Sunset Secret (Peter Parker x Reader)

Chapter 36

YOUR POV:
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I pull away from Peter after a while, my breathing and heart rate having returned to normal. "Do you wanna talk about it?" he asks, looking down at me with sad and understanding eyes. I nod, sitting down in the middle of my bed and picking up the book. Peter sits down in front of me, waiting for me to start.

I take a deep breath, telling him everything. My whole story. How I grew up in horrible orphanages, got kicked out from each one, ended up at the original Avengers tower, and learned about my father.

"I found a pack that accepted me," well, maybe not exactly everything, "Some are werewolves, others are half-wolves like me. Their beta helped me do some research, and that's how I found this. The author is put down as this symbol here. The exact same one that my father had a tattoo of. Naturally, I figured that he must have written this, so I checked it out last week and brought it here. I finished it today, and..." my voice trails off as I look down at the book in my lap, handing it over to Peter with my finger keeping it open, "I'm just so lost and confused right now."

He looks over the last two pages, reading them thoroughly. When he looks up at me, he takes his hand in mine, "I'm so sorry that this is all you have of him." I give him a small smile, sniffling and picking up the book.

"I have other people to make up for it, though."

Peter smiles, getting up from my bed. "I should get back. The city will need me in about an hour or so. Unless you want me to stay?"

I shake my head, and he holds a hand out for me to help me up. "Thank you for listening," I tell him, and he nods. "Thank you for opening up to me, (y/n). I know that must've been hard." I grab his hand and stand up as well, walking to my window. I open it, and Peter carefully crawls out so as to not fall a few stories down.

"Be safe," I tell him, squeezing his hand.

"When am I not?"

THREE WEEKS LATER
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Jackson and I have met up at the library every week, talking through every bit of information we've found. Stuff like how there's supposed to be an alpha of all alphas, able to control even the 'mother species' of werewolves, which is pretty neat. However, this alpha is yet to be discovered, as no one has any clue as to how they're differentiated from the group. But during these few weeks, both of us have seemed to learn something else.

We're catching feelings.

For each other.

There always seems to be a small and awkward silence between the two of us before we start reviewing or looking for books, and then things run somewhat smoothly.

Somewhat.

Not really.

Because there'll be moments when our hands brush and neither of us knows what to do or say, so there's a conversation full of stutters until we calm down a bit. Or times when we find something new and look up at each other, triumphant smiles on our faces, unable to look away after. Eye contact is held for who knows how fucking long until the bell on the door rings, pulling us out of our trances.

We both know how the other feels, since it's extremely obvious, but we never bring it up. It's sort of a mutual and unspoken rule between us.

I won't say anything if you won't, because otherwise things would get really awkward. That's why we're just friends that know that we like each other but aren't sure what to do about it. Stay cool about it, and we're both fine.

So that's why I'm fretting out right now. Because tonight's my first full moon with the pack, and I'm not sure whether I'll screw stuff up in front of the guy I like. I exhale and look around the clearing, counting everyone. Seventeen. Perfect.