Spiderfrost

Chapter 6

Peter's POV

I wake up, the sun shining gently through the blinds. And it all comes rushing back to me. Dad knows.

I quickly sit up and look around. Everything looks normal. I can't hear anything, but that's because the tower has sound proof walls on all the bedrooms. I get up and causally open the door. I can hear shouting coming from the common room.

"You are manipulating-"

Pops is cut off by Auntie Tasha. "He's not manipulating anyone."

"You would say that while being-"

"I've manipulated him. So think about what you were about to say."

I hear the science wash over the room like a tidal wave. I yawn and walk into the room like I just heard none of that. I opt for the "nothing ever happened" approach and walk over to the kitchen to make breakfast. I can feel the stares boring into my back, but ignore them.

I reach for the creal, and that is where Dad speaks. "Peter."

"Yes?" I try to sound calm, but I'm really panicking inside.

"We need to talk."

"No, we really don't."

"Look-"

"Loki was brainwashed. You are ok with Uncle Bucky living here, and you trust him to help me. But you don't trust Loki. The same thing happened to both of them, just with different causes. So you are going to forgive the one who had a childhood and wasn't kidnapped for political power intended for the one that was?"

"Look, Peter, what I'm trying to say is-"

"You aren't listening. Why can't any of you listen? Just for once? Why can't you let go of a grudge for someone who wasn't in control of their own body and mind? Why are you being so picky?

Just let it go, ok? He is the only person here who took the time to figure out exactly how my PTSD works. You know that list of trigger words that appeared mysteriously on the counter? That was him. You know why you don't get notifications from FRIDAY that I'm panicking or having a nightmare anymore? That's because they go to him. Because he can actually calm me down and remind me that I'm safe without making it worse.

He loves me. I love him. He's the god of mischief, so yes, he parks me a lot, but plenty of people do that. He cares for me and makes sure that I am safe and ok. We would give his life for me. He almost died once.

And the most I've done for him is start to wear a little more green and act more inthuatic about snakes. But aren't those things we all do for our significant others? Can't you accept that, if mischievous, he is ultimately a good person. Geez, you guys are weird sometimes.''

And with that I walk back to my room. I can hear the footsteps come after me, but I don't bother to look back. Why is this happening to me?