The Blood Pact

Chapter 6: Trust me - you will

Hello! Warnings in this chapter for: Peter being a dick, Bucky being a dick, Steve being oblivious, maybe some slight noncon as reader has been drinking - but she's an enthusiastic participant. Also reader feeling insecure and some hints at slut/sexuality shaming.

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"So what happened to Sharon?" You asked Peter as the two of you walked down the street towards your house. "Normally she's stuck to you like a barnacle on a boat".

He grimaced slightly. "We...uh. Had a fight. So she left early".

"Ah. I see" you replied, feeling a small surge of satisfaction. "Something you can work out I'm sure?"

"Mmm. Probably. But she wasn't happy" he said quietly, shoving his hands in his pockets. He always did that when he was uncomfortable.

"What did you do, Quill?" You asked.

"Well. It was about you, actually".

"Me??"

"Try not to be so gleeful about it".

"Peter, please. I'm not gleeful".

A lie.

"Just tell me".

"Well," he started, clearly uncomfortable to be sharing this (which you loved). "I told her that I thought you were looking really good tonight. And she flipped out, saying I wasn't over you".

You nodded, covering your mouth and pretending to cough so he didn't see your smile. "I see. Well I'm flattered, but yeah as a general rule it's best not to tell your girlfriend that you think other women look good" you told him gently.

"Yeah. I've learnt that one now".

You both laughed for a moment and for a brief second it was like old times again, before it all got so ugly.

"So are you seeing anyone right now?" He asked, clearly trying to appear casual and make small talk but very obviously fishing for information.

You winced. "Uh...no. Not really".

Peter laughed. "Well I know that face. Who is he?"

You rolled your eyes, knowing him well enough to understand he wouldn't let this go. So you gave it up for an easier life.

"Just a guy. I liked him. I thought he liked me too. But he basically told me we couldn't be together, and made me feel stupid for thinking he saw me in that way" you said quietly.

You were surprised you'd told him anything. But actually it was nice to share it with someone even vaguely, it wasn't like you could talk about this with anyone else.

Peter nodded and let out a low whistle. "Well, that really sucks".

"It does indeed".

"But let's be real here" he continued. "Clearly he's a deeply stupid man if he doesn't see you that way. His loss entirely".

Your mouth formed a tiny 'o' of surprise, you were caught off guard by his words. He hadn't said anything that nice to you in years.

"Huh...wow. Thanks Peter" you responded sincerely. "I appreciate it".

You walked the rest of the way just chatting and making silly jokes. It was weirdly comforting to be back in his presence, like slipping on an old, comfortable sweater you'd had for years.

You finally approached the house and stopped by the front door.

"Well, this is me. Thanks for walking me back, Peter. I appreciate it".