BAD MEDICINE - ☆ᵖᵉᵗᵉʳ ᵖᵃʳᵏᵉʳ☆

anger cooking

summary: idek I'll let you find out

warnings: if you have an allergy let's pretend that all is well and your allergy is no more

word count: 810

"Hey are you alright?" You ask your boyfriend, Peter, while you're in his bedroom doing homework. His arm is draped across his face, forearm covering his eyes, and other arm on his stomach, resting lazily.

"Yeah, I- I guess so." He sighs. You sit up and scoot next to him on the floor.

"You don't sound like it," you say honestly. There's a hint of confusion and concern in your voice, for you never like it when Peter's stressed (which he almost always is). "We can take a break from homework and talk or something."

Peter sighs deeply and sits up across from you. "Actually, I'd like to talk." You smile because you always like talking to Peter. He always has something interesting or funny to say about decathlon practice or patrol or something one of the avengers said. He looks down and swallows. His throat feels like it's shut, but he needs it to be open. He takes a deep breath and tells you, "Y/N, I'm so, so sorry for wasting your time."

"What?" You laugh. "You're not wasting my time Peter. I like being with you."

"No, but... I mean... I can't... we can't be together anymore." He says slowly.

"What-what do you mean?" You ask. Anger and confusion makes your heartbeat quicken, eager for his explanation.

"I don't love you anymore." He whispers. You both are silent, and after a moment he shyly looks up at you. Your mouth is open a little bit and your eyes are searching his face as if you can read it like a book.

Saying nothjng, you stand up and storm out of his room, leaving peter confused. You didn't take your backpack or phone or textbooks. He follows you into the kitchen to see you frantically setting things on the counter.

"Where the fuck are your mixing bowls." You demand, opening and slamming every cabinet. Peter gently hands you a bunch of aluminum bowls, all nested into each other.Peter sits down on a stool at the counter extension and watches you put crack eggs, measure flour, preheat the oven, all with a furious expression on your face. You finally slam the oven shut and hop onto the counter.

"Do you want to talk-" Peter started.

You cut him off with a simple "Sh." And waited for the cookies to be ready.

After an awkward twenty minute silence, the oven beeps and you take them out of the oven and put cookies on a plate, then push it towards peter.

"Eat it."

He delicately takes a snickerdoodle and bites into it. It's baked perfectly, which surprises him since you made them in under ten minutes (not counting baking time) and without reading a recipe. "These are good."

"I know." You deadpan. Your elbows are resting on the counter and your handy are closed together in front of your mouth. An unreadable, blank expression is on your face, contemplating what to say. "When?" You ask simply.

"I, uhm," Peter wasn't sure what would make you the happiest, so he took a wild guess. "Two weeks ago?"

You slap your hands down, startling peter and making him flinch. You make some more cookie dough, but add chocolate chips into it instead of cinnamon. You grab a spoon and eat the plain cookie dough.

"Salmonella.." Peter warns you quietly.

"There's no eggs or flour. It's special just for eating plain." You say, then continue to shove spoonfuls into your mouth. "Did I do something? Is it Spider-Man? Do your friends not like me? Do the avengers disapprove of me?"

"No, it's... it's just... I don't know. I just stopped feeling it." Peter muttered. It made Peter sad to hear him say those words. You were Peter's first girlfriend. His first kiss. His first date. He took you to your first homecoming dance. He honestly felt bad he just throw it all away with a few words.

"Is there someone else?" You ask calmly.

"N-no.

"Are you mad?"

You put the bowl down and run your hands down your face. "Yes. I guess I understand. Well, not really. But... two weeks, of fake love? Two damn weeks of fake hugs, fake kisses, fake smiles?" You feel tears arise in your eyes. "Peter, you're never one to lie. Please tell my why you waited so long to tell me."

Peter took a deep breath. "I think I was just putting it off. I didn't want to admit it. I was scared of how you would react, which, I will admit, is very different than how I expected."

tbh I didn't really know how to end this but idek I published it so it's ok