Super Human? •PETER PARKER 2•

Chapter 6

Peter opens the door. He tries the lights but they don't turn on. I walk into the smallest apartment I have ever seen. He tries the lights again but nothing. "Damn it," he says to himself. I look and see the place is basically a bedroom. He has a small bathroom on the far side and what I assume to be a poor excuse for a kitchen on the left side near the window. Other than that it's a lot of clothes and a bed. You'd think being an Avenger would have its perks, but he did tell me May saved it for college. Our college isn't cheap."Sorry it's a mess," he says. "I'm not here much. Just use it for sleeping when I can," he says. I suddenly realize what time it is and look at my phone to make sure I'm not mistaken. Sure enough it's almost 2am.

"I'm sorry Peter, I didn't realize how late it was," I say. He shakes his head and moves past me to sit on the bed.

"No it's fine. Spidey stuff keeps me out even later sometimes. I actually don't sleep that much," he says. I feel uncomfortable with being here. I didn't mean to intrude on what he probably thinks is a him only space. I really don't understand how I got here. I never even liked Peter... now I'm lying to myself, alright.

"I better be going," I say. I start towards the door and go to open it but it doesn't go.

"Oh, shoot, uh," Peter gets off the bed and tries to help me. "It gets stuck sometimes," he says wiggling the knob. I'm suddenly hyper aware of how close we are. Like wildly close. Like our legs are touching close. he bangs on the knob and jiggles it again and the door swings out. "There, uh sorry about that," he says. I look up and see we are only inches away from each other.

"Sorry i kept you so late," I say to him. I can feel his light breath on my face.

"It's fine, like I said, I don't sleep much," he says. I nod. I want to leave but I find my feet not moving and I'm just looking around. "Stella, weren't you leaving?" He asks. I look back at him and nod again.

"Sorry, I was just," I shake my head and Walk out the door. "Sorry Parker," I say waving to him. "Bye," I say. I suddenly realize I don't know where in town I am. I turn back as he's closing the door. "Uh Peter," I say before he's able to close it.

"Yes?" He questions a little too eager. He catches himself and shakes his head a little clearing his throat. "I mean, yeah?" He says more cool.

"I don't know how to get home," I say almost laughing at myself. He smiles.

"You aren't the far from campus, but I can swing you back?" He asks. I make a face that must say what I was thinking. "I mean, I know you don't like it much, you never have, but I'm not great with direction," he says. I look down disappointed.

"I'll just figure it out," I say pretending to be cool and like I'm not super scared to wander around by myself. "Thanks Peter," I add turning. I don't hear his door shut as I walk down the hall. Instead I hear a loud sigh and what I assume is a wince.

"You could stay here," he shouts down the hall to get my attention. I stop walking, I wasn't expecting that at all. Staying in a twin bed with Peter Parker? Um, not my idea of a great time. I turn and smile politely.

"I don't mind finding my way," I lie. I do realize how tired I am after I say this. I yawn and blink a couple times.

"Stella it'll only be a couple hours, then I can walk with you back to campus," he explains. I stand hesitant. "Come on Stella, you look exhausted," he adds. I sigh and nod slowly.

"Fine, but only for a couple hours," I say. I walk as fast I can back to the room as he shuts the door behind me. He moves some clothes off the bed and makes a space on the floor. I watch as he does this putting my bag down on the mini fridge.

"You can have the bed," he says sitting on the floor. I blink a couple times and furrow my brow.

"You are gonna sleep on the floor?" I ask him. He nods making a pillow out of clothes even though he has two pillows on the bed. "Peter I don't have a disease, come on," I say as I step over him and lay on the bed then pat the mattress next to me.

"Are you sure?" He asks sitting up. I move over as close to the wall as I can and nod. He sighs and lays down next to me. I feel him laying on his back as I lay with my back to him. "Goodnight Stella," he says.

"Night Peter," I reply. I lay there suddenly not tired as I listen to him breathe. He is shaking a bit I can feel it since my back is touching his arm. I sigh and close my eyes trying to fall asleep but I can't get comfortable at all. I sit up and unhook my bra and remove it while keeping my shirt on then lay back down. It's a little better. I feel Peter flip over and can't tell what side he is on. Some time passes when I feel his arm flop across me. It causes my eyes to flutter open and I look at his hand which is close to me but not touching me. I hear him breathing lightly, I can't decide if he is awake or asleep. I glance over my shoulder and see his eyes are closed. I let out a small breath and figure it would be more comfortable if we were closer and cuddling. I move closer to him and adjust his arm to wrap around my waist. It's the most comfortable I've been since I've come into the apartment. I close my eyes again and end up falling asleep.

I wake up after having a bizarre dream where I was married to brad Pitt but then he turned into Peter and then he killed me in the Spider-Man suit and Felicia was there and they made out in front of me. Bizarre.

I wake up and see we have moved in our sleep. I am now on top of Peter like a cuddled up kitten and his arm is wrapped around my shoulder. I look in the corner at the clock and realize we slept in. It's almost 10am. I won't be able to make it to my 9am at this point. I notice my hand is resting on Peter's chest, which is surprisingly hard, but I guess Spider-Man needs to be fit. I decide it's time to get up, but I get nervous when I hear Peter groan and shift. I pretend to still be sleeping he has a mirror in the corner that I just now noticed and I can see him open his eyes. He looks down at me and smiles a bit. He runs his hand over my back and stops when he feels a scar. It's from when I healed him and it never fully went away even after these years. He was cut deep, therefore I was cut deep. He pulls his hand back up and I feel him shake my shoulder. I pretend to sleepily wake up and I sit up, not wanting to acknowledge I was even near him. "Hi," he says lightly.

"Hi," I say back. I look at the clock again and groan. "I missed my first class," I say to him. He sighs.

"Yeah I had an 8am," he says. "Guess my alarm didn't go off," he adds.

"Yeah," I say not knowing what else to say. "Well, um," I start getting out of bed. "Thanks for letting me stay here," I say grabbing my bra from the floor and my bag from the top of the fridge.

"No problem," he says shifting a bit. He gets up and looks at his shirt as I head towards the door. I jiggle the knob and it opens. "Oh, hey, did you need me to walk you back?" He asks. I shake my head.

"Nope, I got it. Better in sunlight anyway. Later Peter," I say quickly heading out before he changes his shirt which I know is his goal. I sigh and basically run down the hallway. So many questions are running through my head. Why did I stay there? Why did I cuddle? Why did I let him back in my life? Most importantly why did he want me to stay?