Different (Peter Parker AG)

I deserve to be happy

We walk into the sanctuaries and we were all quiet, exhausted. They were missing three of the most dangerous villains, who just ran away and we didn't know where they could be, I am scare to know what they are planning to do.

I got closer to the stairs to my bedroom, my father took out the poison but the wound was still open and it hurts. At least it didn't show off a lot, the black shirt was helping, so I try to walk faster so they don't get worried about me but I think my faces betray me because right away P came closer to help me.

—Are you alright?

—Yeah, I just hurt my ankle.

I smile trying to hide the pain but P was looking at me worried.

—Really, P.

—Alright.

He let me go and I hold the rail to walk a step up.

—We have three downstairs that are chill, I thought they were going to be worst.

Wong crossed his arms.

—The Doctor Otto seems fine.

—You tell me, he almost kill me.

P whisper cleaning his suit.

—But nobody notice they were two green goblins.

—Not until we were in front of one of the at the roof at least.

I said looking to Peter but he was still looking to the floor scare.

—It's Harry.

—Harry Osborn? 

P asks while Parker looked at us word and I nod.

—I supposed it's from middle P, cause the other one it's his father, Norman.

—So the more dangerous of them escape, perfect.

I whisper going upstairs.

—I'll see how they are and if they can five us information or at least taking them home.

My father said.

—Rest, please, they have done enough for use right now and if this continue I want you to be at your best,  that includes you, Y/N Strange.

—But I want to help and also talk to you, you can't make me aside right now.

—That can wait until tomorrow, you were hurt, I need you to rest.

He walk and I show him my tongue, P laughs and my father turn to see us again. 

—Stop acting like a little girl and go to your room.

—Fine.

I go upstairs with big and hard steps for them to know I'm angry and when I was in the next floor the pain on my stomach returned. I bite my tongue  trying to let the pain go and avoid screaming.

I took a quick shower trying not to touch the wound so it stays clean and then I dress with some sweatpants and a hoodie. I stood up checking the wound and it was not that deep as I imagine or worth the pain, so I stay looking at it while moving my hand so I could heal it. The last movement hurt at the point that I try to keep a scream low. When I finish I saw someone on the door, looking at me, I turn to see the door and Peter appear with normal clothes.

—I'm sorry, I didn't want to scare you.

He whispers while getting closer to me, taking my face between his hands, he was shaking.

—I just want to say I'm sorry.

—Why? 

His eyes move around my face quickly and then he kiss me, a soft and nice kiss full of affection. But I was confuse, a while ago he couldn't even saw me into my eyes and now he was here kissing me. I move away from him wanting to talk.