Marvel One Shots

•willow + peter• *part 1*

"mj, i'm sorry. i-"
"think we should just stay friends?" mj cut off her boyfriend, peter, catching him by surprise.
"uh, well, yes. it's just-"
"you like someone else?" she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
he groaned. "stop finishing my sentences for me!"
she shrugged. "stop being so predictable."
he glanced at the girl he really liked. willow jane miller. she pulled her pants up by her belt buckles, making him smile. she did that a lot.
"go get the girl, peter."
he looked back at mj. "really?"
"of course. i think we're better off friends anyway. besides, you guys would be cute."
he pulled the girl into a hug. "thank you so much, mj."
—>two months later<—
*willow's pov*
"peter," i giggled as he pulled me after him. we were running across the sand. my sandals were in my hand as my bare feet touched the hot sand. "peter, wait!"
he slowly stopped, turning with a giant smile on his face. his eyes were closed as he chuckled, "why?"
"i can't run as fast as you!" she kissed his knuckles. "how do you run so fast?"
he paused then shrugged, his smile decreasing slightly. "i have no idea."
she chuckled and interlaced her fingers. "where are we going anyway?"
he jumped up excitedly before starting to walk again. "there's a park down here that no one ever goes to!"
i chuckled, leaning into him. "you know, i live right beside a park."
"not on a beach, willow."
"righttttt."
i've been hanging out with peter, ned, and mj for two months now.
peter and i started dating after the first half of the first month.
everything was great.
except the fact that peter always disappeared. i asked ned and mj about it but they said i had to ask peter.
i decided today was probably a good day to ask, so i did.
"why do you always cancel our dates?" i blurted my question out after only a few seconds of silence.
"what?"
i blushed and looked at the ocean. "well, whenever we're going to hang out, you usually cancel. it's been happening a lot more lately. so i was just wondering if i did something."
he immediately shook his head, jumping up to stand in front of me. "you didn't do anything."
"then what is it, peter? i'm worried."
"how do you not know?"
"know what?"
his shoulders slumped. "can i have some time first? i swear i'll eventually tell you, but for now..."
i nodded. "of course. that's fine." i looked into his eyes. "you're okay, though, right?"
he leaned in, "just peachy."
i pecked his lips. "good."