Marvel Imagines ;)

peter parker - enemies

"It isn't right."

"Like hell it is. Have you seen the news? What people are saying about us? Mr Stark says the only way we can continue is if we sign-"

You slammed your locker shut, turning to face Peter. "I don't give a shit what Mr Stark says. He's made mistakes, Peter. Many mistakes. Have you completely forgotten about Sokovia?" Peter opened his mouth to object, but you cut him off, voice rising. "Why are you so determined to blindly follow a man you just met?"

Peter's eyes flashed. "I could say the same to you about Steve Rogers."

You weren't sure how it had happened, this rift between the two of you. In your mind, it was simple: Cap thought with his head. He always had, because that's what soldiers do. That's what Steve was trained to do, all those years ago. And Tony, while you respected the man (and had come to like him, despite only meeting him once before), only thought with his heart. He always let things become too emotional, too personal. His actions were fueled by guilt. And when it came to The Accords... you knew Cap was right. You couldn't just sign yourself off.

The thing was, Peter didn't seem to agree. "This is the way we do things now, unless you want to get put in a cell like some common criminal."

"Is that what I am to you now?" you spoke, perhaps a little too loudly. Teenagers at their own lockers cast curious glances your way. "A criminal? A threat? We're friends, Peter. Don't make me your enemy."

Peter's face went slack, eyes glacial; cold. Colder than you had ever seen them in your three years of friendship. He was the only person who knew who you really were, and what you could do. He was the only one you felt completely safe with. And now, despite how hard you tried to grasp and hold on to that comfort, that sense of home, you were losing him. All because of some stupid piece of paper you refused to sign. "You've already made that choice for me," Peter said, his words slicing you right down the middle.

"So that's it?" You croaked, your backpack a dead weigh in your hand. The halls were now empty; everyone else had already left for the day. Peter's answering silence turned your heart to stone. Without him, you trusted no one. You had no one. You were completely, and utterly, alone. "Well, then," you choked, blinking away the burning in your eyes. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. "I suppose I'll see you on the battlefield, Parker. You'll finally be the hero you've always wanted to be," you spat, slinging your bag across your shoulders and stalking towards the exit. You kicked the doors open, yearning to go home to. . . what? An empty apartment where the echo of your lost parents still lingered? You didn't have a home. Not anymore. Not without Peter. Because, despite how hard you had dug your heels in, despite the voice screeching at you to never trust him, never tell him, never show him, you had. And now you were paying handsomely for it.

You halted, half-turning to face Peter, and look him directly in the eyes as you said, "I hope it was worth it."

Ripping you gaze away from his own fierce one, you slammed the school doors shut. You were long gone before Peter said to himself softly, "So do I."

(Part 2 coming soon)

A/N

I hope it's okay that I've split a lot of these stories up into multiple parts. I just think they'd be too long if I didn't soooo... yeah. Leave a comment if ya like! (It really helps to keep me motivated to write!). Part 2 to the Loki and Steve - Rebel series' coming soon.