Freedom (An Avengers Fanfiction)

Comforting Kisses

I got really damn embarrassed while writing this. Anyway, Tom Holland, this chapter is dedicated to you, smol bean. You are just a beautiful talented man that I may have a huge crush on. I love everything that you do. Also, you are a muffin. If you are reading this, I am truly sorry, but I couldn't resist. And no, it isn't dirty stuff! Get your head out of the gutter, Holland!

Love, Bethany 

I walked out of his office. I was shaking severely. I walked a little way away from his office and leaned on a wall. I thought I wasn't afraid of him anymore, but I guess I'm still afraid. The only thing I saw in his eyes when he saw me was a rage. A rage so strong that it illuminated off of him and it made me sick. 

I fell to the floor with my back still leaning on the white wall. I could feel hot tears falling out of my eyes. Man, I've been crying a lot lately. I wasn't going to do anything about it until I felt a warm hand on my cheek wiping them away. 

"Hey, are you alright?" it was Peter. The moment I saw him I lunged at him and tackled him into a hug. I needed him. I missed him. "What's wrong?" he asked. I cried into his shoulder. He pulled away and grabbed my face in his hands. He then placed a small kiss to my lips. 

"Whatever it is, you can tell me," he said, "I am your boyfriend after all." 

"I-I talked to M-mr. Stark," I whispered in squeaks, "T-the r-rage he h-had..." More tears fell down my cheeks. In response, Peter kissed away every single one. 

"Some food will help you. Let's go get some lunch," Peter said as he stood up with my hand in his. I promptly stood up too. Then I realized something. Peter was still holding my hand. 

"Pete, we're still holding hands," I pointed out. 

"So? I just called myself your boyfriend and kissed you several times. I think holding hands is the least embarrassing thing we've done so far," Peter chuckled. My cheeks grew a bright cherry red. Oh yeah. He did do all of that stuff and I didn't object. 

My skin began to sparkle a pink. "You're really adorable, you know," he chuckled as he kissed my sparkling cheek. It made it shine even brighter. Then I felt it. His string wrapped itself around my own ring finger. "Let's get to lunch now," he said as he walked. We walked side by side. Hand in hand. 

My golden eyes stared up at his face in awe. As if he would disappear if I looked away. Taking in every single detail. 

"Do I have something on my face?" he asked. 

"Why are you so god damn perfect?" I asked accidentally out loud. 

"Look who's talking?" he chuckled. I giggled along with him. 

"Okay... Mr. Perfect," I said with a smirk on my face. 

"If I'm Mr. Perfect, then you're Mrs. Perfect," he said also with a smirk on his face. 

"But we're not married," I said. 

"Oh, do you not remember when we ran away from social services?" he said, "You agreed to marry me and we even sealed our "vows" with a kiss." 

I immediately blushed at the memory. "When did you get so confident, Mr. Perfect?" I asked. 

"When you told me you liked me too and became my girlfriend," he said. We entered the cafeteria hand in hand. 

"Over here, lovebirds!" Leslie yelled towards us. 

"I'll go get us some food. You go sit down and console with your friends," he said as he leaned down and kissed my cheek. My cheeks reddened even more. 

"Man, your face is as red as a cherry," Jazzy commented as I sat down. 

"Anyway, what was he talking about?" Anna asked. 

"Uh..." I couldn't say it, "I talked to Mr. Stark for hopefully the last time." I lied. I knew it wouldn't be the last. I needed to save him, so I would be seeing him again. I knew that it was wrong to lie to them, especially now that I lead them, but how was I supposed to tell them otherwise. 

We all sat in awkward (or I guess you could say HAWKWARD?! Eh? Eh? Nevermind...) silence for what seemed like forever until Ned broke it. 

"You know, if Mr. Stark finds out you're dating Peter, he'll probably make sure you stay at Sheild," Ned said out of the blue. 

"Ned!" Peter harshly whispered, holding two trays of food. 

"Wait, why?" I asked. 

"Because before Peter came here, he was an intern at Stark Industries. Personally picked out by the man himself. Mr. Stark sees Peter as a son," Ned explained. I looked to Pete for confirmation. 

"Yeah, it's kind of true, but he doesn't matter right now. What matters right now is the inhumans and the revolution," Peter whispered the last parts. I nodded. Was I ruining one of his most important relationships?

Lunch went by really quick. Wednesday is really close; only two days away, but that just begs the question; what if this revolution isn't a good idea and we fail. Inhumans might be held in Shield and won't ever get to have anything close to a somewhat normal life! 

Peter and I walked hand in hand to his next class as the dark thoughts filled my head with toxic air. "Hey, this is my class. I'll see you later, right?" he asked in his awkward squeaking voice. I hummed and nodded my head in response. 

I decided to get a bit cheesy and give him a quick peck on the cheek. He had a big dopey grin on his face as he walked into his classroom. 

I too had a matching smile as I walked away.