♡ 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 ♡

𝓓𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓢𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓮

"I don't need telepathy, I just know you."
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Word Count: 1155

Warning: super fluffy

*Kathy's POV*

I watched the frosted trees pass as the local train took Peter and I through the streets of Queens. It was the last day of school before winter break and I felt sick. Not the cold kind of sick. Not the sore throat or cough kind of sick that'll just go away after a while. It's the kind of sick that's in the pit of your stomach. The kind of sick where you can't feel your heart beating, you just hope it is because that's the only thing keeping you alive at this point. It's the kind of sick where you've never felt so alone. Even on a train full of people, you feel alone, because one person isn't with you. One important person that you can't remember ever being happy and also without them at the same time.

I used one hand to keep my balance and I felt my other hand be intertwined with another. I didn't have to look up to know it was Peter, but I did look up so I could gain some comfort from his warm brown eyes. He smiled, but I could see that he knew that mine was forced. He knew it was forced and he knew why, so he didn't ask. He just pulled me to his chest and tucked my head perfectly under his chin.

"Peter, I—" I choked out, but he cut me off.

"I know." He whispered simply and quietly. "I know you do. I miss him too." I looked up at him with a small smile and pinched brows.

"I thought I was the telepathic one." I joked and he chuckled and shook his head.

"I don't need telepathy. I just know you." He told me and I let go of the pole to hug him.

"I'm glad you know me." I muttered against his chest and I felt him kiss the top of my head.

"I'm glad I know you too."

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When we got to the apartment, I found a wreathe on the door.

"Oh, it looks like May decorated!" Peter pointed out, but I staggered in my steps. Peter turned around when he noticed I wasn't by his side. "You okay?" He asked and I quickly nodded with a gulp. I walked up to the door and followed Peter inside.

The apartment was beautiful! Garland and twinkle lights were wrapped around the column in the kitchen, toy nutcrackers were displayed on the fireplace, the usual pillows on the couch were replaced by Christmas-themed pillows, and many more decorations were around the apartment, but the one that captured my immediate attention was the green tree in the corner with boxes of ornaments by its side, waiting to be put on the tree. My eyes quickly became overflowed with tears and my hands flew to cover my mouth.

"Hi, Peter! Hi, Kathy!" May called from her bedroom as she walked out. "How was—Kathy, sweetie, are you okay?" She asked, suddenly concerned when she noticed the tears falling down my face. Peter spun around, eyes wide and mouth agape in worry and he quickly embraced me.

"Hey, hey, hey, what is it?" He asked, gently, leading me to the couch where, after tossing out backpacks to the side, I sat down and he knelt in front of me, holding my hands. May sat next to me on the couch. "What's going on?"

I smiled and just looked around. "Nothing. It's just beautiful, May. The apartment—it's beautiful." I explained, but their silence urged me to continue. "We never really decorated all that much for Christmas. I mean, the living room was decorated, but only on Christmas Eve and Day since Dad had parties those days.  Pepper would never let me downstairs though.  So all I know about decorations are from magazines and Hallmark movies."

"So you've never really had a Christmas?"  Peter asked quietly and I nodded.  "Why didn't you ever tell me?"

I shrugged and shook my head.  "I don't know... it's really depressing and I didn't want to be that kid with a sob story.  I don't want a pity party thrown for me."  Peter shook his head and cupped my face in his hands.

"You're not 'that kid with a sob story'... you're my Kathy."  He said quietly and my face heated up despite the cold we were just in.  "So, this is your first Christmas and we're gonna do it right.  We start with ugly Christmas sweaters."  He said, looking to May who got up to get something from her bedroom.

When she came back, she had a bright red and white striped sweater with a bright green Christmas tree on it and the ornaments were pom-poms.  My eyes widened and burned at the sight.  "Oh my god."  I gasped and Peter laughed.

"Oh, yeah!  You're putting that on!"  I looked in horror at his mischievous face.

"No."  I stated. 

Peter nodded wildly.  "Oh-ho-ho, yeah!"  He grabbed the sweater from May and I leapt from the couch and hid behind it. 

"Nope." 

"Yep."  We ran around the couch, trying to run from or towards the other and then Peter just hurdled over the couch.  I screamed and ran away to the hall and went into Peter and I'd room.  I could hear him running after me as I flew up to the top bunk and perched myself up there.  He came in laughing and I'll admit, I was smiling like an idiot.  He smirked and closed the door.

"I'm not wearing that.  You can't make me." 

"Oh, yeah, I can."  He said, a flirtatious smirk on his face.

"What are you gonna do?  Strip me?"  I asked, regretting giving him the idea immediately after. 

"If that's what it takes."  He said quietly, making his voice noticibly deeper, causing my face to turn an even deeper shade of red.  He jumped up to the bunk and climbed on top of me.

I swung my arms at him, trying to push him off, but then I let my gold wisps hold him up to the ceiling.  I laughed triumphantly and he stuck out his bottom lip.

"I guess you leave me with no choice."  He said, dramatically sad. 

"What—"  I was cut off by my own scream as Peter webbed my hands to the bed frame.  Peter fell back down onto me, causing us both to groan.  "Peter, you suck."

"I know, love.  It's one of my specialties."

"It's why I 'like you' like you."  I smiled, planting a small kiss on his nose. 

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A/N: I am SO sorry that this is so short! I wrote the rest at my grandma's house, but when I came back home to publish it... KAPOOF! Here's all I have though, and I hope you all have wonderful holidays and happy New Years!