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A Love Song

You hear dull rustling in the room next to you as you open your window and pop your head out the side. Peter flings out of his bedroom window, sticks to the outside wall, and crawls vertically towards you. You step back quickly so he can enter through the widow yet, given the space he was offered, he decides to somersault through the window, landing on your bed and continuing to roll off onto the floor like a bowling ball, knocking over your guitar propped up against the wall. He energetically stands up and looks at you before opening his arms and exclaiming "Tah dah!". You fall onto the floor laughing.

"Can you not be a little bit quieter?"

"Oh come on that required a lot of skill."

"Whatever you say, spiderboy."

"Did you want to watch a film?" You grin at him, like he already knows the answer. "Right, what film do you want to watch?" You giggle and grin at him again.

"Back to the future?"

"Again? Are you serious?" Peter laughs and fall back onto the bed.

"Pleaseeeeeeeee?"

"Fine! But you have to sing something first."

You roll your eyes and reluctantly stroll over to your guitar propped up against the wall. You sit in front of him, crossed legged on the bed and begin to run your fingers over the strings of the guitar. A harmonic and haunting beautiful voice fills the room as you begin to sing. You sing a love song. A love song that you wrote. Your voice continues to flow through the air, gliding across the room, dancing in Peter's head. 

"That was beautiful." You can tell his voice is brittle and teary. You look up from the strings to see a tear fall from Peter's cheek, as another begins to roll down he pushes it away with his sleeve over his hand. Your voice pauses.

"Peter? What's wrong?" You release the strings from your fingers and place your hand on his knee.

"I- I don't know." You hold him in an embrace and his head falls effortlessly into your shoulders. "Was that a love song?"

You become nervous and unsettled. Was this is? Was this the moment you told him how much you liked him? After all this time? "Yeah, it was." You see his face drop curiously, you see what he wants to say written in bold behind his eyes. "I didn't write it about anyone, I just- I just wrote it."

"Oh okay." There is a moment of silence in the room, but that moment feels like an eternity. "I should get going."

Shock slaps your face. "What? We haven't watched the film yet." Before you can finish your sentence, he is out the window and you are left alone. You lay your head down on your light pillow, reflecting on the day. So... Peter is Spiderman - that was a given, The Falcon is actually a really good cook, Thor is a lot taller than you thought (like a lot) and Captain America flirted with you. With that thought you slowly drift off into a peaceful sleep.