Carefully, Peter lifted his casted hand and laboriously whipped the tears off my cheeks one by one. "Shhh," he hushed me quietly, "I'm fine and I'm definitely not worth crying over."
"I-I'm sorry," I mumbled, ducking my head, "I should be the one telling you that."
"There's really no set 'shoulds' in this situation as no other-" he hesitated for a millisecond-" friend has had to go through this with another friend."
I decided to ignore the split second of hesitation as it was probably a figment of my imagination.
"But the'shoulds' I'm setting for myself involve my comforting you and keeping my composure," I said, still looking down.
"Hey," Peter propped himself up on his elbow but didn't let go of my hand or take his hand off my shoulder, "I asked for you right before I went into surgery not because I needed someone to tell me that everything's going to be alright, but because I-I don't know-I like you and enjoy being with you as much as I can and will take any excuse to do so."
This information shouldn't have surprised me because of the 4 a.m. encounter we had a week before, but hearing it, again, out loud, it didn't feel real.
"Peter?" I said, looking up.
"What?" he met my searching eyes with steady ones.
"Do you really mean that?"
He looked a little caught off guard by that. "Why wouldn't I?"
"Well, why would you."
"I have a 50-page list answering that."
"But, Peter, you could have so many other people," I objected.
"I don't want any other person," he replied, gripping my hand tighter like he was afraid I would pull away. To be fair, I was considering it for some reason.
"That's what you think right now-" I started but he cut in.
"And that's what I'll know forever," he insisted.
"You can't really know that, you're only 18-" I shook my head and he butted in again.
"Just trust me on this," he whispered and shifted closer to me. He hesitated for a split second, then leaned all the way over to me and pressed soft lips to mine. I almost jumped away in shock, but I didn't and chose the oposite directtion of movement. I would say that this was the best kiss I've ever had, but I'd never kissed anyone so I wasn't the best judge. But when he pulled hesitatly away I didn't want to, so I'd still put it under my favoite kiss catigory.
I felt a little dizzy when I spoke again. "Peter?"
"What?" He was still inches away from me.
"Do you mean it?"
He didn't speak, just nodded and squeezed my hand.
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Sorry for the crappy length, I was just supper stuck on this part.
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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...
