what used to be mine | peter parker

Pt. 6

"No Vi, I should be the one saying sorry.." Tony's face was determined, and he sounded really sincere.

"I just got so mad because you didn't talk to me at all, I haven't seen you in literally months, and then I find out that my own brother was basically stalking me?" I explained calmly, "it just felt so... so wrong and unfair to me.."

Tony gave me an apologetic look, "I know.. but I didn't want you to get involved with our line of work, I know it was wrong but it was to protect you."

I took a deep breath before answering him, "I understand, but can you please just ask me about my personal life instead?"

"..Fine," he gave in, at least he admitted he was wrong, and I'm glad that we worked things out. By this time we were already at the restaurant, Tony gave the keys to the valet worker and we headed in. The waitress seated us and asked us if we wanted any drinks. We both said water, and we began to look at the menu.

"What are you thinking of getting?" Tony asked, still examining his menu.

"Hm.. steak maybe?"

"That actually sounds really good, I might get that too.." A new waitress comes and brings us our glasses of water.

"Hey folks," she placed some straws on the table, bringing out a small red notepad that matched her red apron over her white button-up shirt, bringing out a pen. She had curly brown hair and light brown eyes, "have you decided what you guys want?"

"Yeah, can we get two orders of this?" Tony showed the waitress the menu and pointed to the plate, "medium please." She nodded, scribbling the orders down on her little notepad before making a comment,

"Oh my gosh your daughter is so pretty!" she remarked, Tony tensed up for a split second.

I laughed, "Thanks, but he's my brother."

"I'm so sorry if that-"

Tony cut the waitress off, "No, no don't worry about it, happens all the time."

The waitress made a sigh of relief, she walked away soon after with our orders. Tony and I spoke for a while and caught up a little more on things like school, work, and such. When we got out meals we didn't hesitate to start eating, we were starving.

A little more than an hour passed before we were walking out of the restaurant laughing. He was telling me all these stories that he had with the rest of the Avengers, though he avoided talking about Peter. I wasn't ready to talk about it, especially with Tony. I just wanted to forget that it happened, which in all fairness probably wasn't a good idea and I would have to live with the consequences.

We got home, and we were both rather tired.

"I'm drained, I think I'm gonna go to my room, where is it again?" I asked, stretching.

"Jarvis knows, he'll direct you." Tony explained, "I supposed that's easier than having to remember the directions."

I nodded, too tired to talk more, "Ok, goodnight Tony," he gave a small hum in reply.

Once Tony left the room, I then started to find my way to my room with the help of the AI. He wasn't all that bad to talk to, all things considered. I eventually reached my room, the doors looked similar, I didn't understand how Tony could tell which room was which. I opened the door to reveal a considerably spacious bedroom. I liked it, I laid on my bed, closing my eyes and curling up into a ball. The bed was comfortable, it had white sheets and pillows, and a crème colored blanket. I slowly opened my eyes again, looking at the window that was a few feet away. But then I saw something red flash by my window. I got up, curious.

"What?" I thought out loud to myself, it couldn't have been a bird, it was too large. I walked closer to the window, moving the thin white curtains aside and opening the window, it was a pretty large one. I observed the window sill, it was big enough for me to sit on. I lifted myself up and sat. Feeling the wind hit my face, it felt refreshing. Then suddenly a voice intervened.

"Hey.." Peter said, he was in his Spiderman suit, he was sticking on the wall next to my window.

I was too tired to argue with him, "Hey," I looked away from him, looking out at the sky.

"It's a really nice night, you looked peaceful," he stated, probably trying to start a conversation. "Do you remember when you found out that I was Spiderman?"

I laughed, "Yeah, I do." I looked at him, remembering. "I vividly remember that you standing in an alleyway in nothing but your underwear, because you left our date to tend to a parent-teacher conference knowing full well that I knew there wasn't one."

"It sounded good at the moment, I swear!" He tried to defend himself, putting a hand on his chest.

"Did you forget that I go to the same school as you or something?" I smiled. "Might want to work on those excuses Pete," he looked startled.

"Y-You called me Pete," he looked visibly happier, "does this mean we're on good terms? Sorry if that's reading into it too much but are we?"

"I'd have to forgive you eventually, there's no point in being mad about it anymore," I told him as I looked away once more. "But that doesn't mean it hurt any less.."

"I won't lie to you, I really don't know why I did that," he emphasized, and my heart started to tighten. "And I hated every second of it, I regret it and I just want you to know that I really am sorry.."

I nodded, not wanting to say anything more about it. He must've caught on because he didn't say much after that. I turned my body so that I was still sitting on the window sill, but my legs were hanging off of the tall building, and Peter moved beside me, sitting. Our hands were only centimeters apart, and our shoulders almost brushing against each other. We sat there in silence for a while, just appreciating each other's company. The wind was cold, I shivered slightly.

Peter looked at me, "Are you cold? Wanna go sit in your room instead?" he asked, looking slightly worried.

I shook my head, "It's ok, I'm just a little cold." That was a lie, I was freezing, but I didn't really want to move.

Peter looked as if he was contemplating something for a moment before speaking once again, "Wait here, I think I left my backpack a couple streets down there." He got up, moving toward the direction which he had pointed to earlier. I was kind of sad that he had left, even if it was for a little bit, I yearned for his company. In the meantime I sat there, my whole body becoming paralyzed from the cold. I sighed, inhaling the cold air. A few more minutes passed by like this.

"Hey, sorry, had to stop some small robbery." He explained, holding his backpack on his left shoulder. He hunched on the edge of the window sill, putting his backpack against the wall underneath the window, pulling out a red hoodie, the same red that was on his suit. "Here," he said, giving me the hoodie. I took it, smiling slightly.

"Thank you, Pete."