Collisons || Peter Parker ||

|1| Jacked Up |5|

Heavy panting filled the ever so quiet space of the apartment, what was once the living room was now morphed into a medium sized exercise space. Isabelle adjusted the wraps around her hands and pulled the small ponytail of her hair taught to keep the hair from falling onto her face. The sweat that gathered on her skin helped to keep the loose fly aways stuck down, it was quite a look for her — but it was on that she became used too after a couple of weeks.

The energy core on her chest flickered occasionally, which it most definitely wasn't supposed to, but she chalked it up to the ever present hunks of metal on her wrist and ankles.

Stood in front of her, Peter Parker, equally as sweaty and tired from the constant barrage of orders Isabelle barked to keep him in check. She was an entirely different person when it came to training him, part of her strict persona - he was positive was some payback for what happened - became something he both equally dreaded and looked forward to.

She was still that strong willed girl underneath the anxiety and fatigue. Training was the only time Peter saw the girl she was months ago, the girl that he fell for.

Too busy admiring her features, (noting the six pack she developed over time) he was now quite literally falling as she took his daydreaming to her advantage and kicked him down to the ground.

He hit the floor with a beefy thud, not expecting to fall at all but nonetheless figured he deserved that. His stomach tensed from the dull pain of her kick, but it wasn't painful enough to completely incapacitate him.

"You're a smart kid, I'm sure whatever you're thinking about — you can do and be alert at the same time." She taunted, reaching down to help him up. A sly smile ghosted her lips making it hard for Peter not to be annoyed that she quite literally knocked him down, "and stop pulling your punches, I know you could break a wall if you tried hard enough."

Hauling him up, her hand lingered in his just a little longer than necessary, her bright eyes looking longingly into his. The golden flecks seemed more prominent in the light from the setting sun.

"You're not a wall, Iz." He whispered, his breath fanning her face. She was definitely correct, he was pulling his punches but he also knew his punches were lethal if he tried too hard.

Isabelle slowly let go of his hand, hesitantly taking a step back to finally let herself breathe. The faintest hint of red from her cheeks blended with the red of her exhaustion, which she was thankful for. She wasn't even sure why she felt embarrassed that Peter still managed to have the same effect on her, they were still dating after all.

Sometimes it just merely felt like a professional courtesy.

Of course, mostly it felt entirely like they were two teenagers in way over their head in a world they don't understand but they still long for an ounce of normalcy. They were, after all, each other's 'normal'.

"Okay... you watch anime right — we established you're a nerd but are you a weeb?" Isabelle loosened her shoulders and waited for an answer, her question did have a point but she just wanted to be sure of it.

Peter looked at her incredulously, the question caught him completely off guard and he wasn't too sure how to answer that properly.

"I - What?" His eyebrows knit together as he shook his head trying to wrap his head around the question in the first place. He considered that the question was to get his guard down so she could attack, but she hadn't even moved from her spot across him.

He looked back over to her, seeing she had folded her arms and was waiting for a legitimate answer. Now he grew panicked and stuttered, "I - uh... y-yeah — yeah I - mean I guess?"