All Of Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

Chapter 35

Things haven't been the same since Katherine yelled at Liz, but the blonde had expected that when she came back to see her friend asleep on the couch in the early hours of the morning. She came back with burning eyes and a sore throat, her knees ready to give out. She had debated stealing a pack of beer from a nearby gas station, but she was too tired to do anything and walked back home. She stopped halfway through the living area as she thought that word.

Home.

She had a resemblance to a home now. It hadn't been that long since she and Liz had been away from HYDRA, but this crumbled, molding, piece of shit "lair" was her home now, along with Liz... The thought only made her body physically ache more, her memories bringing up the events of the last few hours. Guilt hooked itself to the core of her soul and tugged until it felt like it would rip her apart.

This home won't last long anyway, not when we're so close, she thought.

Against her better judgment, she looked back at Liz. Even asleep, Katherine could feel the sadness radiating off of her. And the fact that the heater was pointed away from the couch only added to it, leading her to walk over and turn the heater towards Liz.

Damn me and my bleeding heart, she scolded herself as she went to the old mattress on the opposite side of the room.

She'd spend all night thinking of a way to make it up to her.

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Peter found (y/n) doing something new. It wasn't a dangerous kind of new, or a new that would get him injured in some way, but he'd been surprised when he walked into Tony's lab to find her for their weekend training session. When Peter peeked his head around the door, he found that a whole new section had been added (which wasn't a problem, seeing as Tony gave himself more than enough room in his labs), and saw (y/n) hovering over a piece of glowing metal grasped in a set of prongs.

"What are you doing?" he asked, walking further in but still keeping his distance.

"Blacksmithing," (y/n) responded, not bothering to look at him.

"Blacksmithing?" he repeated. "Why? You already have a million different swords and stuff," he said.

"Did Tony stop at one suit, or did he keep making more for different reasons?" she asked.

Peter opened his mouth to throw a joking quip back, but shut it as he saw her plunge the hot metal into a water bucket, making him tighten the grip he had on his backpack. After a second of silence, (y/n) looked back at him and planted a smirk on her face. They both knew it was fake, but it was the effort that (y/n) made to physically let him know that she had gotten him. She was doing it in a weird form of harmless spite against him.

Peter half-heartedly rolled his eyes. "What are you making then?" he asked her.

"More throwing knives," she told him.

"Why?" he asked.

"I lose them regularly," she answered.

"You mean you don't flash them back into your magical pocket dimension thing?" he asked.

"No. It's like the bullets for my guns. If I want them back, I have to go looking for them, and in the heat of a battle, that takes extra time I normally don't have," she said, taking the metal out and walking over to the counter next to the forge where a set of tools and small bits of cut metal were laid out.

"Oh, so it's a touch thing? Like you have to have it in your hand for it to go back?" he asked.

(Y/n) froze for a fraction of a second before continuing her blacksmithing. "I guess. Never thought about that. But I'm hoping to make a set of throwing knives that can come back to me so I don't have to keep making new ones," she said.