peter's problem

~4

{ y/n pov }

You had already landed on the floor. You and Peter sat side by side on the edge of a building, staring at the horizon. Sunset, it used to be one of your favorite things. Your head rested on Peter's shoulder. You still had to recover from what had happened. "I'm sorry y/n" Peter said slowly. "for what?" you asked. "for all the trouble I got you in. If Strange wants something he won't stop until he's got it" You didn't answer. You looked into his eyes and he into yours "your eyes are beautiful y/n" this made you feel a bit better. "thank you". You felt his hand running through your hair. This feeling was even better than swinging between the buildings. You forgot everything, everything that happened today.

As you sat next to him, you thought about something he said this afternoon, "she's the only thing I've got" did he really meant this? "Are you cold?" asks Peter. "yes" you answered. He put an arm around you. You move even closer to him. Actually, you were still a bit cold, but you didn't say anything. You liked this feeling, being this close to Peter. You feel safe with him even though someone just tried to kill you. "Are you still cold?" He asked. "Just a bit". "Oh, I'll be right back." Then he left. You trusted him so you knew he was coming back. He saved you.

After a few minutes you saw him swinging towards you again. He had something in his hands. Two packages. The packages were quite big. When he arrived at the building you could see what were in the packages. "You brought blankets?" You asked and laughed awkwardly. "Yes, I mean why not?" He also laughed. "Since Strange tried to kill you, I don't think it would be a good idea to go back to my apartment" He took the blankets out of the package and gave one to you. He lay down. You placed your head gently on his chest. You can feel his hand gently stroking your cheek. "You're very pretty" said peter awkard. "Thank you, you're pretty to". You both smile awkerdly (on a positive way tho). You feel his fingers slowly running through your hair. "Why did Strange did that, that spell that makes no one remember you" You asked carefully. "He had to" He said. You didn't understand but you didn't want to ask him any more question. You just wanted to enjoy this feeling. The feeling of your head on his chest, the feeling of his fingers playing with your hair. It was perfect right?....