Marvel Fluff

Lamp:: Peter Parker

The light from the movie began to dull as the end credits rolled onto the screen, giving the living room a dark aura. I zigzagged my way through a minefield of dirty clothes and pizza boxes in search of the kitchen to dispose of the popcorn bowl and the piles of candy wrappers that had accumulated over my sixteen-hour Star Wars marathon.

Peter had left for a mission with Tony in the early hours of Tuesday morning leaving only a short note in his wake. It was now Friday night and although his note had urged me not to worry, my fear for his safety and longing for his return began to kick in. The lengthy marathon of almost all of the Stars Wars films was a welcomed distraction, however as the series drew to an end, Peters cheeky smile would creep into my mind and the homesick feeling I always felt when he was gone would seep in.

After a quick tidy up in the living room, I retired to bed in search of some z's. The large fluffy blanket hugged me and the feather filled pillows whispered sleep enticing words but after two hours of coaxing from my linens I could not find sleep. In my semi sleepy state my hand wondered to the space next to me in the hopes that Peter might have miraculously materialised while I was dreaming. He did not. Instead of a warm comforting body, my hand graced the cold sheets and I was hit with another reminder of Peters absence.

A quick glance at the small digital clock on the bedside table told me that it was three o'clock in the morning. With a heavy sigh I decided to go downstairs to watch some TV. After five minutes of channel surfing, I settled on a house hunting show.

Half an hour of watching people buy insanely expensive houses took its toll and soon the sting of the bright light became unbearable on my eyes, leading me to swiftly power down the large flat screen. As soon as the tv screen turned black my ears pricked at the sound of the kitchen window open and close quietly.

My heartrate spiked. Oh god. Someone has come to burgle our house. Shit I'm going to die. I quickly glanced around the room for possible weapons I could use to defend myself. My eyes zeroed in on the brown lamp that adorned the glass coffee table in the corner of the room. If I swing hard enough that could possibly injure someone.

Armed with the somewhat heavy lamp I carefully made my way down the hall to the kitchen where the burglar appeared to be making a sandwich.

Here's my chance! I'll get him while his back is turned!

I swung the lamp at the dark figure however with their back still facing me they dodged my calculated attacks with ease. I continued my attempted assault on the figure as they spun around and moved closer toward me with outstretched arms.

"Ally, Ally baby! It's me Peter!" I froze mid swing and dropped the lamp squinting my eyes in the dark light to see Peters concerned expression.

"Peter what the fuck are you doing climbing through the kitchen window at like four in the morning?!" I whisper yelled keeping in mind our sleeping neighbours.

"Well we just got back from Washington and Mr Stark offered to put me up in a nice hotel uptown for the night and I know it's really early but I just couldn't wait to see you and I also left my keys in Mr Stark's car." His words tumbled over each other as he rushed to get them out, he sounded like a five-year explaining to his mother why he was caught with a hand in the cookie jar.

As soon as he finished his sentence, I took him by surprise and threw my arms around his neck wrapping my legs around his waist. With my head buried in his neck I inhaled his musky scent. "God, you scared the shit out of me but I couldn't wait to see you too." I whispered against his neck.

Peter sighed tenderly and gently threaded his hands in my hair. "A lamp, seriously Ally-cat?"

"I panicked!" I exclaimed in defence. In response Peter laughed softly and massaged his fingers through my hair.

"You're gonna need some more self-defence lessons."