𝐸𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠 · 𝑃.𝑃

~32~

y/n's POV

I was flying around the city until I found it. I landed on the ground with flowers in my hand. I placed them on Tony's grave as I knelt in front of it. I didn't know what else to do so I just sat there, crying as I looked at the headstone covered head to toe in letters, candles, stuffed animals and all sorts of crap that people that didn't even know him had left there. I tidied them up a bit and dusted the top of the headstone. It had been three weeks since everything had happened and I've hardly ever been home. I can't face anyone without feeling a pang of anger towards most of them. Literally, the only people I talk to are Peter and Wanda. Not so much Wanda as she's busy trying to get Vison's body so I mostly talk to Peter. As I'm sitting there in front of my father's grave, I feel a presence behind me. I look and see Peter. I haven't seen him in a while. He comes over to me and sits next to me with his legs crossed.

"It's been a while..." He says in a low voice. I just nod my head. "Everyone's worried about you, darling. All they do is mope around, wondering when you're gonna come home...especially Steve." I just shrug as he talks.
"I don't want to see any of them. Whenever I see them, all I can think about is how they all knew this massive secret about my family and never told me. They had 17 years to tell me the truth and never did because they thought it was 'better for me'...they can shut the fuck up with that bullshit." I ramble on, tears escaping my eyes. Peter doesn't say anything, even though his thoughts say otherwise, and wraps his arm around me. I lay my head on his shoulder and start to cry out loud. We sit there for a while before Peter leaves and I go back to MJ's house. We had gotten close since I was dating Peter and she's considered family to me now.

"Hey. Where were you?" MJ asks, walking into the living room holding a cup of coffee. "We were worried about you...Steve called." I look up at her, silently asking what he had said. "He wanted to know if you were coming home anytime soon."
"If he wants to know so badly, why doesn't he just come here?!" I shout. As if on cue, the doorbell rang. "Did your mom tell him to come here?" I ask, pointing my finger at the door. MJ just nods her head. I run to the bathroom while she opens the door. I hear his voice and a sense of comfort rushes over me. I change out of my suit and into some leggings and one of Peter's math t-shirts and go out into the living room where MJ, Steve and MJ's mom all sat. I quietly sit next to MJ and lean on her shoulder and she wraps an arm around me.

"Hey y/n/n." Steve says in a hushed voice. I just nod my head at him.
"We were just agreeing to let Steve stay for dinner, if that's ok." His mom explains to me, making me scrunch my nose. I just nod my head again. "MJ, why don't you come help me in the kitchen?" She suggests and they both leave the room, leaving Steve and me together in the most awkward silence in the world.

Wanda's POV

I walk back into the tower, upset from seeing Vision again and still not being able to get his body back. I slam my purse on the kitchen table as I walk around the downstairs to see if anyone was home.
"Is anyone home?!" I shout in the tower, hoping to get a response. I hear footsteps upstairs and hold my powers in my hands, getting ready to attack. We had a break in last week so I've been very paranoid. I slowly walk up the stairs and shout as I throw my power at...Peter.

"Shit Peter! You scared me. Why didn't you respond when I asked if anyone was home." I scold him.
"Sorry Wanda. I had my headphones on. I didn't even realise you had walked into the house." He explains. "I've been home alone for a few hours so I crammed some homework."
"What? Where is Steve?"
"He went to where y/n has been staying and I think he's gonna try and convince her to come home. To be completely honest, I don't think it's going to work." I shake my head, agreeing with him.
We both go into his room and talk for a while, me playing around with my powers and him working on his web shooters. We talked about y/n, being blipped and eventually got onto relationships.
"Come on! Me and Vision were not as bad as you and y/n! The many times all of us heard you two from downstairs..." I shout at Peter. He's laughing and moved over onto the bed with me.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't dating a walking microwave!" He jokes. I slap his arm, causing him to slap me back. I pin him down and start to tickle him.

Peter's POV

Wanda pins me down on my bed and I freeze. She inches closer to me and looks between me and my lips.
"What are you doing?" I ask quietly.
"Just have to do something." She leans towards me and kisses me. I just sit there not knowing what to do. I push Wanda off of me and the door opens. I look over and see...y/n.
"What the fuck?!" She shouts at us.
"y/n...shit...I-umm..." I stutter.
"Unbelievable..." She runs out the room crying and I run after her.