risk (tom holland)

eighteen

I woke up in my bed alone.
There was a t-shirt and clothes that weren't mine folded on my dresser.
"Peter." I said out loud. More like a statement than a realization. Even though the bed was empty it was slightly warm, the sheets were thrown over. Peter slept here, he had to leave. I pieced everything together. I rubbed my face and blindly reached for my tv remote, smacking the nightstand.
I grabbed it finally and turned on the tv.
When I opened my eyes the news was on. Live reporting, building collapsed: a bomb blew up the south east end of a building, only 20 people were in the building at the time and at the moment they were all okay and being treated.

"Bomb?" I asked out loud. Ross meowed in reply. "I'm not talking to you." I claimed, turning up the TV.
"Five people have been spotted at the site and are current suspects. No names or faces have been recognized.
Spider-Man is on the scene and aiding the rescue process immensely."

A shot was panned out and Spider-Man- my Peter- pulled a woman from rubble, she was screaming and freaking out. He jumped from the pile and set her on the ground. She thanked him and ran to a group of people.
Peter- no- my boyfriend, suddenly looked to the right and disappeared quickly.

My heart thudded in my head and in my hands. I was holding so tightly onto the remote it back fell off and the batteries fell out. Ross meowed out again. "That's my boyfriend." I said to him. He called out again.
"Yeah I know right." I mumbled. I ran a hand through my white hair. I knew that this was who he was and the responsibilities were his to bare, I knew he could handle it but I was still worried. I had every right to be worried.

I turned off the TV and cleaned up my room, I fed Ross and got in the shower. I had to work today, I knew I would have to spill to Michelle since she let me off easy the other day. I stepped out of the shower, and looked in the mirror, no cuts, bruises, scrapes. I was still kind of thin, but a full night of sleep and meals made that a lot better.

I put on the t-shirt that was on my dresser. It smelled like Peter. I threw on my dark blue jeans and black vans. The t-shirt was a light grey and way too big on me, but even though Peter wasn't here, it felt like it.
I walked to work stopping to get a tea. Michelle was outside the store waiting for me, she was looking around, in the sky. She saw me and walked up to me with a smile, "Did you hear about that Spider-Man shit?" She asked me.
"I know, it's fuckin crazy." I said trying not to smile.
"Apparently the four or five guys or whatever have infused the smoke in the bombs with some chemical that makes an imbalance of somethin in your brain and it makes people extremely hostile. if you breathe that shit in, you'll wanna kill everyone and anyone around you, man." MJ said she grabbed my tea and ushered me inside.

"No way. Isn't that like impossible?" I said watching her sip my tea and handing it back. "Yeah, it should be impossible, but it's like laughing gas. I mean it's temporary, but if these guys aren't stopped- what if there is a widespread? Spider-Man has his hands full, updates say he's got it under control though."

I just nodded swallowing hard. "I'm sure we'll be okay." She said, and hearing her say that- as simple as it was, made me feel a bit better.
"Now how are you and Peter?" She said with a suggestive sly tone. I stacked my papers on the piano, stapling the groups together. "Look, I can't Thankyou enough about the other day, I wish I co-"
she dismissed me with her hand and motioned for my real answer "..We're good-great actually, we're kinda maybe sorta like dating." I mumbled, she smacked her hand down on the desk. "FINALLY, FUCK!" She yelled, then covered her mouth, we both laughed loudly.
"So you guys worked shit out, good. How's Ned?" She asked I noticed she wasn't looking at me anymore.
"He asked me about you the other day." I said with a smirk on my face. I knew what game I was playing.

"What'd he say?" She looked over. I laughed. "How you are. Just talk to him yourself." I raised my eyebrows. She waved me away.

I got to work at about 11, after two of my lessons were done. I had cleaned, organized, practiced myself it was already 4. Michelle insisted on driving me home.
She dropped me off at my apartment and told me to be safe. My apartment was exactly how I left it. My phone had no sign of Peter. I felt the worry hit the bottom of my stomach again. It fell down my throat and settled into my stomach rocking back and forth like a pendulum.

I turned on the tv to see more of the searching for the suspects. No Spider-Man though.
I texted him. Just to check in, see if he was okay. I let it sit.
I didn't really know what to do with myself, I just sat and worried. In the middle of my bed, Ross sat on me and I just kinda sulked, Now that I was alone all I could hear were sirens. I called him, nothing. One more time, nothing.

I breathed in out. In out. I just got him back into my life and put a title over us, and if anything happened to him, I'd be devastated. It was past 8pm now. It was dark, and I was scared I paced my room not too sure what i should do with myself.

I can't go look for him, that's too dangerous, and I can't keep calling him, I just need to hope for the best.
This is what risk comes with

I laid down tired from all the thinking and worrying, I just wanted to sleep this off. To wake up and have him beside me. My eyes fluttered closed.

"Lynn?"