He jumped a little as if he remembered something. He pulled away a little reluctantly and cupped my face with both hands. He looked into my eyes and stroked my cheek with one of his thumbs, "I really am so sorry." He said sincerely. I looked into his eyes and studied how his eyebrows were knit together and the hurt expression in his eyes. He meant it. 

"Okay." I nodded a little. I smiled a little at how Dad basically predicted everything I just did and laughed at myself. He smiled and pulled me into another hug. But then I felt my gut flinch a little and I knitted my eyebrows together. I suddenly had a weird feeling that was telling me something was really wrong.

I pulled away from the hug and looked around, trying to find where the danger was. I felt something as my eyes glanced over Peter so I looked behind him but there was nothing... "Is everything ok?" Peter asked me confused. I looked at Peter again and I felt the warning going off.

Was Peter a danger?

No that can't be right... "Uh, no... I uh just thought I heard a noise from somewhere. It was probably Dad dropping something in the lab or something like that." I made up an excuse to cover my own confusion.

"Oh right." Peter laughed a little, "Yeah probably." I tried to smile but it didn't really work because that same massive gut warning was going crazily every time I look at Peter. I managed a smile and looked into Peter's eyes to try and find maybe a hint of what was happening...

And I saw a flicker of something.

And it was not the sparkle in Peter's eyes. There was something else in there. And I felt a spark in my stomach and I suddenly wanted to get as far away from Peter as I possibly could, "Uh, I guess I'll see you at school." I smiled.

"Yeah. Yeah." He smiled but he seemed to realise my strange behaviour. He cupped my check and went to kiss me but the spike jabbed my brain and I lowered my head. Peter quickly retracted and tried to cover up his sad expression, "Sorry." He muttered.

"Don't worry. I just am still a little tossed that's all." I rubbed my arm. I lent forward and kissed Peter's cheek, making a bright smile split across his face. I looked into his eyes again and the flicker was gone for a little but I didn't ignore the feeling I still got, "Bye Pete." I turned around and walked back into my room.

I heard Peter leave and I sat on my bed. I rested my head on my hand as I looked at the blank wall. Trying to figure out what the hell just happened. I knew one thing for sure.

Something was terribly wrong.

A/N: Hey!!!!! 

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