All Of Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

Chapter 43

(Y/n) looked outside at the blonde figure standing in the yard. She stood in front of the glass door in her snow coat and boots. Despite being prepared, she didn't feel ready. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she suddenly felt her stomach churn.

"Looking at her makes me feel sick," (y/n) told Tony, who was standing next to her.

Tony chuckled. "Yeah... I don't blame you. But... you knew she was alive, so you must've had some fantasy of what it would look like, right?" he asked her.

"Yes, I did, but none of them ever involved all... this,"

"This being my handsome face, or this being you emotional?"

"We both know those two are just the tip of the iceberg,"

Tony sighed, turning to face her. "You'll be fine. Just go with what you feel. It'll work out," he told her.

(Y/n) swallowed her spit thickly as she felt Tony's hand press on her shoulder blade, pushing her towards the glass door. Nodding her head, she reached out a shaky hand and opened the door. She stepped outside, the snow crunching under her boot. Tony watched her with worried eyes, taking a step back from the door.

"M-mom?" (y/n) called before she closed the door, leaving him in silence.

Tony watched Kate turn around to see (y/n), and both of them froze, staring at one another. Observing them, he couldn't help but notice that they held themselves in the same way when nervous. (Y/n) was the first to step closer, Kate following her lead, albeit at a slower pace. He watched as (y/n) gradually picked up her speed, but he saw that her hands turned into fists, and soon she was running. Then, the second (y/n) was close enough, she punched Kate.

"FUCK!" Tony exclaimed, jumping out of complete surprise. He stared, wide-eyed, as he ran his fingers through his hair. "Damnit, (y/n)!" he said to himself.

WHEN I SAID GO WITH WHAT YOU FEEL, I DIDN'T MEAN DECK HER ACROSS THE FACE, Tony thought furiously.

Taking a step towards the door, Tony stopped when he saw Kate get back up, her face twisted in anger as she yelled something. He saw (y/n) go to punch her again, but just as it was going to make contact, Kate moved. Instantly, her arms moved to block (y/n)'s fist, as (y/n) threw another punch.

And that was how Tony began watching them fight in his backyard.

Their arms and legs moved in a rapid succession of pushing, punching, kicking, and blocking, both of them maneuvering to overpower the other. It was like a dance after Tony watched it long enough. Whether they were doing it on purpose or not, (y/n) and Kate's movements mirrored and complemented one another. They moved in swift and graceful advances, never losing focus as they delivered each calculated blow. They followed one another, leading the other in a hidden dance with a meaning he couldn't understand yet. Tony watched, fascinated, until finally, he figured it out.

Neither of them was actually hurting one another.

Every punch that was thrown, every kick that was delivered, never actually landed on the other person. Even when it did, it was just roughly rested upon, like lightly slapping a friend's shoulder without any damage. (Y/n) could end this anytime she wanted to. Kate was malnourished, exhausted, and had little muscle mass. She also had powers, giving her another advantage over Kate. If (y/n) truly wanted to hurt Kate, she would have done so already. (Y/n) was letting her feelings out, and Kate was going along with her. Eventually, (y/n) and Kate managed to force each other to the ground, the snow making their clothes wet. They lay there, panting heavily with their heads right next to one another. As (y/n) stared up at the sky, watching the snow float down, she finally let herself cry.