Secrets - Peter Parker x Reader

Chapter Seven

I decided to go out on the deck for awhile to look at the stars before going to bed. It was so calming and somewhere I could reallly clear my head. Peter is new, and exciting. Bucky, I know I was in love him. I just don't know if I still am. When we went out to eat all my attention was on Peter. Maybe that's just because Buckys basically treated me like a little girl since he forgot about me. I heard the door slide opened and hoped it was Steve.
"Hey." The hair on the back of my neck stood up.
"Hi." I turned and saw bucky. We used to sit here when everyone else was asleep.
"Clearing your head huh?" He said and sat in the chair next to me.
"Yeah."Wait, how did he know that. Old Bucky knew that. No, everyone looks at the stars to clear their head it's not just me.
"So Steve tells me I need to help get you with Peter. It's kind of funny, you're like a little sister it feels wrong trying to set you up."
Ouch.
"But hey, anything for you y/n" He smiled and looked up at the sky. We sat in silence for awhile, but it was nice. I looked over at him and he reallt was deep in thought. It reminded me of how we used to sit out here and have such deep conversations. I miss him. I think i always will. I decided to get up, he didn't stop he of course.
"Goodnight y/n." He said right before I closed the door behind me.

I laid awake most of the night not able to sleep. I wanted to talk to Peter. Something about him drew me in, I decided screw it I'm going to his room.

I tiptoed down the halls until I got to his room. I noticed his light was still on.
"Peter?" I said slowly opening the door knocking.
"Hey." He smiled up at me. He was laying in his bed. "I was kind of hoping you'd show up."
"Can I uhh sit?" I asked nervously.
"Yeah of course." He sat up and I realized he wasn't wearing a shirt. I sat down at the end of his bed.  "So whats up?" He asked.
"I just have a lot on my mind." I looked out his window. He had a nice view, maybe nicer than mine.
"Y-you can lay down if you want." He said, I could feel his nerves from here. I nodded and laid down as far from him as possible. I was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, definitely not matching his outfit. I laid there uncomfortably for a while. All I wanted to do was lay in his arms.

Out of no where it happened. A flashback. PTSD. I sat up and began crying. Almost immediately Peter pulled me into his chest laying me down with him. I breathed in and out like my therapist said.
"Peter talk to me." I tried to say as clearly as possible.
"You have the prettiest eyes I've ever seen. And you're hair falls perfectly on your shoulders." He took a deep breath and I could hear his heart beat get faster. I started to calm down. "I've never felt this way. When I look into your eyes I lose myself. I get lost. Laying here right now, I feel whole." He still held me tightly as I calmed down. I was finally back to normal but he didn't let go. I put my hand on his chest. He tighten up, but took a breath and started rubbing my back.
"I feel the same way." I closed my eyes and fell asleep to the feeling of his hand making circles on my back.