8 - I'm a Mess

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I'm a mess for your love,
It ain't new

I'm a mess for your love,It ain't new

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Peter had his head in his hands as he sat on the couch in his apartment. May sat beside him, rubbing Peter's shoulder comfortingly.

"I don't know what came over me, May. One minute she was talking about the guy she caught and the next she kissed me. I should've known better and pulled away." He breathed, closing his eyes and trying to calm down.

"Peter, it's okay." She sighed, pulling him closer. "You have such strong feelings for that girl, you have done for three years."

"You sound just like MJ." He sighed, leaning his head on his aunts shoulder. "I don't feel anything for her that way. She's a friend. And I took advantage of that. I'm The only person she truly trusts - at least, I was. And I ruined that." Peter tried hard to fight the desire to break down in tears.

"Don't say it like that, Peter. You're not a bad guy. You didn't take advantage of her at all, you took yourself out of that situation and it was the best thing for her. She has no idea-"

The pair were cut off by a knock on the door. May stood up from the couch, leaving Peter to run his hands through his hair in frustration as she pulled the door open.

"What did you do?" Tony demanded, standing on the other side of the door. "Hey May."

"Hey Tony, come in." She invited politely, moving aside to let him walk into their apartment.

"What happened? From the top, everything that happened from the moment you found her." Tony's voice was stern, not messing around at all.

Peter explained what happened and how Alice had freaked out with the man hitting his son. He spared no details and described exactly what he saw.

"Before I passed out, all I saw was Steve getting hold of the guy and Alice thrashing around in Natasha's arms until he injected her with the - whatever it was." He sighed, resting his elbows on his knees, not ready to explain the next part of the story to his mentor. 

"That's all well and good, kid, but it doesn't explain why I now have five broken windows and a pile of rubble where my stairs used to be?"Tony crossed his arms pointedly, waiting pretty impatiently.

"She broke the stairs?!" Peter gaped, suddenly feeling his guilt ten fold.

"Yes she broke the stairs! You're normally the one who calms her down yet when asked she repeatedly told us about how she never wanted to see you again - it was in Russian, in case you were wondering. Bucky had to translate and even he could barely keep up with the various curse words she hurled at us." We walked round the couch until he sat by Peter's side.

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