The last one standing | Peter Parker x reader

Happy birthday, Shuri

You go down to the foyer and meet Natasha and Shuri who had both ordered dress for you all to try on. You were so excited but at the same time you wanted and needed to sleep.
I'm through the large doors came a rail of clothes bags and a delivery type guy but not like you would have usually seen, being in Wakanda.
"Let's go up to my room and try these on hm?" You say smiling at all the clothes. What a dream.
You all travel up the elevator to your floor then to your room where you each had a little try on of the dresses you were interested in. Wanda came along too though she already had a dress.
"What do you think of this one?" Natasha asks, stepping out of the bathroom in a glittery tight long black dress. It was perfect on her.
Everyone stared in awe
"Yes." Shuri said.
"I'm wearing the purple one. Family colours and I'm not trying it on for you as it is tradition for you all to see it at the occasion first." Shuri says while gliding her hand up and down her dress.
"I like the look of the blue one so I'll wear it." You say.
"Try it on for us!" Wanda says pushing your back into the bathroom.
You show everyone and everyone had the same reaction as they did to Natasha's. It was nice and if Peter liked it, that was the main thing.

Everything that has been happening lately has been way too much for you. You decided you needed to tell Peter about how you got here and the reason the mutation is here. It felt wrong for you to tell him but you know that you need to.
It's around 5 hours until the dinner. It starts late at night for some reason so you decided to do some work. You went down to Shuri's lab and saw Peter working on the mutation tests. You stand in the door way and stare at him. He's cute. Obviously you knew it already but it didn't hurt to think about it more.
''Hey.'' You say.
''Hi.'' He says not looking up from what he's doing.
Wait. He knew you were there looking at him cause of his Spider tingle.
''You want help?'' You ask.
''Honestly not much you can do here but if you want to sit and keep me company?'' He asks while gesturing over to the sofa beside the tool rack.

You go sit on the chair but feel something underneath the cushion. You grab the thing from underneath you and find a photo album. You open it up and see pictures of Tony and Peter years ago. You see pictures of them bowling, Peter and him in a cool car with fire designs on it which you didn't know the name of, Pepper shouting at Tony while Peter takes a slefie and just generally innocent pictures of what most would call the 'good old days'.
Peter looked up from what he was doing to see what you were doing in silence. You looked up and smiled weakly to him.
''I miss him,'' he says while dropping his pen on the desk, ''I miss them.''
''You're really strong. And you still have people, you aren't alone.'' You say to him comfortingly. But everything you were saying felt rehearsed. Like it's just what people say when stuff like this happens.
''You don't mean that.'' Peter said while walking around the table to you. ''I'm only strong because a Spider got thirsty for blood. And these people are doing their jobs, they are my friends, but we are saving the world, their is no time for friends. And I'm not alone. I'm going to sit at a king's table tonight. I'm here with you. I have been around people.''
He takes some more steps towards the sofa and now only the coffee table is keeping you both apart.
''So tell me, if I'm not alone, why do I feel like I am?'' He says while folding his arms like he wants you to answer that philisophical question that comes down to one factor.
A minute goes by and he is still waiting for an answer. 
''You.'' You say back to him. He stares intesnly at you and puts his hand forward signaling that you got the answer correct.

''So what, you are just going to feel like that forever?'' You say. ''If the reason you feel like that is you, then you can fix it.''
''What happens when a 'hero' like me or you try to fight someone who knows your coming for them?'' He says looking you dead in the eye. You sit there and think up an answer in your head.
''It doesn't work. The only thing that works is some sort of numbing. For some people that's drugs, drink, sex, becoming a workaholic, self harm, suicide or the deadliest of them all, love.'' He says before you can give your answer. ''And I can guarentee you, every single person, including yourself is involved with one of those methods.''
''I don't do any of that.'' You say.
''Maybe not yet. Give it a few years.'' He says while turning away from you.
''And what's yours?'' You ask before he walks away.