Fanaa (Peter Parker)

Chapter 11

I can love you in silence, never out loud.

This love leaves bloodstains on my once white linens.

After my very nice and super cold shower, I dry my hair and put on a change of clothes. I grab one of Bucky's big t shirts and a pair of short cotton shorts. I also put on a pair of black knee-high socks since I know I'll get cold in the movie room. I sit on my bed and let out a sigh.

I can't believe I did that with Peter.

I'm still in shock over the events that occurred less than an hour ago. Never in a million fucking years would I have guessed something like that would happen. I mean, I'm not complaining because damn was it fun and I low key want it to happen again.

The way his hands felt on my body and the roughness of his touch. I walk over to my long mirror and raise my shirt. I see the bruises I won't allow heal on my hips from the pressure he put on them. I then pull down the top of my shirt and trace the marks he left from his mouth along my collarbone and down to my chest. Damn, he's good.

I realize that I have been standing, looking at myself in the mirror for a while, so I back away and head for my door. I let out a sigh and turn the handle and head for the movie room. The entire time on my way there, I couldn't get Peter out of my head. He was like a drug that was in my system that wouldn't leave.

I step off the elevator once I make it to the floor with the movie room. I reach the door and I stand right in front of it. I can do this. I put my hand on the door and enter. I look around and see Bucky, Sam, Steve and Stark, sitting around the room.

"Stark! You made it." I go over to him and he stands up and wraps his arm around me.

He smiles down at me. "I know, I was able to pull away for a little to hang with you guys since it's been so long." I ruffle his hair and pull away from him.

I greet the rest of the guys and then turn my attention back to Stark. "Hey, I need a word with you for a second." The conversation I had the Peter in the training room enters my mind, reminding me I need to have a little one-on-one with Stark.

He walks towards me and puts his hands in his pockets. "Am I in trouble Rosati? Are you here to punish me?" He jokes and winks at me. At any other time, I probably would've played along but this is serious.

I sigh and look him in the eyes. "Tony, I'm serious." His eyes widen as I finally used his first name and he gives me a nod. I lead him to the back of the movie room, away from the others.

"What's wrong Iris? You never use my first name." I can tell I made him nervous with how he can't stand still.

"Look, I had a talk with Parker earlier and he was pretty fucking pissed that you won't let him go on missions by himself." He goes to say something, but I put my hand up to silence him. "Yes, I know you care for him and think he needs more training, and I agree. The thing is, however, he's not a kid anymore Tony and he needs to be treated as an adult."

He runs his hands over his face. "I know, but to me, he's still that fifteen-year-old kid I picked up in Queens wearing a onesie as a suit." I let out a chuckle.

I grab his hand and make him hold eye contact with me. "I know, and he always will be. But he is an adult now and he can handle himself. So please, let him go out on his own, he'll never learn if he doesn't try." I pat Starks cheek and he gives me a small smile.