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Knock Knock

The sound of a vibrating phone wakes you up on that summer morning, the sun just kissing the horizon. You roll onto your side and reach out to your phone, the lock screen is bombarded by Peter's messages.

Peter - I'm really sorry I stormed off.

Peter - Do you want to have breakfast together? :)

Peter - I can give you a tour if you want x

Peter - We can watch back to the future tonight x

You pause at the phone, not quite sure what to respond with. You reluctantly place the phone back onto your bedside table, face down. As you step out of bed, your bare feet touch the cool floor. You walk into your own bathroom and get ready for the day. Your midtown hoodie and a pair of leggings is all you can manage to throw on before you walk out of the bedroom door and down into the kitchen. Getting slightly lost on the way, you stroll to the kitchen and sit at the table. Steve walks in through the door. "Good morning." You hear his voice behind you so you twist around on your seat to look at him.

"Morning, Rogers." You look him up and down. His skin glistening with sweat, obviously he had just come from the gym. He rushes over to the counter.

"Do you want some breakfast?" He hopefully smiles at you.

"I'm okay." He looks slightly disappointed. "Thank you." There is a moment of silence in the room. Not necessarily bad silence, but definitely not good. "Have you seen Peter?" His face drops, he looks very obviously disappointed now. Luckily, Bruce's jovial voice enters the room.

"I haven't seen him this morning yet. He is probably still in his room." He comes in slightly closer to you and speaks in a hushed tone. "I think I might have heard him crying last night." You look concerningly at Bruce. Crying? He was crying? What did you do wrong?

"I should go and see if he is okay. I will see you both later." You leave the kitchen and walk back up the stairs to the apartments. You cautiously stroll to his room, trying not to get lost along the way. As you reach his door, you force your hand into a fist and knock on the door. Your hear his heavy footprints move towards the door and it swings open. His eyes trail the floor and his face is bleak and sorrowful but as his eyes pounce up, a smile consumes his face.

"Y/n!" An excitable passion releases inside of him. You can tell he wants to hug you but instead stands awkwardly at the doorway. "Sorry, come in." You walk into his room to see the ACDC records piled up on his shelfs and the poster of atomic formulae he's has since he was about 8. God, he is such a nerd. You perch on the end of his bed and he returns to where, you presume, he was sat before.

"What happened last night?" you ask him kindly.

"Nothing." He answers quickly and sharply, without hesitation.

"Peter." You look into his eyes deeply. "Please, tell me." He stays silent and averts his gaze down to his fiddling and anxious hands. "Come on, when did we stop telling each other stuff, eh?" You nudge his playfully and he begins to chuckle but the joy fades from his face as he looks back up at you.

"Not this." He appears almost disappointed in himself. Hopelessly, you peer down to the floor, not too sure what to say.

"Umm.. it's okay. I'm sorry if I pushed you." Tears prick the backs of your eyes. A lump forms in your throat. What if it was something really bad? You had ruined last night by singing a stupid song you didn't even think was that could anyway. " I- I should go." As you stand and begin to pace out, Peter stands up next to you and grabs your arm. You look down at his grasp on you and you look back into his eyes. "Peter. Let go of me." You shake your arm and struggle out of his hold but he does not release you.

"Please, just let me explain." Desperation swims in his eyes.

"You have nothing to explain to me. I'm sorry, you don't need to tell me anything. I shouldn't have asked. You would have told me if you wanted me to know. I-" He pushes his lips against yours and the hold on your arm moves down to your hand. In shock, you pull back and freeze.

"You- You kissed me?" Eyes squinting in confusion, your mind races around the past three years with Peter as your friend. Why now? What had changed?

"Yeah, I did." You can tell he is trying to read you. Trying to get inside your head and see what you are thinking about. 

"But- I- We -" You run, trip, and crash over your words.

"This was a mistake wasn't it?" He snaps his hand away from you. "I've messed everything up." He places both hand on his forehead and begins to pace around his room. He mumbles to himself, "Oh, what have I done?"

"Peter." He looks hopefully at you, dropping his arms and the stress vanishes from his face. You step towards him, hold his face in your hands and kiss him. Sweetly, dreamily, lovingly.