I will love you forever, Peter Parker

Spider 29

I slowly opened my eyes. My head was throbbing like crazy. When I came into focus, I saw that Tony was sitting beside me.

"What happened? Where's Libby? Is she okay? Did we get her back?"

I'm guessing I startled him because when I spoke he jumped. If I wasn't in the position I am now, I would've laughed at him.

"Not yet Petr. But we know where he is and we're going to get her back tomorrow. Don't worry."

"Okay. Wait, where's Aunt May?"

"She's still at Greenland."

I nodded. At least she was safe. Tony handed me a cup with some pills.

"Take these. It'll take the pain away." I took them and downed the pills and water. "Stay here and just rest. I'm going somewhere."

He got up to leave but I stopped him. "Mr Stark?"

"Yeah?"

"Is it just you and me? Does Pepper know?"

"Just you and me."

"Okay."

I don't know why he won't let anyone else come. It would better our chances. Maybe he's not supposed to. I don't know.

I looked over to see Libby's side of the room. One paper still in the jar. The starburst jar still left open, half gone. I wonder what paper she read. I slowly got up, not wanting to make the pain in my head worse. I slowly got up and walked over to the jar, careful to not make any noise. I opened the jar and tipped it, watching as the piece of paper fell out. It was an orange paper. I slowly opened it. It was my handwriting.

Remember when I brought you back to your apartment for the first time? I told you I would take you away from him if I needed to. And now you're safe in my arms.

Tears trickled down my face. I put the paper back in the jar and placed the jar where she left it. I sat on her bed. The picture frame that was next to her bed had a photo in it. A picture of her and me making Aunt May's secret brownie recipe. We were having a food fight when the picture was taken.

I took a long breath. Where was she? Was he hurting her? I swear, if he hurt her at all, I was gonna kill his ass.

But why did Tony stop me? I could've gotten her back. If he let me go, I could've gotten her and she wouldn't be gone. She would've gotten another paper read, He starburst probably would be gone. Or almost gone. She has a pile of the wrappers on the table next to the jar. Some of them taped together. She wanted to make a bookmark out of them.

I got up and went over to my bed with one of two of her stuffed animals. I got under the sheets and laid on my side, holding the purple dog in my arms. Tears were falling down the side of my face, landing on the pillow. I buried my face in the animal. The smell of her filled my nose. I slowly drifted off to sleep.