The sun, streaming into the room despite the curtains blocking it and woke me up at 6:45. I groaned and rolled over in my bed. Still delirious, it took me a few seconds to figure out why there was another bed with another human in it. I sat up so I could get a better view of the other human.
Peter was still shirtless and laying on his stomach so the worst of his worrying marks were visible. I smiled and went over to sit on the very edge of the bed. It wasn't a creepy 'I watch you when you sleep' I only wanted to admire how peaceful his face was as he slept. Maybe it was a little creepy, but no one was there to judge me.
I've always kind of scoffed at people who say that people are prettier when they sleep, like how much difference could it make? Looking at Peter now, I realized how wrong I was. Everyone puts up at least some kind of wall, good or bad. I know I put a wall up to hide my insecurities and sometimes to pretend that I didn't stay up all night fighting off tears because of stupid things. I guess I just thought that Peter didn't do things like that, but seeing his- I guess- 'real' face, I knew he did it too. Probably to hide whatever had physically hurt him.
I smiled a little imagining what it would be like to be able to do this every morning. That's just wishful thinking, I scolded myself.
"What are we smiling about," a sleepy voice called me out of my mind.
"Oh," I jumped a little, "just a little daydream." It wasn't a lie.
"Humor me," Peter propped himself up on his elbows, "Make something up."
"You drool in your sleep," I humored him.
"I do not," Peter denied, running a hand over his mouth despite himself.
I shrugged. "Whatever you need to tell yourself."
He smiled, some of the unguarded-ness of sleep still clinging to him. "Where are you going?" He asked quickly when I got off the bed.
"Food."
* * * * *
I left Peter in the room and ventured down to the dining room of the hotel after throwing some random jeans and t-shirt. Most of the high school group was gathered around a few tables with food already, but I chose to sit by myself. Mostly because I only knew a few of them and I didn't feel like making friends. Come to think of it, I don't normally want to make friends so I should've been worried if I had actually wanted to.
"Where's Peter?" Ned's familiar voice jolted me.
"Frick, Ned," I grabbed dramatically at my chest.
"So, where is he?" He pressed, with unusual seriousness.
"He's up in the room... Why?" I added.
The tension visibly left Ned's shoulders and he waved it off. "Just curious, see you later!" He quickly hurried away, clearly not wanting to answer my question.
"Weird," I muttered.
* * * * *
Peter skipped out on breakfast and the rest of the day. And me being the amazing friend I am, weaseled my way out of the rest of the day too. He was adamant that I not be weighed down by him, but I made the point that I knew Washinton D.C. like the back of my hand and it was nothing I hadn't seen before. I was stubborn and Peter was flexible, so we came to a compromise; I had to treat him normally and he would stop trying to get me to leave.
I planted myself on my bed after changing into comfy shorts and an over-sized sweatshirt and flicked on the tv. Peter had established himself in the living room with the door shut between us. Part of me was confused, but the other part of me didn't give a rip, so I just minded my own business while watching the Disney Channel (no, you're never too old for Disney).
Right in the middle of a movie, the program switched to 'Breaking News'. I sat bolt upright.
"Peter?" I called, my eyes glued to the screen. The nondescript man in a suit was saying something about another break-in. It was too close to home for everyone as it was only a few building away from the White House. This was serious for many reasons, one of which it was the same person that had executed the robbery yesterday. Second, it was clear now that this was threats and not someone robbing for something.
"The police have decided to released information concerning the previous robbery: There was a printed note left at the sight of the break-in-" I tuned him out. Peter hadn't responded to my call, he wasn't even making any noise.
I jumped off the bed and shoved into the living room.
"Peter!? Whe-" I stopped short. The curtains were blowing peacefully by the open window and Peter was nowhere to be seen.
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Starkly in Love- A Spiderman x Reader
Fanfiction~Unedited~ After spending your eighteen years of life as the adoptive daughter of the prideful millionaire Tony Stark, you've gotten used to his sarcastic and secretive ways surrounding his super-hero life. You were fine with it until three years...
