[3] ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴍᴀʀᴠᴇʟ.

36.| ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ [2]

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[36]. I Love You.
[PART TWO]
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THE ENTIRE RIDE TO Kate's house was indeed very tiring. I couldn't think of what the hell to say to her. It's like everything that came to mind just seemed too cheesy and corny. Once I arrived I knocked on the door, her family's maid let me in and told me that Kate had been up in her room. So that's exactly where I was at right now.

Outside of her door standing there like some creepy ass weirdo. Once I get the courage to knock... I do exactly that.

"Go away," Kate says.

I roll my eyes and open up the door. There she was at her desk typing away. "Kate..."

Kate clearly knows it's my voice, she doesn't bother to look at me, she just looks up and out of her window. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you."

Kate inhales sharply. "Get out."

Do I get out? Of course not. Instead, I shut the door behind me. "Kate... we have to talk."

"I don't want to talk to you. I- I don't even want to look at you." Kate spat, her voice breaking. "Come to think of it: I don't ever want to see you again. So, just get out.

"Give me a chance to just explain my—"

"What is there to even explain? I see everything perfectly clear." Kate still doesn't look at me.

I shake my head. "No, Kate. There are things that you— that you can't see. Okay? You have every right to be angry with me but you kissed that— that random ass girl—"

"I'm not asking you for your permission." She finally looks at me. And her eyes were just as teary as the day before.

"I know..." I softly say. "I know you're mad at me. I know kissing Peter— it wasn't the right thing. B- but I didn't know how to feel. I was mad, and I wanted you to feel how I felt."

Kate turns to face me, she was upset. "Are— are you kidding me? I don't care if you kissed Peter fucking Parker. I'm mad that you practically forced me to care about you just so you could jump out of the car and act like our kiss didn't mean a damn thing to you! And then you pushed me away! It's like you wanted this shit to happen but for what? Because you're scared? Well, guess what Natasha, I'm scared too. And if Peter is who you're in love with then I wish you would've said something before I went and fell in love with you!"

"I'm not in love with Peter. I never was."

"Liar."

I scoff. "I don't like Peter—"

"Then why'd you kiss him? And why were you always so eager for us to get along." Kate was now up on her feet standing right in front of me.

"Because I wanted my two best friends to get along. I couldn't last another second with the petty arguments." I reply.

"Then why push me away!?"

"Because I was scared, Katherine." I huff, I begin to ramble. "Because you have this powerful hold on me that no one has ever had. Y- you're able to control me and calm me. You make me feel a certain way that no one has ever made me feel. I got overwhelmed... so I thought if I pushed you away then—"

"I'd become someone else's problem?" Kate interrupts, her eyes still teary.

I don't respond.

Kate nods. "Well... guess what? I'm not your problem anymore, Natasha. You could go back to your perfect little group with your perfect little friends and feel however you want. Because I will never make you feel anything again. And you know what...  without me—"

"What?"

"Without me... I don't think you know how to have feelings."

My breath hitches for a split second. I nod not saying a word, I just walk back to the door.

"Shut the door on your way out."

I stop at the door, it's still closed. I think for a moment. Remembering Dad's words and him telling me to fight for her. "You're right..." I say.

"Right about what?"

I turn around, sighing. "Without you... I'd feel nothing. The only time I feel any type of pain, love, or even happiness is when I'm with you."

Kate stays silent, she just shakes her head.

"I pushed you away because I was scared... because I wanted to escape the truth." I continue to speak, taking a step closer. "The truth being that—"

"What? Huh? What?" Kate says, she stands to her feet once more and storms towards me. "What is it, Kate? Say it!"

"It's that I'm in love with you!"

Kate shakes her head. "I don't believe you."

I nod. "It's true."

"It's not true. Nothing you say to me is true. You're a liar." Kate spat. "I don't—"

"Katherine, I love you—"

"Stop lying to me!" Kate shouts, she grabs ahold of me and wraps her hand around my neck as she pushes me into the door.

"I love you!" I argue, ignoring the fact that she had her hand around my neck. I know that even in moments like this she wouldn't hurt me. She couldn't. "I've loved you since day one, Kate. And no matter how hard I try to push you away— I- I can't escape you. I don't want to escape you— not anymore. I want you."

Kate stays still for a moment, her hand loosens around my neck. So I took that as a chance to change positions. Kate's back was now pressed against the wall as we kissed. Everything around us fell. All her books on her shelves. Her photo frames on the wall. But we ignored it. Kate continues to place kisses on my neck, I roll my head back giving her access to more exposed skin.

After a good hour and a half later of doing you know what. We were now in the bathtub. I sat in between her legs as the soap bubbles covered our bodies. She places a kiss on my cheek and then my neck.

I smile looking leaning back and placing a kiss on her lips. And another hour later, we were finally dressed and in our clothing. We were in bed, both staring at the ceiling.

"So... what now?" Kate softly questions, she runs her fingers over my exposed skin.

I shudder at her touch, shrugging a bit. "I want to be with you."

"What's stopping you?"

I turn around, facing her. "Nothing. Nothing is anymore."

Kate turns around as well, smiling. "So be my girlfriend."

I hum. "I'll think on it."

Kate snorts. "You're an asshole."

I smirk, I sit up and straddle her. "I'd love nothing more than to be your girlfriend, Katherine Bishop."

Kate smiles widely and kisses me. I instantly kiss back. When we pulled away I laid my head in the crook of her neck.

There was nowhere else I'd rather be than in the arms of my first love.