Don't Kill My Sunshine ( Irondad & Spiderson Fanfic )

Always

A week after Peter had moved into the hospital room, we slowly and gradually grew closer to each other. We weren't at the stage of hugging or making any contact yet, but close enough. I was getting better at playing the piano and to say Natasha, and Clint, who had decided to barge into my music room during our appointment, was pleased when I gave them a show. I also played the piano when Pepper and Rhodey came a day after that. I didn't miss how their eyes glinted, holding tears at bay and their lips curled into a soft smile.

For a very brief time, I found happiness crept into my heart. For a moment, I forgot that I had cancer. For a moment, seeing my family happy was all that mattered. For a moment, I wished Peter was there with us but he wasn't because he didn't what to intrude on our meeting.

After Pepper and Rhodey left, Natasha gave me a bunch of blank note sheets, because she thought it would be better if I wrote my own music. That was how I found myself, stressing over the task because I had been trying to figure the suitable keys for the past hour. There were a lot of crumpled music sheets, littering on the floor.

I turned to Peter who was currently sitting on the couch behind me with a pen and a book that I had never seen before. He was eying the crumpled papers on the floor with a disapproval expression and a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.
I just rolled my eyes at him and made my way to the couch and collapsed in a stupor next to him. "I thought you told me you can create the most beautiful music humankind will ever hear an hour ago?". He gave a sly smirk and arched a cocky eyebrow.

"Hey! This thing needs motivation to work. It's not my fault there's nothing to motivate me.", I said, pointing a finger at him. He just giggled and laid his head on my shoulder and tucked his feet under my thigh. I felt my muscles tensed because no one but Pepper and Rhodey were allowed to be this close with me.
I contemplated what to do but decided to let him and relaxed my body against his as I slowly slid my arm around his shoulder.

"Everyone has motivation. It's either they choose to see it or not that matters. You only fail when you stop trying. Your only limit is your mind, if you believe you can, then you can keep going and doing the things you want. Or maybe it's simply not the right time yet.", he said, looking up at me and gave me the smile he always did, a soft and reassuring smile.

Or maybe my motivation that I'm looking for is right here by my side.

I cleared my throat and quickly changed the subject by nodding at his book. "What's that? Never seen it before."

He looked down at his book and held it to his chest. "Oh, nothing. It's just my journal. I write the things that I think are important so that I can always remember them. I also love poetry because I find them really beautiful. So sometimes I write my own poems whenever I'm free."

"You mean like a diary?"

He immediately pulled away from my side and I looked at him with a teasing smirk. His mouth gapped as his face turned crimson red. "No, it's not a diary! You made me sound like a girl. It's a journal!", he waved his journal in his hand and I couldn't help but laugh at his face.

"Alright, alright. I believe you. Did you say poem? How about you recite your favorite one.", I asked because I was getting curious about all this poetry stuff. He just looked at me with a deadpan expression and huffed. "I don't have a favorite. They're all beautiful in their own way."

" Then tell me any you remember."

He calmed down and curled back at my side but this time I didn't tense and just let his head on my shoulder. He puckered his forehead like he was trying to remember any before gave a hesitant face. "I just remember a perfect one.", he said. I told him to give it a try. And he did without lifting his head, which was now on my chest.