The shadow Hunter

Chapter 41

The next day, i slept in which was an odd occurrence for me. I woke up, rebandaged my stomach which had deepened to a purple, the gash deep and black. I went down stairs at 12 and was surprised, but relieved, to see Pepper bustling around the kitchen. "You stayed?" I questioned. She turned around at my voice and smiled. "Well, yes, i did. Me and Tony did some talking last night, and we both agreed that it would be a good idea if i moved back here." She explained. "So your not leaving again?" She smiled softly and with kind eyes. "No, I'm not leaving again." She told me, turning back to the pan she had been cooking on. "You didn't miss me by any chance?" She asked with a playful tone. "No, definitely not. Hardly noticed you were gone." I told her, with a small grin on my face. To be honest, i had missed her, a lot. I guess i had gotten used to having her around and when she left it felt odd, incomplete. 

"Honey, would you like some brunch?" Pepper asked. I checked my watch and shook my head. "No, I'm ok. I'm going out for a bit." I spoke. Her hand holding the spatula came to a stop. "Do you think that's wise? Tony said it was best if you laid low for a while." She asked. "yes, I know and I promise I will but it's Peter. I haven't seen him since Berlin and we need to talk."  I explained. She bit her lip nervously. "Ok, well at least let me get Happy to give you a lift." She insisted. So once i was ready, i met Happy down in the lobby. He took me down to the garage, due to the amount of reporters outside. "How are you?" He asked, as we got into the Mercedes.  "I'm ok." I replied, with furrowed brows. Happy hardly ever asked questions or how you were and i wouldn't like it if he started. We drove through the city, towards Queens. Happy didn't need the address Peter had sent me, he already knew where he lived. "Just call me when you need picking up." Happy called after me as i exited the car. 

Peter lived in a tall apartment block along a busy street in Queens. I rung the bell to apartment 19a. It was swiftly followed by a buzz. The door unlocked and i opened it. The corridors felt cold as i pressed the button to the lift. As i waited, i heard a door at the end of the corridor swing open. I glanced down, my eyes falling on a man, maybe in his 60s. His face held a grumpy expression. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. I stepped inside and as the doors started to slowly edge together, the man stopped in front of the doors. He turned his nose up at me. "evil girl!" He muttered. "Leave! I don't want a murderer in my building." He growled. I stepped back as he spat at me, luckily the doors shut, his saliva hitting the other side. I tried to shake the man from my mind as the elevator travelled up floor by floor. Soon, it slowed. The doors slid open again and i stepped out, walking down to apartment 19a. 

I hesitated. I could go away, text Peter and say i couldn't come. That way he wouldn't have to tell me he never wanted to see me again, he just wouldn't see me again. I considered it, but as my arm fell back down at my side, the door was opened. "Hey." Peter chimed. I tried to smile back at him. "Hi Peter." He beckoned me inside and so i stepped into the apartment. Inside, there was a small kitchen filled with pots and pans and in front of me, there was a cozy looking living area, fitted out with a sofa covered in cushions and a tv. Peter led me down a corridor to the left and opened the second door. I stepped into his bedroom. There was a bed to the right, pressed up against the wall, the covers still ruffled and messy. To the right there was a desk, covered in papers and books and little pieces of metal. It sort of reminded me of Tony's lab. "Do you want a drink, or something to eat?" Peter asked awkwardly. "No, i'm ok, thanks." I told him. "Oh ok." He looked down at the floor and his eyes widened with embarrassment. "Sorry, i didn't have time to clean." He spent a minute kicking things under the bed and stuffing things in draws. I looked around at the walls. There were many posters hung up. One of that movie he had made me watch, Alien. That had been almost two weeks ago, but it felt like years. There was another of Iron Man. "You have a poster of my dad?" I questioned. Peter rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh well yeah, i was a big fan when i was a kid, still am." He uttered.