The return of the Amazing Spiderman

Chapter 21

"And this time don't lie to me."

My heart just stopped beating in my rib cage. Name? NAME? Did he know? How can he know?

No He can't. There's no way he can, unless.... unless he spoke to mom. Did he?

Panic started building up inside of me. This can't be happening.

Relax Kira. Relax. There is no way mom would have told him anything. Not even in thousand years. She knows what is at stake.
Also.... where the hell would he get mom's number from?

"What are you talking about? You know my name."

"Yes. Yes I do. But I keep wondering why you would lie about your name. Why hide it? That too from me? Why would you pretend to not know me. Why pretend that we have never met. I keep wondering and I want answers. But before that I want to hear you say your name, your real name, from your own lying mouth."

I keep staring at him, unable to come up with any kind of gibberish explanation. His eyes were set and they clearly told me he knew my secret.

If somebody like Peter found out who I am so easily does it mean he can find me too? Am I even safe here anymore?

What should I tell him? Can I even lie to him?

I couldn't lie to him. But I couldn't even tell him the truth either. He's going to be hurt either way. I start to get up. There was no way this conversation was going to end on good terms. As i'm about to get up, Peter's hands grab mine, making me sit in front of him again.

His hands didn't leave my wrist indicating that any attempt to escape was now futile. I sat there face to face with Peter Parker whose eyes questioned me every time I looked into them.

Seconds passes and the remnants of his questions echoed in my head.

"Wait." I said, raising both my hands in front of me like a traffic police's stop sign. "Hold up. When did I pretend not to know you?"

"When we first met" he added firmly.

"If we met for the first time then how could I pretend not to know you?"

"I meant the first time we met a few months ago." His replied with difficulty. His hard set jaw and possibility of grinding teeth indicated he was holding back on a wave of anger and frustration.

"But.." I began again, but was interrupted by Peter whose patience was running thinner by the second

"We have met before. Years ago. Back when we were just kids. You know me, I just don't understand why ..."

Why I lied to him.

Peter sighed. His head hung low like he was giving up. I now had an explanation for his harsh behaviour towards me inspite of the recent events. He had felt betrayed. But I hadn't meant to make him feel this way. All I wanted was to be free and safe.

Could I trust Peter with my secret?
Was this worth taking the risk? Was he worth it?
Should I just lie and run away? What about Sid?

"Peter" I said, taking his hand and wrapping my shaking ones around his. His hands were quite cold and contrasted well against my warm ones.
How I wish I didn't have to ever see that expression of distrust on his face ever again.
"Can I trust you?"

Can I? My inner self asked me. Was I sure about what I was doing?

I didn't. I didn't have one clue why I was telling Peter the truth. Why it had become so important to me to bare my truth to him. To wipe of any distrust our friendship had been tinted with. I wanted Peter to be a part of my life, desperately. After Nancy I couldn't even bare to fathom the idea of losing him in my head.

All I knew was I couldn't lose him.

"My name, my real name is Mary Jane Watson."