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Forty-five days. Forty-five days since Y/n had agreed to Peter's idea. Almost two months of dating Peter Parker, and everything was going smoothly. She was feeling better than ever than before. No more attacks, no more blood, and no more yellow petals coming out of her. It was amazing, really; To not feel the constant tightening of your chest and the burning of your throat.

Y/n felt normal.

The forty-five days of dating Peter Parker consisted nothing but dates, late-night talks, and staying at each other's rooms for the night. It felt perfect, almost too perfect. Of course, there was still the lingering fear of 'What Ifs' at the back of her mind—because it never really left. She was cautious, careful of giving too much of her heart to him. But she also reminded herself to just live in the moment. And she did.

Everyday, Peter seemed to always have something up his sleeve. Either little surprises such as food, visits, and adding displays of affection to the little "list of things". There were forehead kisses, hairline kisses, boops on the nose, and back hugs. Y/n was starting to think if they were moving a bit fast. Their once platonic intimacy hastily turned into a very romantic one. She doesn't want to complain, because maybe that was just how Peter is as a boyfriend? Being very affectionate and clingy. But of course, the thoughts at the back of her mind kept reminding her repeatedly: none of this is real.

To put it simply: Y/n Stark was torn in between.

"Y/n?" Peter's voice echoed the room as he called out to her from the living room. The two were at Peter's apartment, baking cookies because a someone (Peter) had cravings for Y/n's famous batch of chocolate chip cookies. It was a pretty basic cookie, but Peter loved how she made them. He loved how she adds M&Ms to it, which made the plain brown and tanned color livelier with the bursts of assorted colors of chocolates. He walked over to her looming figure by the counter. She had been strangely quiet for a couple of minutes, and Peter wanted to know why she had been quiet for too long.

"Hmm?" she replied, not looking at him as she was too focused on getting the batter on the cookie sheets. Only did she know that Peter was behind her when a pair of arms snaked around her torso and a chin settle on her shoulder. By this time, she was used to Peter's affectionate gestures, but it didn't stop her heart from beating loudly as it had the first time he had been this intimate.

"You've been quiet lately. Is there something on your mind?" he said in a hushed voice by her ear.

"Nah. Just focusing on finishing this batch." She kept her reply short, but Peter still stood there with his arms around her, chin on her shoulder, and swaying her ever so lightly. He managed to get her to giggle. "I'm starting to regret I ever agreed to this lunatic idea of yours, Peter. Maybe I should've just locked you out and do the surgery in secret."

He frowned. "Why? Is it because I smell bad after training?"

She laughs out. "No, it's because you're such a fucking koala."