i don't have a home.....

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Peter's POV

"Не заставляй меня повторяться. Кто ты?!" ( I won't repeat myself. Who are you?!) She had a thick Russian accent. He asked as calmly and as slowly as possible; "Do you speak English?" She looked confused so He took that as a no.

"Меня зовут Петр. Я не хочу делать тебе больно. Как твое имя?"(My name is Peter. I don't want to hurt you. What's your name?) "Астра. Меня зовут Астра Алианова. (Astra. My name is Astra Alianova.) She answered, suddenly feeling bad for holding a knife to his throat.

"Хорошо. Вы говорите по-английски?" (Alright. Do you speak English?) He asked. She shook her head no. 'Oh, shit!' He thought to himself. "Сколько тебе лет? Мне 16." ( How old are you? I'm 16.) "I Я верю, что мне скоро исполнится 15" (I believe I'm about to turn 15.) 'Okay, so my age.' He thought to himself. "Где твой дом?" (Where is your home?) He asked, hoping to find more information on her and to make sure she returns home safe. "У меня нет дома." (I-i don't have a home.)"Хорошо, вот что мы будем делать." (Okay here's what we're gonna do.) he said, reaching his hand out for her to take it. "Я верну тебя туда, где живу, и принесу еды и чистой одежды. Это нормально с тобой?" (I'm gonna bring you back to where I live and get you some food and clean clothes. Is that okay with you?) He said, trying to be as gentle and quiet with her as superhumanly possible. She nodded, cautiously grasping her hand into his.

Astra's POV

*Author's note all of Astra's thoughts will be in Russian unless I say differently. Also, from now on all author's note will be indented. :)*

I always liked watching old shows. Not just because that was all I was allowed to watch, but because it was fun watching and dreaming of a life I was never going to be able to live myself. I remember, in one episode of Full House, DJ described her feelings for her crush as a fluttery, sensation in the pit of your stomach. I never thought that I would feel it, until my hand interlocked with his. They fit like they were made to to be together. *Yes I know it's corny, bare with me.*

Third Person Pov

Peter suddenly felt a sort of electric shock throughout his body. It was like he was put on the electric chair or revived by voltage in a hospital after flat-lining. "Я заберу тебя сейчас. Все хорошо?" ( I'm gonna pick you up now. Is that okay?) She nodded with agreement and took a deep in. He snaked his arm around her waist, his hand gripping her waist. She put her arms around his neck and her thighs around his torso.

 His face burned as red her hair as he felt her body practically perfectly mold into his

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His face burned as red her hair as he felt her body practically perfectly mold into his. He quickly shot a web at the nearest building and hopped up, looking for Avengers Tower on the horizon. As soon it came into his peripheral vision, he swung off, with only one question on his mind: What the fuck is going to happen now?

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