Idiosyncratic || Peter Parker ||

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I just wanted to thank you guys on wattpad so much for joining me on this awesome ride! Whether or not I continue this series is entirely up to my schedule right now. I'm working on a pretty big, time consuming Grad Film that is due to be shot sometime in october/november and I can happily tell you guys its an Uncharted fan film (for all you Uncharted fans out there!) and I will be documenting my progress of this film on my Instagram; naughteouscourteous as well as updating ya'll on my cosplays. But without further ado here is the final chapter of Idiosyncratic! Since its been a while I'll recap what's happened in the last few chapters!

Recap; The aftermath of Berlin has left Isabelle with feelings of immense anger, betrayal and heartbreak. Opting to retaliation toward Tony and completely ignoring Peter, the three are now left wondering where they stand among each other. The cracks are now evident in Isabelle's relationships as she continues a changed girl after the events that caused her so much pain. 

"You're supposed to be training me?" Peter asked, head tilted slightly to the side as he sits on the end of Isabelle's bed. "Supposedly." She answers, not particularly focused on him but mainly packing. Tucking a piece of her hair behind her ears. Since his arrival, Peter had noted the sudden haircut but didn't bother questioning the girl on it, not because he didn't want to but because things were quite clearly tense between the two and since him being here she had only given him one worded answers and not so much as looked at him properly.

"Is that why you're moving back across the hall?" Peter continued to prod, testing the waters with her just to get anything more than one worded answers from her. Sure he had spent a lot of time wallowing in guilt for what had happened but he didn't think Isabelle would be this angry about it still. "Yep." She zipped up one of the bags once it exceeded its maximum volume. "Are you coming back to midtown as well?"

As he questioned her about that her eyes stopped on the sports uniform strewn across the floor with numerous other clothes. "Mmhmm." She hummed, folding the uniform up and tossing into the other empty bag. Peter picked at his fingers annoyed at the pettiness between the two, after their argument a few days prior to now he had sought advice from Aunt May to help make things right between them.

She provided minimal help to the cause, stating that her personal experiences with Ben had been arguments and things would happen on their own. With that being said, almost always Ben had been the one apologizing for the wrongdoing and Peter couldn't understand how Isabelle was still mad after he apologized.

There was an unbearable silence between them, an awkward and consuming silence that made the two both uncomfortable. Peter bit down on his lip before sighing in frustration and standing up, "Are you going to talk to me? At all? I mean - what do you want me to say? I'm Sorry? Because I've already done that but that seems like it's not good enough." 

Peter calling Isabelle out abruptly stopped her in her tracks. She barely had the nerve to look him in the eye, she didn't even want to look him in the eye. It seemed so out of character for Peter to be this frustrated, frustrated enough to pull him from the awkward nervous tendencies he always had and to replace them with confidence. 

Finally, Isabelle musters up what she can, swallowing that lump in her throat. "I could sit here for hours and list the things you did and why sorry isn't going to cut it. Do you not understand that you betrayed me? How can I bounce back from this? I am humiliated. I did what I believed was right and what happened? Steve had Bucky throw me out of a quinjet - three thousand feet in the air, Tony conspires against me and you go behind my back - just to make 'Mr. Stark Proud.' And now look at me -"