It Takes Two 🕷Peter Parker [4]

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Alexandra

It felt like the entire weight of the world was on her chest all the time and it didn't matter how strong she was, she couldn't lift it up.

Alexandra had been struggling for the last month, to say the least. Learning that her father was dead, and not only dead, but dead because he had sacrificed himself to retrieve the soul stone. Dead because he had sacrificed himself to bring Alexandra back—to bring them all back. That weight was unbearable, she felt like it was crushing her. She felt like she couldn't breathe.

Her Papa was trying to be there for her, he really was, but she honestly wasn't in any mood to speak to him either.

Everything was so different now, it didn't feel real. None of it felt real.

For her, just a month ago she had been having dinner with her parents, arguing over which Mission: Impossible movie they were going to watch later that night—and now she woke up every day in a world where they hadn't even been together for four years. As much as she didn't want to be, she was mad at her father for it. She didn't understand what had happened in the time she had been gone, but all she knew now was that her Dad was dead and her Papa had left him before that. So yeah—she was mad.

Mad at him, for leaving her Dad. Mad at herself for leaving them both. Mad at the universe because fuck the universe and fuck Thanos.

May tried to talk to her a few times. Alexandra couldn't bring herself to leave her bed most days, so they texted on and off. Usually, May would check in to make sure she was alright—that she was eating and not slowly killing herself. Whenever May tried to talk about things—the real things that Alexandra didn't want to talk about, she shut down and stopped replying.

Kai, MJ, and Ned also tried a few times to get ahold of her. She assumed Peter must have told them what happened—or, at least, a version of what had happened. Ned probably knew the whole thing. She wondered what Kai and MJ knew.

She never replied to them, and usually felt bad about it later, but still couldn't bring herself to answer their messages or pick up the phone when they called. She wouldn't even answer Peter when he messaged.

Peter. Right. He had given up trying to talk to her last week, she was pretty sure. She didn't blame him, she was being difficult and he had other things to worry about—like Tony. Tony, who had sacrificed everything to bring them back. Tony, who was slowly dying in the medical bay. Tony, who Alexandra hadn't been able to bring herself to go visit because she was selfish and wallowing in her own pity.

She hadn't even bothered to ask in days—maybe weeks—how Tony was doing. What kind of person did that make her?

There was a knock on her door. Her Papa poked his head in and squinted through the darkness. "Alex, honey?" He said. She was laying in bed with her back to the door. She didn't answer him. "Baby, Peter is here to see you, okay?"

Peter was there?

"Thanks, Mr. Wallace," She heard him say as he entered the room.

"Sure," Her Papa said. "Let me know if you two need anything."

The door shut with a soft click and then they were wrapped in silence.

Alexandra could hear the way Peter was breathing, slightly anxious. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he tried to decide what he wanted to do. Finally, he crossed the room and she felt the mattress dip as he sat down.

"Hey, Allie," Peter said finally. His voice was soft, laced with concern. Alexandra didn't move. "I know you're awake," He added gently. "Super hearing, and all that."