Hi lovely passengers!! Thanks for reading, and voting!! Please, don't be shy to comment, I will respond if you do, because I promise I read your comments, always. Now, remember to vote and comment!! Love you lots!! Now, this is the same timeline from What's Wrong With You, the first chapter of this book. Peter and you are in a romantic relationship now, nonbinary pronouns. Mk, I'll shut up now.
"PETER!!!!!" You call to where Peter is, downstairs in his lab built into your penthouse thing in the compound.
"WHAT?!?!?!?" He yells back.
"CAN I TALK TO YOU FOR A MINUTE?!?!?!" You yell back.
"SURE, ONE SECOND!!" He responds again, then you hear a bit of rustling and the sound of his footsteps climbing the stairs. "Okay, what is your world ending crisis?"
"Peter, I have a question about what Dr. Isabel told me to do the last session." You explain.
"Okay, what is that question?" He asks, a little over the whole situation.
"She told me to write a letter with my feelings to all the people who have ever wronged me, then burn them, ya with me?" You clarify, he nods. "I did that, but now I don't know what to do with all of the letters I wrote." You say, holding up the envelopes that house them.
"What the hell did you do?!?!" Peter questions, worried and angry.
"What did you mean, I did what she told me to do." You answer again.
"(Y/F/N) Laufeyson, I will ask you again." Peter continues, his fuse shortening, you still can't figure out why. "What. The. Fucking. Hell. Did. You. Do?" Peter repeats, over punctuating each word with fury.
"I wrote letters to my om, my dad, my sister, my brother, my original therapist, my foster families, and this one dude that almost killed me once, I call him the potato sack man, then I went and burned the graves and any flowers of the dead people, tracked down the people that are alive, and just gave them second degree steam burns on five percent of their body. Don't worry though Peter, I called an ambulance and didn't get caught and wore a mask, no one knows it was me." You recite to Peter, mentally checking that you covered all of the bases you needed to.
"(Y/N) you were SUPPOSED to burn the LETTERS. BURN THE LETTERS, (Y/N), NOT THE PEOPLE, THE LETTERS!!" Peter huffed, you just shrugged.
"She should've been more clear about that, how am I supposed to know she meant the letters if she doesn't say so?" You defend, still not really caring.
"Most people assume that you won't just give people steam burns like it happens every day!!" Peter scolds.
"It does!!!" You argue
"I swear, you are impossible." Peter huffs, exasperated.
"You still love me." You say, pecking his forehead as you make your exit for whatever reason, you didn't really know why, but why not.
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Marvel Imagines
FanfictionJust a book of random imagines that I wanted to write. More about the story in first chapter. I don't own most characters, all rights reserved.
