Spiderman and Starks Daughter

Hand Sparks

(Veronica's POV)

It was the end of the day now and my nerves had gone away now. All of the Avengers went off to do their own little things, and it wasn't a family dinner night. After breakfast I had gone to hide in my room all day. A couple times Peter had knocked on my door to see if I was alright but I just stayed quiet and he gave me my space.

I was getting hungry so I started to walked downstairs to the kitchen. It was almost 7o'clock. As I walked into the kitchen I smelled the wonderful smell of Pasta Bolognese. I peeked around the corner and saw Peter cooking. Oh my god! He even knows how to cook! He's so perfect.  I walked into the kitchen, and he turned around and smiled at me. 

"Hi." I said.

"Hi." He responded.

"What's all of this?" I asked shyly.

"Oh um. I-I thought I-I would make you a nice meal. I-I don't r-really know-w why, b-but it just seemed like you needed something n-nice after what happened this morning." He stuttered quietly.

He was so sweet. He had done this for me. Because he knew something was wrong.

"It's my Aunt May's recipe." He said putting a plate down in front of me and then came to sit down next to me with his own.

I took a bite. It was amazing! Peter was a really amazing cook!

"Peter this is so good! Thank you so much. Your to sweet. It's so good!" I bursted with happiness. This boy was so unbelievably amazing.

"I-it is?" He said shocked.

"Yes. I love it." I smiled. "Thank you."

"Your welcome." He said smiling back. 

We continued eating this amazing meal he had made, for me, and we talked about just normal teenage stuff. 

Once we finished eating we went to clean up and as we were washing the dishes our hands touched and I somehow could immediately tell how much pain he was in. Maybe I wasn't only able to heal people, but maybe I was also able to tell when they needed to be healed.

"Your in pain." I said looking at him. He had looked better, but maybe he had just gotten better at hiding it.

"N-no I'm not. I'm f-fine." He stuttered.

"Peter let me see." I said softly.

"There's n-nothing to see. I-I'm ok." He tried to convince me, but was failing. I knew what I had felt.

I took the hem of his shirt and lifted it up to see the gash on his chest. It was becoming severely infected. 

I looked up at Peter in shock. Why didn't he say anything about it? He quickly pulled his shirt down embarrassed. 

"It's o-ok. I-I'm ok." He said.

"No your not." I whispered. I took his hand and started leading his to my lab. "Come on."

We got into my lab and I turned on all the lights. Peter looked in shock at all the tech and equipment all over the room. 

(Yes I have a lab, and yes I have tons of things that I invented myself. I am a Stark after all.)

I brought him to a machine that would tell me what was wrong with him. 

"What's this?" He asked.

"It's a machine that can figure out any disease, injury, problem, sickness, you name it, and then how to fix it." I explained.

"Why'd you make it?" He asked still looking around at everything in the room in awe.