You Me, A Place To Be

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐬 | 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫

Flashback:

"Are you scared things are going to change?" Y/N asks, shifting the position of her head so she'll be able to look at Peter.
It's late in the night and they're laying on a blanket Peter spread out for them in the backyard of the new Avengers Campus. May and Happy went away for the weekend, they wanted them to stay at the campus - he didn't hesitate before coming up with an excuse to stay back and have the house to him and his girlfriend.

Peter doesn't speak, feels his mouth begin to dry. He tries to be subtle, but can't hide the way he feels when he pulls Y/N closer to him so she's laying with her body half over Peter's. They haven't discussed it, honestly, Peter avoids it like the plague. The conversation he never thought he'd have, the conversation he never wants to have.
"P?" The girl calls him, still looking up at him.

The thing is, it's always been in Peter's 'Try to be strong for everyone.' even if it meant suffering in silence. Y/N, on the other hand, talks. Y/N talks and she says how she feels, she shares her fears, asks questions, doesn't keep a single thought to herself. But Peter... Peter just doesn't.
He wants to so badly, to say that things will be okay, wants to tell her not to worry about it, but how is he supposed to do that when he can't even bring himself to believe his own words?

Y/N sighs. "You need to talk to me, Peter," She says after a while, giving up on trying to get Peter to look at her.
Still, he can't bring himself to because he doesn't know how to say anything without asking her not to go. Peter doesn't speak, just squeezes his eyes shut, trying his hardest not to let his feelings out.

It takes her a moment, like she's hesitating, like she doesn't want to spend a minute of this last week away from Peter's touch, but she pulls away, shifting her position, so she's sitting down. She has her legs crossed, body facing Peter. She looks down at him. Peter doesn't look back, he doesn't even open his eyes.

"Peter, please." Y/N says.

Peter licks his lips. "Y/N, can we not? Please?"

But it's in a week. It's in just a week. Peter can only avoid it for so long.

"When do you want to talk?" She asks then. "When I'm not here anymore?"

And it fucking hits Peter because this is actually happening. Y/N is actually leaving. And Peter can do nothing but be a supportive boyfriend. Except it fucking hurts. It hurts him because this is the girl he fell in love with two and a half years ago, the girl that brought out the best in him, the girl he couldn't see himself without.

"Peter." She calls him, sounding a little more annoyed.

Peter sighs. "Just." He bites the inside of his cheek so hard he feels the metallic taste of blood. "Not now, please."

"Peter, I'm leaving in a week." Y/N

Like Peter needs to be reminded of that every five seconds. "Yeah, Y/N." Peter says, finally looking at her. "You leave in a fucking week, now can we please not do this now."

And.

This time, Y/N doesn't argue. Instead, she takes a deep breath, gives up, looking at Peter's facial expressions for a bit too long and laying back down in his arms.