TELEKINETIC │ p.p

Chapter Twenty Seven

She wouldn't answer his calls. He must've called her fifty times, and he just kept getting sent to voicemail. He finally restrained himself from dialing her again, groaning as he stuffed his phone away and decided on just swinging over to Tony's.

He swung from building to building under the night sky, a grimace placed on his lips as Vanessa still failed to return his thousands of texts and multiple calls. She definitely wasn't asleep, she wasn't that hard of a sleeper anyways.

Sobs rang in his ears, but they were a mile from him as he approached the Stark household. His eyebrows furrowed, following the noise. When he slipped around a corner, heading down a dark alley, his heart fell as he felt a familiar tingly feeling in his stomach upon seeing the girl curled up against the brick wall. She continued to cry, despite the presence of another person.

"Please just leave me alone," the girl huffed, not lifting her head. Had she known who it was she was speaking to, she wouldn't have spoken at all and kept her head low.

Peter's heart was leaped in his throat while a deep frown summoned across his lips. "Nessa?" he questions quietly. Her head snapped up, and she gasped. She wasn't happy for him to see her like this but she was overjoyed to see him.

She jumped to her feet, rushing over to him. She threw her arms around his torso, hugging him tightly. He embraced her back, lightly stroking her hair. This felt weird to both parties, as the suit seemed to create some sort of barrier. "What are you doing out here?" he quizzes.

"I didn't want to wake Tony," she responds. "He needs his sleep and I just really didn't want to bother him with my problems." Peter held her closer, which was somehow possible.

"What's wrong?" he asks, fighting his own tears as they threatened to spill due to Vanessa's state.

"I don't even know," she airily chuckles. "I- I think it's just a- a buildup of everything that's been happening recently." She couldn't seem to catch her breath, her chest aching to sob again.

"I'm so sorry, Nessa," Peter mumbles, resting his head on hers.

"Can we go back to Tony's? I need to see your face," she speaks softly. Peter nods against her hair, wrapping her around him. He jumps and swings until they're safely in her bedroom. He shuts the window and closes the curtain as Vanessa switches on her lamp light, quickly drying her face to the best of her ability. As she turned back around to face Peter, he flicked off his mask, causing her heart to go into a frenzy. His curls bounced and his skin was lightly brushed with sweat. The dim lighting also made his skin appear darker than normal.

Without a second longer of hesitation, Vanessa embraces him once more. "How'd you find me?" she questions into his chest, feeling the fabric of the suit against her lips.

"You weren't answering me, so I got worried and came out here to check Mr. Stark's," he responds. "Then I heard sobbing and decided to see if I could be of any help since I'm the friendly neighborhood hero." Peter feels Vanessa smile against him, and he notices how uncomfortable it must be for her face to be pressed against his suit. "Hold on," he whispers, pushing her back gently.

She watches as he slides off the suit, a smirk tugging across her face as she takes notice to his boxers and prominent abs. She pulls her eyes back up to his, a blush creeping along his face. "My sobs weren't meant to be a booty call." Peter reddened quickly at this. "I'm kidding, I know the suit wouldn't work as well if you were fully clothed underneath it."

"And it'd be hot as hell," he chuckles, his cheeks slowly returning back to their normal color. Vanessa asks for permission to hug him again but he holds up a finger, pulling out his phone. He seems to be typing something, then tucks it away again. Upon seeing Vanessa's confused expression, he explains that he sent a text to May that Ned was in need of him for the night, which caused a huge smile to grace Vanessa's features.

"Sleepover!" she exclaims, wrapping herself around Peter. He laughs, carrying her over to the bed. They collapse onto it, Vanessa scooting on top of him, positioning herself comfortably. He smiled, running his hands through her hair intently. She rested her cheek on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Her eyes closed, a small grin glued to her face.

"Want to talk about what's bothering you?" he quietly asks. She sighs, contemplating on the thought of speaking her feelings. "I don't mean to pry, I'm just offering my ears as a way for you to recover." Her smile widened for a second. She lifted and turned her head, pressed a kiss to his chest, then returned to her original position.

"Transferring to two different schools within one school year is pure stress," she starts, "plus I tutor an asshole who's always eager to get in my pants."

Peter pulls a face of disgust. "I can always knock him out for you," he responds.

"Please don't," she remarks. "He's blackmailing me now, saying he'll tell the principal of what you did to him, and probably twist it a bit, if I don't even behave right."

"What the fuck is this dude's problem?" Peter spits, holding Vanessa tighter. Her smile returns, as well as the warm sensation in her heart. But it drops shortly after as she remembers what else drove her to tears.

"I used to complain all the time to my mom," Vanessa spoke, causing Peter to stiffen. He didn't think she was ready to talk about her yet. "She always listened, no matter how stupid I sounded."

"You never sound stupid," Peter retorts. Vanessa rolls her eyes, sighing heavily.

"And now, at a difficult time in my life, I can't even tell her that I have a boyfriend," she says quietly. Then she realizes her fuck up. She sits up, not noticing she was now straddling Peter's lap. Her face was stricken with worry and embarrassment as Peter's was twisted more into an amused mood. "Is it okay for me to call you my boyfriend?"

"Is it okay for me to call you my girlfriend?" he returned. Vanessa grinned, nodding. "Then it's perfectly fine with me."

"But are we moving too fast?" she questions. "Because I don't want you to seem forced into this. Just say the words and I'll back off, it won't wreck your thing with Tony, I wouldn't let it-" Peter cut off her rambling with a kiss, which became heated as Vanessa was dazed by the feeling of his bare, toned upper body. Peter slowly fell back, keeping his hands placed on her cheeks until he was on his back. As they traveled to her hips, Vanessa stopped. She was centimeters from his face, holding herself up with her hands, which were sat beside Peter's head. She chuckles. "So this is what it feels like to be the dominant one in a relationship."

Peter saw this as a challenge, gripping her hips and flipping them over. He smirked down at her as their positions had been swapped. Vanessa felt her heart hum like a hummingbird. "I hate you," she whispers.

"I know you do," he whispers back. Realizing the distraction he'd created for her mind, he decided to keep going, aware that there would be an end before it escalated all the way.

He gently pressed his lips to her neck, which she responded to by running her hands roughly through his hair. This intrigued Peter in a way he'd never felt before, causing him to cover her in rough kisses and a few hickeys. He blew on her neck, creating goosebumps along her flesh. As his kisses traveled below her collarbones, she stopped him.

"Now we're moving too fast," she chuckles, breathless. She couldn't believe what just happened, and how much pleasure overwhelmed her body from just that.

Peter smiled down at her, still towering over her. He leaned onto one hand as the other brushed her hair to the side, his eyes admiring his work. "You'll need some makeup for that."

"Gee, sounds great. Thanks," she teases. "I'll get my revenge some day." Peter raised an eyebrow at this, his eyes lifting to meets hers once more. "But for now," she sighs, gesturing for him to lay down on her, "I just need your best cuddles."