Electric Web (A Peter Parker Fanfiction)

Plane Ride (Part 18)

Warnings; MDNI 18+, Mentions of past torture, Mentions of past kidnapping, Super light angst, Turmoil of Astoria grappling with her feelings about Peter, Description of anxiety, Turmoil of Peter grappling with his feelings about Astoria, The both of them being clueless cowardly idiots lowkey, Brief mention of guns, Astoria being scared of planes, Each chapter will have it's own warnings!! I am not an ER nurse, so I did my best, but I'm not an expert. I am but a girl with google. If I missed anything, let me know!

W/C; 8K (wtf)

Astoria's P.O.V

My alarm sounds like a gunshot in my ears, the cheery little tune forcing anger to bubble up out of my chest as it wakes me from a dead sleep. I put my face in my pillow, letting out a long, loud groan.

Or, a scream. Whatever you want to call it. The pillow muffled the sound regardless.

I hate waking up before the sun. It should be illegal to make someone wake up before the sun is out. What the fuck is it there for then, Just because? No, it is literally our natural alarm clock. And yet, we have planes leave at 5 in the morning, and make people get to the airport two entire whole hours before the plane leaves.

Absolutely insane.

My phone shuts off as I slam my hand down on the screen, stopping the alarm as I sit up, rubbing my eyes, and resting my face in my hands.

You can sleep on the plane, just get there, and you can go to sleep.

I stand up, slipping on whatever hoodie I have next to my bed before I grab my suitcase, my vision still blurry from trying to force myself to get up as soon as I opened my eyes.

This week is going to be hard. As much as I wanted it to, the kiss did not help. If anything, it just made it that much more clear for me, and not in the way I wanted it to. I can't imagine Peter feels the same way I do, I just have to get over it.

It'll pass.

The memory of kissing him has been playing in my head since it happened, no matter how desperate I am to push the thought away, how hard I try not to wonder where it could have led, or if maybe he felt the same way I did in the moment.

It wasn't real. None of it was real. Get over it, it's fake. Just act for the week, and then you can pretend it never happened. Pretend you're not in love with him again.

Maybe, in some way, it'll be easy to act like a couple. To give in when I want to be close to him, to rest my head on his shoulder, or stare into his eyes a little too long while he tells me about his day, or, maybe even kiss him again.

It's not healthy, that's for sure. But, wouldn't it be nice? To really just pretend? That's all it is, pretend. Fake. If anything, it just helps sell the illusion, right?

With every lingering touch, every sweet smile, every introduction as his, I'll have to know that he doesn't mean it, and I'll have to know how badly I wish he did. How badly I wish he would kiss me again, how badly I wish he would hold me in private, not just to lie and deceive so we can get information. And so I don't have to keep lying to myself.

I place my suitcase by the front door, rubbing my eyes as I make my way to the bathroom to go brush my teeth. I reach the hallway just as Peter opens the door to his bedroom, hair still messy, a groggy smile as he looks down at me. He pauses, blinking the sleep out of his eyes as he stares at the hoodie I had thrown on.

"Is that mine?" He smiles, a teasing smirk making it's way into his stupidly pretty face.

"Whatever." I shrug, mumbling as I walk into the bathroom.