The New Avenger

Peter Parker

Peter and I sat on my bed across from each other. We sat in silence until Peter spoke.

"So as I was trying to say at the table. I, uh think you're cute too."

Me? He thinks I'm cute? I looked down at myself. I was in an old t-shirt, jeans, and I could tell my hair was a mess. How does a person find that cute?

"Wh- what's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" He said hurriedly.

"It's not you, it's just how exactly do you find me cute? I'm not the best looking girl."

"Your...smile, the way you mess with your fingers when you get nervous, and your voice. It's soothing. Not like a falling asleep kind of soothing, but a calming kind of soothing. Ya know? If that makes sense."

I thought about it for a moment.

"Yeah. It makes sense. I just didn't know you thought I was cute, I mean I'm not that appealing to look at," I laughed slightly.

He looked at me with a puzzled look on his face, "Why do you say that? I mean have you seen yourself? Your dark brown eyes that I can see exactly how your feeling, your beautiful honey skin, and your hair. It's like magic or something."

I looked down at my lap, "Wow.. I never thought about that... well I mean your the only one who's ever really thought I'm pretty, and if I'm being honest... you aren't that bad looking yourself," I sheepishly look up at him to see what his reaction is.

"Oh," Peter smiles and a blush creeps on to his face, "Thanks," he blushed even harder, "I mean- never mind. I really should learn how to respond to a compliment."

"I think your way was perfectly fine Peter." I brushed my hair behind my ear and looked up at Peter. I caught him looking at me. He quickly turned away in embarrassment.

I looked down at my lap. I wonder what we would be. Would we be a couple or be friends?

"Hey," me and Peter said at the same time, "you can go," we said at the same time again, "no you," we said at the same time. I put my hands up as a signal for Peter to not speak.

"You can go," my hands fell to my lap.

"Ok. Well I wanted to ask if what we were going to do. You know like if we are going to become friends or become a couple."

I guess Peter was thinking the same thing as me.

 We could become a couple, but there could be problems with that. The only thing we know that we have in common is that we like each other. We could be totally different.

We could be friends though. Even if we don't like the same things we still get along pretty well.

"Peter, I think it might be better if we stay friends. I don't know what you think, but I think that would be best. And who knows we might become a couple later on," I gave him a weak smile, "So what do you think?"

He looked at the clock on the wall, at his lap, then finally at me, " It's uh, it's getting late, and I think their watching a movie. I kinda wanted to watch it. So, uh yeah," he started to get up off my bed, "Do you wanna watch the movie with me?"

"No. You go ahead. I still have to unpack somethings."

"Are you sure-"

"Peter it's fine," I said with more force then I should have. He walked out of my room to the living room, looking back when he got to my doorway. I waved my hand at him to go.

When Peter was gone I laid down on my bed. I don't think he liked my response. I mean Peter's a great guy and everything, but what happens when it doesn't work out? Do we stay friends and every thing is fine, or would there be something weird between us? I just don't want to risk a friendship with Peter.

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"June! Come say goodbye to the Starks and Peter," Steve shouted from the living room.

I do not want to face Peter right now, but it seems that I have too.

I sluggishly walked to the living room, taking my time to look at all the pictures on the walls and count the rooms on the way there. If you're wondering there are four rooms leading to the living room and about twelve times that many pictures on the walls.

When I got to the living room I noticed Peter was nervously shuffling his feet. I think he realized that he would have to say goodbye to me somehow, whether that be a hug or just a quick goodbye.

I said my goodbyes with the Starks (really nice people btw), and moved on to Peter. We just stood in front of each other. Peter wouldn't look at me.

"Hey Pete, I'm sorry about what I said. I was just mad that you didn't answer me, but, uh now that I think about it. It was really dumb, and I was overreacting and you can take your time answering," I took a breath looking for a response. I didn't get one, so I kept talking, "It's a big decision to make and it could change our lives and stuff, so yeah you can take as much time as you need."

He still would look at me, but he seemed more relaxed, "You know that you can talk to me right? I won't get mad again. I promise."

Peter looked up at me, "I know. Goodbye June," Peter pulled me in for a hug.