don't go... -Peter Parker/ Spiderman

*Ch. 2- Closer*

                                                           k a m r y n  

The rest of the summer consisted of a blur of sentimental apologies and crying, funerals and sorting through wills. Peter stuck by my side through it all, and we helped each other step by step along the way. By the time school started again, we were practically inseparable. 

"Peterrrrr!" I screamed, running at him and MJ from down the hallway. He turned, startled, but upon recognizing it was me he broke out into one of his dorky grins.

"Kamrynnnn!" He yelled back, playfully mocking me, holding out his arms to catch me.

I fell into him and tackled him to the ground, all the while MJ stared at us confused.

"Listen, kids, get a room," she teased, throwing in an eye roll. 

We giggled and got up, brushing ourselves off. 

"So, guys, what's the plan for today?" I asked the pair

"Well, I don't know about you guys, but I  have a subway car to spray paint" MJ called over her shoulder as she walked off.

"Well, I guess it's just you and me, Spider-Boy," I threw my arm around his shoulder and he laughed. 

We walked all over Queens that afternoon, Spider-Man making the occasional experience. It had taken Peter so long to adjust to using the Iron Spider suit knowing that Tony wouldn't be there to guide him. I was so proud of him, and myself too, because even though we had been struck by something so hard, we were getting through it and growing from it.

Sharing rocky road ice cream, we looked out at the sunset on the boardwalk at the beach. I glanced over at Peter, laying back and leaning on his forearms, and something hit me. I can't tell you what it was, or why it came to me, but it did. All I knew was that Peter's hazel eyes we're more sparkly than I had noticed before, the setting sun shone perfectly on his wavy brown hair, and I wanted him to hold me and tell me that everything would be okay now more than ever. 

"Peter..." my voice died in my throat as he turned towards me with his sweet smile.

"What's up, Kammy?" He replied lazily. I could feel the heat from his skin on my arm, and I yearned to tell him how I felt.

"I-uh...," I stumbled, my tongue feeling heavy and sticky in my mouth. "I think we have to go home soon"

"Oh. Oh, yeah, sure. Are you staying with me and Aunt May tonight?" He asked hopefully, and my heart couldn't help but skip a couple beats at his tone.

"Yeah, sure. My apartment gets lonely anyways"

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"May, I'm home! With Kamryn, by the way" Peter called out into the small second story apartment. There was no reply. 

"Hm. Maybe she's out" He muttered to himself. I put my stuff down on the side of the couch and started digging through my bag, looking for my pajamas.

"Shit." I swore under my breath. "Hey Pete, can I borrow some pajamas?" 

I turned on my heels and he was directly behind me. Shirtless. 

My face flooded with heat. "Uh, um, I-"

He handed me a shirt of his and gave me a quizzical look. "Geez, Kam, you're acting like you've never seen me shirtless before"

I swallowed hard and managed to force out a laugh.

"Yeah, something like that"

I changed in the bathroom and my phone buzzed on the side table. 

Cap America: Hey kiddo, just wanted to check up on you and see how you're doing. I know times are hard, but she would be proud of you. If you need to stay at Avenger's tower, feel free. There's an extra bedroom. -Cap :)

My eyes started to water, and I knew this was just going to start my crying all over again. 

"Kamryn..." Peter pulled me into a bear hug and I cried into his shoulder. I was so tired, tired of everyone's sympathy, even though I knew I should be more upset. 

"You want to sleep in my room with me?" Peter asked, pushing hair out of my face

"Please."

And that's how we fell asleep, laying on Peter's bed with me crying into his chest, still grieving over the loss of my mother.