the one where sh*t happens

Chapter Three

*y/n pov*
I was feeling sick in the head, and a bit in the heart too.
I know that sounded cheesy, but it was true. I had hurt the two people closest to me.
And it was all because I got too drunk and stupid, like the silly teenager that I am.
I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't be dating Bucky. I'm too young and immature for him. He'd be so much happier with someone else. And he has all the fan girls to choose from, pretty much all of whom are prettier than me.
I was overthinking again, but I couldn't convince myself I was wrong this time.
I had found a room on the other side of the compound from the others, which had a bed on which I could cry in peace. I cried for at least an hour, and no one had come to find me.
I was right, I thought. Bucky didn't want to be with me anymore. I don't even know why we were together in the first place.
I left the avengers compound, as I had no reason to be there anymore. I walked all the way home in silence.
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"Y/n where have you been?!" May embraced me in a hug as I opened the door to the apartment. It was so comforting, that I couldn't help bursting into tears again, right within her arms.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry May" I whispered between sobs.
"Hey. No. Hey, calm down. What happened?"
"I was, I was really stupid. I did something really dumb, and I got myself in trouble with some people. In-including Peter. A-and n now, Peter hates me." I cried.
"I'm sure he doesn't hate you. He'll forgive you. And I forgive you, as long as you promise to never do it again. Tell me where you're going to be. Please."
May's arms felt like the most comforting place in the world right now, and I wanted to stay their forever.
I eventually stopped crying, and May was doing everything she could to comfort me.
We baked some cookies together, and we watched a movie, which definitely made me feel better.
It was a nice distraction from the night before.
Until Peter came home.
I was hugging my knees beneath a blanket in the living room, staring at nothing, when he came through the door.
When I saw him, I wanted to start crying all over again.
He didn't say anything, but he came to get under the blanket with me. I lay my head on his shoulder and sniffed.
"I'm really, really sorry Peter" I apologised into his chest.
"It's ok. I forgive you." He stroked the back of my head, and ran his fingers through my hair. "But please..."
"I promise I will never do it again. I'll never get that drunk again. It was stupid." I held up my finger and Peter and I pinky promised.
"Ah. Peter, you're home." Aunt May walked in from the kitchen, carrying the plate of cookies we had baked earlier. "Did you two make up?"
I looked up at Peter and he nodded.
"Oh, that's great" she exclaimed. "Now, I'm going to the shops to pick up some things for dinner. I'll be back soon."
Peter and I sat in silence as we watched her walk out and close the door behind her. We watched the closed door for a while before I spoke up.
"Have you spoken to Bucky?"
"No."
I made myself comfortable next to him and turned off the TV, which had been rolling the credits of the movie I just watched.
"What do you think I should do?"
I trusted Peter and I wanted his opinion...
"I don't know."
... but in the end I didn't really want to hear it.
We remained in silence on the couch. I adjusted myself so my head was in Peter's lap as he sat up, and I lay next to him. He played with my hair, and it felt nice to be close to him again. I could never lose Peter. He was too perfect of a friend. I could not live in a world without him.
Aunt May returned, right as I almost dozed off. I sat up and saw Peter had fallen asleep, so I lightly shook him awake.
We helped prepare and cook our meal, then sat down as a family to eat. Everything was perfect, I wanted nothing to change.
My phone buzzed and I picked it up, expecting a message from Michelle or Ned maybe.
It was Bucky.
I didn't read it.
Tears came to my eyes and I put the phone down. I resumed finishing my meal.
May had clearly noticed, as she suggested we have my favourite for dessert, huge ice cream sundaes. Peter went to get the ice cream from the freezer, and I cleared the plates from the table.
I grabbed the squirty cream from the fridge and bumped into Peter. I had the best idea.
I hid the bottle behind my back.
"Hey, close your eyes" I told him.
"Why?" He asked, curious.
"Trust me."
He slowly closed his eyes. I leaned over and whispered in his ear "now open your mouth."
He dropped his jaw just a little, so I could see his tongue.
Now was the time. I quickly put the nozzle of the squirty cream in his mouth, and started spraying it.
"Oh my god! Y/n!" Peter gagged with his mouth full.
He licked his lips and wrestled the bottle out of my hands.
We both ended up on the floor, covered in the stuff. I was laying on the floor, and Peter was sitting on top of me. When he had a proper grasp on the bottle, he started spraying my face.
I giggled and squealed as it got absolutely everywhere.
We messed around until the bottle emptied, and we were left laying on the floor side by side in a complete mess.
Neither of us could stop laughing.
Aunt May walked in, and her expression made us laugh even more.
"Oh my god. You two. What have you done to my kitchen? What happened to the sundaes?" She sighed at us and pulled us up off the floor.
"We're sorry May. But don't worry, Peter will clean it up" I assured.
Peter looked at me and I laughed. "We both will" I nodded.
It took hours until the kitchen was spotless again. We never got the ice cream, but we had enough squirty cream for a life time.
When we had finished, it was time to sleep, and I was so relieved.
I snuggled up to Peter in his bed and drifted off. It was so much easier to fall asleep next to him than in my own bed.