A European Lovecation -Peter Parker fiction-

I Don't Want You To Go

We get to the new hotel, and it's beautiful. But the way to there was funny. Peter called a drone to kill Brad and made the whole bus almost fall off the cliff. I couldn't stop laughing at Pete... Then he told me to stop. I didn't. Haha. But it was all because he had this funny picture of Pete trying on a new suit. But it was wrong for Brad to go inside that place.

The new hotel was filled with gold walls and diamond lights everywhere. I look around to find Peter but he wasn't around. I checked the bus... Wasn't there either. Oh god where is he.

Still looking frantically, I see Peter rushing around a corner. I go up to him and take his hand, to take him back around the corner.

"Peter, where the hell did you go?" I ask scared.

"I was just with Mr Beck and Nick Fury" he holds my hands tight.

"your not going with them are you?" I look into his deep chocolate eyes. Pete looks down and sighs.

"Mary I have to"

"but I don't want you to get hurt" he looks back up to my level.

"and I don't want you getting hurt. It's the only way. Mysterio is the most trusted person right now. So I think you don't need to worry" Peter grows a small smile across his face.

"I don't trust him"

"what?"

"I don't trust Beck. When we went into the shield headquarters basement thing, something felt really iffy about it. I kept looking at Beck and he kept looking nervous. Like I would find something out... Something bad" my voice slowly rises.

"and that something bad would be fighting the monsters"

"no it wouldn't Pete. Like Beck is bad!" my eyes also slowly fill with anger.

"Quintin Beck is not bad! Mary if he's bad don't you think Nick Fury would notice?" he voice also rises.

"yeah probably" I look away.

"then why would he be bad!" I shrug at Peter comment and water slowly forms in my eyes. He lowers his fave down to our feet and tightens his grip in our hands.

"he might act like another Tony Stark Pete. But I know he's not, and you should to" a single tear dances down my cheek. Peter looks up with tears in his eyes.

"don't say his name. Please" Peters cheeks form red bloches everywhere.

"hang on, where your glasses? Wait don't tell me you gave them to him" he laughs and looks up at me. Peter stutters. "god Peter where's your common sense. You can't just give them to people even though he looks like him" my blody boils with anger.

"Mary I have common sense. That's why I gave them to him, for 'him' to be the next Tony Stark" he let's go of my hands.  -i know it's later in the movie but just in this one he gives them to beck earlier-
-writer

"Peter what the fuck!" I yell. "just go! Don't come running to me when he tries to kill you! Run back to Mj, get with her. Get into a relationship with her! It's not like I care. It's not like I have feelings for you! It's not like I have had them for ages! Just... leave me!" I cover my mouth quickly with my hand, realising what I just said. tears come bursting out of my eyes with the word vomit. Great now Peters going to hate me. Peter looks at me with complete soulfulness in his eyes. I turn away trying to hide my feelings from him. "just leave me Peter" I try to say through all my tears. Peter leaves me with tears forming in his eyes.

I fall into a couch that was close by and crawl into a ball of tears. Why did I say all that. He's going to hate me so much now, and that he's going to get killed. God I can't think of what it would be like without him. I would not be able to be Spider-Devil anymore... Because it'll all be my fault.

"heads up guys! We're going to the Opera now!" Mr Harrington exclaims. Everyone groans. I look over to everyone and see Pete, rubbing his face with his hands that were on his knees. I stand back up and walk into my room, that was also Pete's. I get changed into something a little bit nicer than tights and a jumper. So I put on a skirt, a shirt that goes with it and a belt with dock martins that were scoffed so much from running around Venice.

We all get ready and walk out of the beautiful hotel, I saw Pete walking by himself, but Mj walks up to him. A tear almost falls down but wipe it away quickly.

"hey mary" a low warming voice rushes through my ears and pulls me back into reality. I turn around to who it was.

"hey Brad" I give brad a fake smile. My heart used to beat fast when I looked at him but not as fast as when I looked at Peter. But my heart was steady, beating slowly... Very slowly.

"you ok, you seem upset" his small smile makes me giggle from my stomach.

"Nah, I'm fine" I look away. A rush of wind covers my arms. I shiver.

"here. You seem cold" Brad gives me his coat. I put it around my shoulders and hold my arms in the middle of it.

"thanks" after a bit it seemed awkward I needed to break it. "so, what do you think the operas going to be like?"

"boring" we both laugh quietly. "hey I heard you and Peter fighting before in the hotel" oh shit. "don't worry I didn't listen to it. But is everything ok between him and you" I try to hold back everything but it just bursts out. Brad hugs me and holds me tight. "shhh. Shhh" Brad clams me down a bit more. I look up and see Peter looking at me with a guilty fave. but I look away.