So This is Love || Book 1

Neoma-Loathing Universe

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"I can keep the suit?"

"Yes, we were just talking about it," my dad cleared his throat as he put his shades back on. "Do me a favour, though. Happy's kind of your point guy on this. Don't stress him out."

I cleared my throat and pointed a finger at Peter. "Don't. Do not. I cannot stress this enough. No stressing Happy over ever! And don't stress over it!"

My dad sighed. "Okay, out."

I pursed my lips. "Yeah, I saw that coming." I pushed my door open and stepped out. "Bye, Peter!" I waved, shutting the door and hopping onto the sidewalk.

I looked down at my feet, lightly kicking the air as I waited for them to finish. My hands on my hips as I whistle lowly until I noticed Happy climbing out of the car.

He went over and knocked on their window, holding the case up. "This it?"

They said something to him.

"You'll take it?" He asked. "Thank you!"

He came over to me and dropped the case.

With the loud thud, it was revealed how heavy the case actually was.

"That his suit?" I asked.

"Yeah. Lucky you didn't have a case this heavy otherwise, our field trips would be more of a nightmare that they already were," Happy grumbled.

"Yeah, I didn't need to hear that," I shook my head.

"Strange, huh? The whole boy thing." Happy chuckled, making me do a double take.

"What do you mean?" I crossed my arms over my chest.

"You may have a blurry face and a distorted voice but I can see the signs, Y/N." Happy nodded.

Before I could even think up a response, the car door opened and Peter came out.

Happy stepped over to open my door for me to which I waved my hands.

"I actually would like to say goodbye to Peter first," I scratched the back of my head.

Happy only sighed and shut my door before going back around to get into the car.

"Hey," Peter smiled as he went to stand by me.

"Hi," I smiled back.

"It was an honour working with you. You know, I'm a huge fan. Like, I mean, you're a kid! Like me! And I always thought I had a chance with the Avengers because- well, you!"

My face burned at the confession and I felt my ears perk up.

"I've never had a fan before. Thank you..." I give a small awkward smile.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

I tilted my head at him.

"Why don't you show your face to me? I mean- not to be rude or anything! I just think- you know what I look like..." Peter's voice turned into mumbling.

I looked over at the car window where my dad was watching us.

"Soon... Maybe... When I know you're someone I can fully trust with my identity," I explained.

"That's- that's-... That's okay!" Peter nodded.

Silence engulfed us both as we struggled to keep the other from ending the conversation.

It wasn't usually this hard to talk to someone... Besides a certain hammer-wielding god...

This was much different. This was me wanting to say something that wasn't stupid or something that would drive Peter away.