two sided | peter parker

XLI | yearning

『yearn·ing | noun | a feeling of intense longing for something』

SHE WANDERED INTO THE KITCHEN, eyes meeting Peter's brown orbs as he sat contently on the stool at the bar styled area of the kitchen. With his elbows on the counter, the boy looked up from his phone as the girl shortly rummaged through the fridge and retrieved a leftover pint tub of ice cream. 

"What are you doing awake?" Instead of retorting something like those fake romantic films about rivals that become lovers, Y/n shrugged and slid onto the stool beside him. Occasionally, she'd pop her head up to look at his Instagram explore page as he scrolled through it interestedly. "I couldn't sleep." She excused.

Shoving a spoon of ice cream into her mouth, she let the flavor of cookies and cream be devoured by her tongue. Peter glanced up, blinking at her briefly before turning back to his phone and going to his home page to like one of Ned's recent nerd posts. "Why not?" Y/n rolled back her shoulders, the spoon still in her mouth.

Rubbing her eyes tiredly, she yawned and removed the utensil from its location in between her lips. "I don't really know," It was blatantly obvious to Peter that she was lying, the look in her eyes and how she would fidget every now and then by tapping the bottom of the ice cream tub. "I just can't sleep."

Peter blurted it directly, setting his phone down as he powered it off. "You're lying," Y/n seemed to chew on the metal spoon silently, grinding her teeth against it in a thoughtful manner. Her grip tightened on the handle of the utensil. "You still see through me." She said softly instead, removing the spoon and finishing the last of the tub.

He laughed lightly, eyes averting to the counter whilst his own fingers played with the pop socket attached to the back of his phone. Peter continuously popped it in and out, twisting it sometimes for the playfulness of it. "I don't think I couldn't even if I tried," He smiled at her, the girl sharing a shaky smile back.

"I couldn't sleep because of a nightmare," She confessed, leaving the area to toss the empty pint tub into the trash can before rinsing the spoon and sliding it into the dishwasher. Turning around, Peter was still sitting at the same stool with the same smile pasted across his lips. He looked to the side, "Do you remember how we'd nap together after my nights out?" 

She nodded feebly, moving her eyes to the floor and mumbling. "Yeah, I do remember. I'd always try to bandage you up and comfort you too, especially after someone involved a knife or a gun. You'd always get wounded somehow, no matter how many times you seemed so confident and reassured me."

Peter was in front of her now, Y/n watching as his gray socks appeared under her ray of vision. He grinned at her, tilting his head as his brown curls swished along with his movements. "You didn't forget," His eyes were locked onto hers, the girl moving her head up slightly to look him straight in the eye with a soft beam of her own. "How could I? We were inseparable, Peter."

His eyes flickered back from her eyes to her lips, as if asking for permission. She nodded hesitantly, their lips barely brushing together before Friday announced herself loud enough for just the two of them to hear. "Mr. Stark is going to the kitchen. I advise you two to go back to bed." Letting go of his collar gently, Y/n took a step back.

Gulping, she nodded and released a heavy breath. "Friday's right. Tony'll be concerned and I think I'm too tired at this point to deal with his pestering questions." Y/n smiled apologetically as Peter complied, slipping his hand into hers and walking alongside her back to her room. Again, it wasn't the dramatic scene in which he turned around and she grabbed his wrist.

Instead, they stood face to face at the door as his gaze fell upon her and her gaze fell upon the both of their feet. The tips of her socks bumped against his, amusing her in the slightest way while she squeezed his hand. "Actually, can you stay with me, Peter? Just in case the nightmare comes back, I-I don't want to be alone."

Peter knew the feeling, his thoughts lingering back to the cold sweats he'd wake up in after he defeated the Vulture and even after their shared battle with Thanos. He nodded gently, opening the door and letting her slip in beforehand, following her in afterwards. She took a little while to relax, the girl staring out the window before rolling her head onto his shoulder.

"I missed these moments," She tiredly closed her eyes, whispering under her breath as their fingers were still tangled in each other's hands. Peter's breath hitched softly, his head turning to her. "I missed this too." He confessed, watching as her movements grew looser and less coordinated before she fully slumped onto him.

Her soft snores were the only thing that signaled her sleepiness at this point, the girl was so asleep that she could even be used as an example of the saying 'dead as a door nail'. Peter glanced out the window, now seeing why she had such an odd habit of just admiring the sky. The moon was out and bright, creating a pretty light.

The stars dotted across the sky made numerous constellations only a few of them in his memory, but he was sure that Y/n could name various others compared to the ones he could register currently. His head lolled to the side, back to the girl who was snoozing contently on his shoulder. 

Kissing the top of her head, he moved her down a bit and snuggled in with her under the covers. Their heads laid on the soft pillows as Peter left one last chaste kiss on the side of her temple, pulling her closer and taking in one last breath before the darkness covered him in dreams, straying far from nightmares.