Peter Parker Imagines/Oneshots

Movie Night (Part 2)

Warnings: Angst

Peter's POV

I was surprised at how quickly (Y/n) fell asleep, but then again she had just spent the past 2 hours training with Black Widow. The least she deserves is a small nap.

I glanced down at her every few minutes, admiring her beautiful features. Her hair was up in a messy bun, and she had a few bruises across her arms, but all my mind saw was perfection.

Everyone noticed our relationship change almost two months ago after we went to prom together, strictly as friends, I might point out. We didn't have this big confession of love for each other, and neither of us actually said they liked the other in that way, but it was clear something was different between us.

Obviously I couldn't speak for her, but I know I started falling for her almost a year ago when I first became an Avenger. There's only a few months age gap between her and I, and that seemed to only urge our friendship on even faster. The only thing that kept me from confessing was the fact that us being together would put her in danger. That's one of the shitty parts about being a known superhero. Everyone you love is in danger every second of every day. I had started to grow more comfortable with the idea of being with her, but occasionally worries would slip back into my mind, setting back all of the trust and progress we had made by months. 

I'm shot out of my thoughts as she readjusts next to me, her arm subconsciously wrapping around my waist, before settling back down. Butterfly's exploded in my stomach, and a wide grin spread across my face.

Only when I looked back up at the tv did I realize everyone was staring at us. Well actually at me. Nat, Clint, and Sam were smirking at us. Bucky and Wanda showed a big smile. Steve just gave a nod of his head, the corner of his mouth turned up into a half smile. Tony gave a suspicious look as if wondering if I was going to flip her off the couch.

My heart started racing, and I was suddenly very nervous about how much body contact I currently had with her.

Without really thinking about how my actions may affect my relationship with her in the future, I move her body off of mine, leaning her head against the back of the couch. I stand up quickly, walking to the elevator.

"I'm going to bed," I call back to everyone, pounding my finger against the arrow pointing up. The doors open almost immediatly, and I step inside. I turn around just a split second before the doors closed, but the only thing that caught my eye was (Y/n)'s face, staring back at me with a mix between a sad and hurt expression. Then the doors shut, cutting her gaze from mine, and I slowly made my way up to my room, silently cursing myself for what I had just done.

(Y/n)'s POV

Even after the door's to the elevator shut, you just couldn't seem to pry your eyes away from the last place you saw Peter. You knew his concerns about being with you, but you swore to him that you didn't care. Everytime that you thought things just mihgt work out between you two, he pulled away, breaking your heart all over again each time.

Your eyes felt wet, but you swore you wouldnt cry. After another few seconds of staring at the closed elevator doors, you spin back around in your seat, facing the large tv screen. You bring your knees up to your chest, crossing your arms over your knees and resting your chin on them.

You didn't even notice everyone else's shocked expressions. They had no clue why Peter had just done what he did, and they were at a loss for words of what they should say to you, or if they should say anything.

"I think i'm gonna head up to bed too," you mutter, not bothering to give anyone a second glance. Once you were on the 26th floor, the one you just so happened to share with Peter, you walked down the long hallway towards your room. You hesitated when you passed Peter's room, looking down at the small sliver of light coming from underneath his door.