Fanaa (Peter Parker)

Chapter 23

I wilted waiting for you to water me with your affection. I died in a curled-up mess, with pieces of myself falling off my bones. All because I was waiting for you to feed me the love you never had.

She set fire to the world around her, but never let a flame touch him.

"You should eat something."

We've trapped Peter here for the past two weeks and well... it's been a shitshow if I'm being honest. He barely talks and if he does, it's to say, 'fuck you' or 'fuck off' or his personal favorite 'I hate you Rosati'.

He's been going through withdrawals and is super fucking moody, worse than usual. I mean, yes, we did kidnap him and locked him in metal chains, but it's for his own good.

The asshole also refuses to eat anything and will only drink water. I'm at my breaking point with him and I'm about to force Bucky to shove food down his throat or put him on a feeding tube.

"Fuck off Rosati." Peter says as he denies the food, once again, that I have so nicely provided for him.

I drop the food on the ground, and it hits the floor with a loud bang. "Fine then, see if I care." I say, giving up on trying to be nice to him anymore.

I turn around from my spot in the room and head for the door. I'm way over being the good cop with him. If he wants to treat me like an asshole, then he will get the same in return.

"That's it?" Peter mumbles out as my hand reaches the door.

I let out an annoyed sigh and turn around to face him. "Yes, that's it." I throw my hands in the air, feed up with this constant routine. "I'm done Peter. I'm getting off this merry-go-round with you." I walk towards him again. "You curse at me and say awful things and I'm done taking the verbal abuse. You don't want to get better, that's fine. That's on you cause I'm done." I wait for him to say something, but he just stares at me. I let out a humorless laugh and shake my head. "Have Stark take care of you, I resign." I mumble out and turn around to leave again.

Before I make it to the door, his small voice calls out to me again. "Don't go.... please don't leave me alone." He says in a whisper, so small I almost didn't recognize the voice.

I turn around slowly and see his head facing towards the floor, like he's embarrassed, or he just got scolded. "Why should I stay?" I say and cross my arms over my chest.

He stays silent for a moment before he turns his head in my direction. "Because you're the one who got me in this shit in the first place. The least you can do—"

"Bye." I interrupt him before he can finish his most likely rude statement. I go to leave again but he stops me.

"No! Fuck, I'm sorry." He yells out, pleading with me. I stop walking but stay with my back facing him. "I'll be good, just please don't leave." He finishes with the same small voice from earlier.

I shake my head, still not facing him. "Peter, I can't keep doing this." I turn around and walk so I'm standing in front of him. "I care for you so much, but I can't keep being your punching bag. Every word that leaves your mouth is stab wound to add to my collection." I say loudly.

I feel myself start to break down and I can't stop the word vomit from leaving my mouth. I have built up so much love and hate for him over the past couple of months and the box of him in the back of my mind is overflowing. 

"I have ruined myself for a love that you do not possess. I have torn off pieces of myself trying to prove my love for you. You just keep ripping through my already dead heart and I've re-stitched it back together so many times that my hands are numb. I've been repeatedly stabbed by you and I keep handing you the fucking knife." I collapse to the floor on my knees in front of him as the black tears leave my eyes. "I hate to say this, but I can't wait to feel the happiness of when all the parts of me that are still in love with you, drip away like nectar from my bones and I can finally breathe again..." I say quietly with my head hang low. I wipe the tears from my eyes harshly. "I'm so over pathetically crying over you." I say bitterly.