The White Wolf: Of Robots and Men {3}

Gods, monsters, and super soldiers

"̶I̶ ̶d̶i̶d̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶g̶i̶v̶e̶ ̶a̶ ̶f̶u̶c̶k̶.̶ ̶T̶h̶e̶n̶ ̶I̶ ̶d̶r̶a̶n̶k̶ ̶a̶ ̶r̶e̶d̶ ̶b̶u̶l̶l̶.̶ ̶T̶h̶e̶n̶ ̶I̶ ̶d̶i̶d̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶g̶i̶v̶e̶ ̶a̶ ̶f̶l̶y̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶f̶u̶c̶k̶.̶"̶

So, I know that the music doesn't play for those who are reading which is annoying. Imma plug a pole in right bellow 

😊or :)-for no more music just pictures 
❤ or <3- for just music no pictures
👑 or CROWN - for both 

I'm happy to do any plz choose for me loll love u all! Enjoy! 

*3rd POV* 

The two stay side by side the rest of the night. Their hands intertwined. They don't dance again, but the way the two glide around between the crowds of people make up for it. He makes her laugh, and she makes him smile. 

Gods, monsters, and super soldiers. With all those things being real, how can someone even question the idea that maybe, just maybe they were meant to have met. 

The gazes fall away though, when the two walk out onto the balcony. 

*Peter's POV*

I can't stop looking at her. My necklace is around her neck, and her gaze is as fiery as the one she used to wear when she first met us. Her steps are kind and gentle. She dares the floor to give out from underneath her. 

She catches me looking at her and smiles sheepishly. Sometimes, it's easy to forget we're still in highschool. Sometimes, it's just me and her

"We're sure we're doing the right thing...right Peter?" She asks, her melodic voice taking me slightly by surprise

"Why do you ask?" I question, turning toward her 

"People know you as Peter Parker, Tony Stark's right hand man even though you're only an intern. Dating me? All those people out there, who want to hurt my dad? You?" she pauses "Who want to hurt me..." She says

Without thinking I grab onto her hand "If they come? Let them." 

She smiles questioningly at me, so I continue " Let them come, because it's better to live and be happy and love then to run and never love again. Then? Then, they win even without coming for us." 

"Peter?" She whispers, her face inches from mine "Why does it feel so strong? We...we never really had this before, why now?" 

Out heads touch and for a second I see all the times when we first met. Her above me helping me while I was hurt. Her wrapped in a blanket. Both of us on the roof. Her pink face in the snow. "Today." I say 

"We met today, all those years ago." She whispers almost of out breath

I feel a tug in my chest. It's happiness, and sadness. Vulnerability and awe. Suddenly her lips are on mine and mine on hers. 

*Adriana's POV*

The air is colder up here, but all I feel is the warmth of his lips. All I feel is his body pressed to mine. When we break apart I can feel small strands of hair around my face twisting in the wind. Reaching out, Peter gently tucks one of them behind my ear.