He left -Spider-man/Peter Parker { ON HOLD}

Chapter 21

*Peter's POV*
I try to pry my hand away but soon fail. I pull away as much as I can but it's no use. Elena's hand still tightly grasps my wrist. She lays there, eyes closed drowned with sleep, makeup still on her face. I'm just trying to reach her makeup wipes that she has on a white chair near the bed. I stretch as much as I can but I still couldn't reach them. Shit. I look at the blinds making sure they were closed and poked Elena's cheek to check if she was still dead asleep. She's knocked out. I pull up my sleeve and look at my web shooters. I look at the wipes, back at my web shooters, and then I look at Elena. I just have to be quick. She probably won't notice. She's a deep sleeper anyway.
I take a deep breath and aim my web shooters at the wipes and shoot. I pull the web to quickly grab the wipes and stay still. Elena moves a bit to get more comfortable and then knocks out again. I pull out a wipe and start to remove as much of her makeup as possible. How do girls do this?! This is time consuming. This probably isn't even the way Elena fully takes off her makeup. She'll be in the bathroom for 15 minuets just to take off her makeup sometimes. She's probably not just wiping the makeup away. I'm sorry Elena if All of this isn't gone when you wake up. I throw away the wipes and try to pull my had away from Elena again. Her grip looseness and I am finally able to move freely. I turn off the light, grab the dark green throw over blanket, and close the door. Time for bed. I head to the living room and place my pillow on the end of the couch and lay down. I stare up at the ceiling until my eyes slowly overcome with sleep and all I see is darkness.

*Elena's POV*
I wake up to a coldness hitting my body. I check the time only to see that it's 3:37 AM. I squeeze my eyes shut quickly before opening them back up again. Shit. I didn't take off my fucking contacts! I get up and head to the bathroom. I grab my contact case and solution. I open my eyes and put in as much solution as I can in order to unstick them from my eyes.
  After finally being able to be free of my contacts, I put on my black framed glasses and brushed my teeth. As I look in the mirror I notice something. My makeup. It's gone. I smile as I think about Peter trying to rid my face of my makeup. I grab my face wash and wash my face to make sure all of my face is clean. I put lotion on and place my glasses back on and head back to bed.
I try to fall back to sleep but I couldn't. I just stayed looking up at the ceiling for 20 min. I turn my head to the right and look at the balcony. Maybe a bit of fresh air will help. I stand up and wrapped the dark red throw blanket around me as I walk up to the balcony doors. I unlock them and step out to be greeted by the bright lights of New York and the stars. I lay on the the mini couch outside and stargaze.

I look up and listen. I listen as my heart palpitates like a drum. Cars rush by below. Music of the sirens of the police cars passing. My lungs as the inflate and deflate like a balloon. I close my eyes and think about everything. I smile at the memories. "C'mon Elena?! Please!" "I don't like being photographed!" "C'mon, I need to finish this project for Ms. Ridge. Plus, it'll be fun! I promise." Peter put his head down and looked up at me with a small pout. "Don't do that Parker! You know I can't resist your puppy dog face!" "That's why I used it." "Fine, only 3 pictures and THAT''S IT!" I laugh. "YES!" He grabbed my hand and pulled me into his direction and we headed to the carnival to take his photos. The memory soon fades and I'm left with nothing. My eyes start to drown in tiredness and I hug tightly the blanket that's around me only to then drift off to sleep.

*Peter's POV*
I took about an hour or two nap and quickly checked on Elena to see if she was asleep before I headed out. I'm currently on the rooftop of a building looking out into the city. Ya know being in love is hard. It's shitty. Does she like me? Does she not like me? Would we work out? Would we fight?" There are so many things running through my mind. I want to be with her but at the same time I don't want to put her in danger. As spider-man, the people I love the most can be used against me. And I don't want that for her. Not my Elena.
"What am I going to do?" I whisper to myself.
"What do you mean peter?" My heart jumps at the sudden voice but then starts to relax. Karen really needs to stop doing that.
"How do I choose between love and protection?" I ask.
"Well, Peter you can still have love with someone as long as you wear a cond-"
"NO NO NO! That is not at all what I meant!" I quickly cut her off once I notice what she was about to say.
"I mean how do I choose between spider-man and Elena. If I'm spider-man, I hurt Elena and try to put myself away from her life. But I don't want to hurt her. I don't want to be the reason she cries. But if I'm out of her life she's more safe. If I choose Elena she can be used against me. She's an automatic target and put in the danger zone. I don't need what happened with Goblin to happen again. I don't know what to do!" I groan.
"I can tell you really like this girl Peter. I even have hours of footage of you keeping an eye on her to support my claim. Stay with her. I'm pretty sure you'd be lost without her." Karen responds.
"Karen stop recording my personal life! Only when I'm fighting!" I say raising my voice as Karen starts to laugh.
"I find you very entertaining Peter. Your impressions are very funny and you acting out how to talk to Elena as Spider-man is cute," she  says.
My cheeks turn crimson and I manage to produce a small smirk. I take one last look at the view from the building and soon see Elena sleeping outside on the balcony. What is she doing?! It's cold out here! I swing towards the balcony and and feel her cheek. It was really cold. She's gonna get sick out here! As I'm about to pick her up she starts to wake up.
"What are you doing here Spidey?" She asks in a drowsy voice.
"I saw you out here in the cold. Didn't want you to get sick so I was going to put you back on your bed," I reply
"Oh," she replies before her eyes close again. I pick her up and open the sliding doors and set her down on the bed. As I'm about to leave to go around the building and return as just Peter a hand stops me.
"Have you told that girl yet?" She asks. My heart starts to race.
"What girl?" I ask as if I was oblivious to what she was asking.
"You told me that you wanted to tell a girl that you really liked how you felt. Have you done it yet?" She replies.
"Not yet," i reply.
"Well you better tell her soon before she finds someone who's not you. It would be a shame to not know how the person you love could be standing right in front of you," she replies.
"Get some rest," I tell her and leave. I quickly change out of the suit and put on my pajamas. I lay back down on the couch and finally start to fall asleep.