Your New Favorite Fanfic

“He does NOT like being called a parasite...he cannot stress that enough.” Tony’s eyebrow raised as he sipped from his bourbon. “It communicates with you?” He inquired, shifting nervously in his seat. “Yeah he does, he talks constantly, can’t ever get him to shut-up...Well it’s true? You always have shit to say...” Eddie continued on a conversation with himself as everyone watched in dismay. Tony cleared his throat, leaning forward. “I hate to interrupt your inner dialect, but we’re all still pretty confused here, mind filling us in there bub?” Eddie’s attention snapped back to the rest of the table. “Uhh yeah sorry, so anyways, I’m sure you already know about asshole Carleton Drake, the dipshit responsible for all of this madness. He brought these lifeforms back in the hope that humans could achieve homeostasis, and survive on distant planets, should Earth become inhabitable. What he failed to realize is that these symbiotes are conscious beings, smarter than us. At first their intention was to invade earth and use us as a means to do so, but after my...” Eddie took a long pause, glaring around the room trying to find the right words. “Uhh fateful encounter with venom...plans were changed. At least...venoms were.” Steve turned his attention away from Nat’s hand at this point, turning towards Eddie. “So you mean to tell us there are still more of these running around freely? Ones who maybe don’t share the same viewpoints as...your little friend there?”

Eddie sighed and leaned back in his chair, chewing at his bottom lip and glaring over to Peter, who nervously glanced around. “Wh-why are you staring at me like that..?” Eddies face softened as he leaned forward. “You’re pretty strong huh? Venom said when he merged with you he felt immensely powerful. Regenerate faster than most too..” Peter swallowed nervously. “So that’s what..possessed me.” Eddie nodded. “But the plane engines starting up rushed him out, shortly after venom merged with me, I was snooping around the compound for a report.” Peter nodded, and Steve cleared his throat visibly becoming aggravated. “So yes or no? There’s more symbiotes?” Eddie looked equally as annoyed. “Yes. And we can stop calling them Symbiotes, their proper name is Klyntar. But, one in particular. And you’re not going to like who he merged with, hence the reason I’m here.”

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You chewed your bottom lip nervously as you climbed another flight of stairs. Tony stark was a fucking Ga-Zillionaire, you’d think he’d have a working elevator. You huffed, realizing you were almost to the penthouse. Peter had given you the codes to get in, in case of an emergency, Tony and him had said for you to come here. You felt a pang of guilt as you realized you were abusing his power, but you knew Tony and Pepper never minded, and Peter would be relieved to see you. Passing another window you caught sight of your reflection, coming to realize how crazy you looked. Hair a curly mess, never bothering to dry it all the way, peters oversized tee, and some soffee shorts. And boy was it cold. About an hour after Peter had left there were strange noises that made your skin prick with fear, and you couldn’t stand the way things were left. You had called May who directed you to Stark Tower, which lead to you careening up eight, very long, flights of stairs.

Your mind wandered to what Peter would say about your outfit. His oversized grey tee gave the appearance you didn’t have on pants at all, and your wet hair would earn you a scowling for sure. But at least you’d get to tell him you love him. A shiver ran through you as you made it up the last flight of stairs, approaching the door, you could feel warmth on the other side. You punched in the code, and slipped past the door into a hallway. You could hear frantic voices in the other room and you slowly made you way into the foyer. Everyone was seated at the kitchen table, mostly everyone you knew, save a few people. You immediately recognized Peter, although you could only see the back of his head. His curls were fucked, sticking out every direction and you had the urge to sift your fingers through them, taming them back into place. You noticed Steve Rogers next, recognizing him from your school videos in gym class, although you were always much more fixed on watching Peter do his sit-ups. You vaguely recognized the woman Steve was helping pick glass out of her hand, Black Widow? And of course Pepper and Tony were grouped together listening intently. “A man by the name of Cletus Kasady..” The last man at the table stated, and your ears perked up. You had learned about this man several times. A criminal, a threat to national security. Homeland Security and Psychology were your majors, so this was a name you were all but tired of hearing. “I know that man.” You blurted out.

Everyone turned to look at you. Peter’s expression went from happy to confusion as h further observed you, his brow knitting and lips turning to a frown. The man with tattoos and dark hair shifted in his seat, eyes looking hungry as he stared at you. “And you are..?” The mans tone was anything but respectful, and he was undressing you with his eyes. Peter huffed as you made your way over to him. Grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you into his lap, using his arms to cover your legs. “Practically my daughter in law, so we’d appreciate if you didn’t eye-bang her.” Tony spoke up. Eddie clicked his tongue and threw his hands up defensively. “My bad, hey, the more you know.” Peter looked up at you, deactivating his suit and using his hands to warm your arms and legs. “Honey, your skin is like ice, what were you thinking?” You shook your head at him, eyes welling with tears. Peter noticed and hurried to stand up, leading you in front of him. “Come to my room, well get you something warmer to wear. His head threw glances at Eddie over his shoulder as he guided you to his room.

Peter closed the door behind him, instantly rummaging around, mumbling to himself under his breath about your wet hair as he pulled drawers open finding you clothes to wear. Pacing over to you he pulled his Midtown hoodie over your head, and tossed you some sweats to dress into while he searched for some socks. “Baby, what are you doing here so late, I would have came back for you?” he kneeled in front of you, pulling the wooly socks on over your feet. You didn’t know what to say, so you simply reached out, tangling your fingering into his curls, pulling his face into your stomach. “I was scared.” He butterflied soft kisses across your tummy pulling his face up, and meeting your eyes. “Why darlin’?” You shook your head softly. “I heard weird noises outside the apartment...Like scratching. At first I thought it was you crawling to the balcony, but you never came. And I couldn’t sit around, I had to make things right. I just got you back, I don’t want to loose you over something that happened forever ago...” Your tears seeped out slowly and peter reached up to wipe them away. He slotted himself next to you on the bed, pulling you into a hug, shocking you. When he pulled away, you nodded and calmed your breathing. “I think you needed that love. You can’t lose me baby, I’ll always come back to you. As for the apartment, I’ll check it out in the morning, were staying here tonight. You’ll be safe here with me, yeah?” You smiled up at him and nodded. “Now, we really need to get back downstairs..” 

Peter pulled you off the bed, and followed you back down into the living room. Everyone had disbanded from the kitchen table and made their way over to the bar to make drinks. You approached Tony as he pulled you into a hug, seeing you were upset. “Long time no see, kid.” you laughed into his chest. “I’m sorry for breaking into your penthouse..” Tony laughed as he pulled away from you. “Don’t be sorry, you know your welcome. Maybe next time Peter will give you the elevator code.” 

Oh. That makes sense. 

“Still considering my offer when you graduate? I pay a lot better than the CIA will.” Tony half teased, as you laughed. You had nearly passed smooth out when Tony had offered you a position on the team. “Of course I am. Wouldn’t want to work for anyone else.” you chuckled. Pepper gave you a sideways hug, and kissed your temple as she set a mug of coffee down in front of you. It seemed Steve had finally finished wrapping Black Widows hand, as she made her way over to formally meet you. “Hi, I’m Natasha, you must be y/n. Believe me we already know everything about you.” She laughed. Peters cheeks flushed red, a sight that you still loved to see. Steve stepped forward and introduced himself as well. “My names Eddie, uhh sorry about earlier, I had no idea you were ya know, with the spider-guy.” You nodded his direction as you heard Peter mumble something nasty under his breath. His arms came to wrap around your waist. 

“That’s all alright...But yeah I know Cletus Kasady. Studied him several times, even got to interview him. I intern with the FBI, Behavioral Science Unit, and I also major in Psychology, and Homeland security. So I’m all too familiar with him.” Eddie nods slowly, swirling his drink in his hand as he seats himself at the bar. “Mind telling us a little bit?” Tony chirps in, leaning against the bar to listen. “Oh, sure...Kasady, to put it lightly is a sociopath and a homicidal sadist... As a child he murdered his grandmother, dropped her hairdryer in the bathtub, and tortured his mothers dog. His mother tired to murder him after she discovered what he did, but his father, mind you, who was just a psychotic as he was, killed his mother in turn, and was thrown in prison, leaving Cletus an orphan. He was sent to St. Estes School For Boys, where his...odd behavior made him a target of abuse from his peers, and staff. Cletus killed many more people throughout the orphanage and burnt it down. He became known as Americas most notorious serial killer and was eventually arrested and charged. The buzz this last week was all about his escape..” You trailed off and silence fell over the room. Eddie cleared his throat. “And you interviewed this chum? What was he like?” You shuddered and Peter’s grip on your waist tightened, as if he couldn’t hold you close enough to him. “He was...just that. Odd. He said some really sick things to me. I still have the audio recording of the interview at my apartment. My partners...and Peter all begged me not to do the interview, said that he had a pattern of obsessive behavior and they didn’t feel comfortable with me going through with it. Now looking back I wish I would have listened. He’s somewhere out there on the loose now, and to say I’m afraid is an understatement...” 

Eddie shook his head. “You should be afraid...and careful especially now. I didn’t come to bring good news. I came in contact with Cletus as well, just three days ago. Here in New York. I was searching for an extremely violent Klyntar, named Carnage. Venom sensed he was close, we rounded an alleyway and witnessed Kasady cornering a lady in an alley, luckily we arrived in time before he could... Anyways...he ran from us. And we haven’t been able to track him since. We might need help. Carnage is violent in nature, I can only imagine what tendencies of Kasady that he’s attaining.” Peter gave a confused look. “So, what you mean is that when a Klyntar merges with a human, they feed onto that persons attributes?” Eddie nodded slowly. “Oh. Yeah, that's perfect! So we have a gassed up, murderous psychopath running around empowered by a violent alien life form? Hmm wonderful.” Tony threw the rest of his drink back, his eyes wandering around the room. “So how do we stop it...?” Steve inquired. “Well first obviously we have to capture him. And assuming we can get that far, we would need to separate the two, and kill Carnage.” Eddie finished. Your head lulled against your palm, your body was tired and your mind couldn’t erase the thought of Cletus running around New York in a murderous rampage attempting to find you. 

“I can find you too one day...just like you found me”

His raspy voice echoed in your head, you wrapped your hand tightly around Peter’s arm. He met your eyes, seeing that you needed to escape. “Well, we can’t do anymore tonight but rest...it’s late. Tony we’ll stay here...I don’t want her at the apartment after tonight.” Tony nodded. “Of course, you guys are always welcome. That goes for you, too.” Tony nodded at Eddie. “Granted that you don’t try to eat anyone...Lot of the team is spread out worldwide right now so there’s plenty of room.” Eddie nodded and followed Pepper down the hall as she showed him to his room. You pulled Peter by the hand and led him out of the kitchen to his bedroom, closing and locking the door behind you. You let out a shaky breath, peeling off his sweatshirt and sinking into the bed. “Pete, what are we going to do...” You whined softly pulling a pillow to your chest. Peter set on the bed next to you stroking your hair. “H-hey, y/n it’ll be okay. I’m always going to keep you safe..But tomorrow I really need to listen to those tapes.” You shook your head. “You’re going to be mad peter...there’s a lot on them I didn’t tell you about, I mean, this guy blatantly threatened me. But I shook it off because, he’s a psycho? I mean that was expected right?” Peter rubbed his eyes, you could tell he was stressed beyond measure. Sitting up you kissed his shoulder. His eyes met yours, and he took your chin in his hand, resting his forehead against yours. “None of that matters, I’m going to take care of you.” You nodded softly. 

Peter licked over his bottom lip, his eyes gazed from yours down to your lips and back again, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. “You look so sexy wearing my clothes...” You softly whimpered as he leaned in to kiss your neck, making you see stars. “You look even better without them.” He tugged at his shirt, lifting it over his head, tufting his soft curls as his bare chest came into view, catching your breath. Goosebumps erupted over your skin as he tugged at your clothes now, peeling them off and leaving you naked. He peppered gentle kisses over your thighs, pausing over your heat and meeting your eyes. “Is this okay?” His eyes begging you for permission. “Yes...Please.” You begged him softly. His head disappeared again and you felt him lick a stripe up your heat, lips settling over your clit. You gasped and whimpered as he massaged you slowly, his fingers entering you and moving against your spot perfectly. Your orgasm took you by surprise and you mewled as peter licked his digits clean. Your thighs clench as he leans back pulling down his boxers and sweats, cock springing free from their constraint. 

Peter is back over you in an instant, kissing you deeply. You can taste yourself on his lips and it makes your head spin. You’re so lost in his kiss, that you jump when Peter pushes his thick length inside of you, pushing you apart, and causing you to moan against his lips. “That feels good babe..?” He asks you rhetorically, because he can already see he’s driving you wild. You whimper underneath him as he slots himself deeper between your thighs, pushing your legs back and hitching one over his shoulder as he ruts inside of you, tip of his cock brushing your g-spot perfectly. You quickly become a whimpering mess, as his movements speed up, threatening to make you unravel for him again. He grabs you by the chin, forcing you to meet his eyes as he fucks you deeply, his hair was nothing compared to the wild, fucked out mess it is now, his eyes are blown with lust and his mouth hangs open slightly as he groans. “Say my name love...” You moan loudly as one of his hands leaves your hip and tangles in your hair. “C'mon baby...say my name, let me know who makes you feel this fucking good...” He fucks you harder. “You do Peter...Just you babe...fuck I'm gonna cum!” Peter buries his head into your neck and fucks you into your second high, holding you tight while you shake in his arms. 

“My turn love.” He kisses you swiftly before he sets back on his heels, pulling you into his lap. He gives you just a second to adjust to his length before he bucks up inside of you, causing you to move against him. You card your hands in his hair and throw your head back, holding him close to your chest. “That’s it princess..just like that...so tight for me, such a good girl.” Peter’s praise encourages you to speed up, bouncing on his lap. He moves his hands to your hips helping guide you up and back down on him. His movements become sloppy and you can tell he’s close. You pull his head back by his hair, and look into his deep brown eyes. “I love you peter..fuck..I want you to cum for me.” Peter goes into a frenzy, rutting inside of you until he’s shaking. You cradle his body as he picks you up and guides you back to the mattress, groaning and whimpering as he paints your walls with hot strips of cum. “Fucking hell, I love you too baby.” He finally replies, rolling off of you and racing to the bathroom for a towel. After cleaning you off, peter climbs back into bed, nestling next to you and pulling you into his chest. “Your heart is beating so fast, you okay doll?” he asks you. You nudge away from his chest, peeking up at him. “I’m okay, that’s just what you do to me.” You laugh. 

“It’s okay hon, c’mere.” His voice was soft and inviting. You fell back against the mattress, breathing out deeply. Peter could hear you’re heart hammering, like knocking on wood to his trained ears. He placed a hand over your chest which you took into your own, bringing it up to kiss his fingers individually, meeting his eyes and offering a small smile. Peter wanted to ask if you were okay, but he needed to know what had changed in you that caused such nervous behavior. 

But you’ve been gone for a long time.

 Is that even my business anymore?

Peters eyes scrunched at the thought and his brow furrowed harshly. You could see his troubled expression and turned to your side, sliding your hand up his cheek and meeting those warm eyes.

“Peter, what’s the matter?” You inquired. He shook his head softly finding your eyes, knowing your inability to hide from him, to hold anything back when he looked in them deeply. Something had changed in you since he had left, and he expected things to be different. But not like this. Seeing you frightened, and jumping away from him merited worry within him, and he had to know. “What happened while I was away?” Your became small curling down, and Peter knew immediately by your expression that something had happened. He hoped that you wouldn’t get angry with him for needing to know, but his heart couldn’t help but feel as if he had failed to protect you. 

And yet, here you were cowered into your pillow, hands drawn closely to your face, refusing to let anything slip. “Y/n, please...You jump away from me like I’m going to kill you, you flinch in your sleep when I touch you. If something happened I just need to know so that I can help you.” His voice was earnest and caring. His fingers gently lifted your chin to face his eyes, and you studied his face. Honest intentions and love was all that could be found. “When you left, something happened, and I had to start seeing a doctor. He diagnosed me with Anxiety...” Peter’s eyebrows raised as you trailed off. “Oh and also Major Depression.” You finished, gnawing at your nails. Peter carefully grabbed your hand away from your face, kissing your fingers. “Can you tell me what happened...Is that my fault?”

Yes. Yes it is. 

“No, of course its not your fault.” you stated, your fingers tracing his lips. “And I don’t think I’m ready to discuss it just yet.” You hoped that your words weren’t too sharp, that Peter wouldn’t be able to feel the resentment you still held. Many talks with your counselor had proven that it was easy to forgive Peter when he was long gone, and never coming back. But here he was, directly in front of you, and there was a face to the name that had marred your lips for the past year. 

Can I really move past this?

You knew that Destiney’s answer would be ‘Fuck no.’ So your mind wandered to your parents, what might they have said? You couldn’t gauge, they had been deceased for such a long time, you’d have no way of knowing. You were pretty sure your counselors answer would be something along the lines of... “In order to be able to forgive him, you need to let him first know what he did wrong.”

You snorted internally to yourself. It wasn’t time. And even when it was, it had to be done in a gentle way, a way that Peter could mourn as well, because it was his child, after all. It would need to be done with no animosity, no hurt feelings. Just support and love. Peter’s hands traced over your shoulders and down your arms, sending shivers over your body. “You’re so beautiful...but you look so different.” He didn’t meet your eyes, focus only trained on your body, as if he was just having a conversation with himself. 

“Yeah I’ve lost weight...” your voice cracked. You were embarrassed. You used to have beautiful curves, but after becoming severely depressed you had gotten down to one meal a day. Destiney called you every day to threaten getting on the first plane to New York if you didn’t start eating again. You had improved a lot over the last few months, but your struggles weren’t lost by you. “Destiney got me back on...somewhat of an eating schedule. I’m doing much better. I kind of just lost myself after...you left...” You trailed off, noticing Peter’s sad expression, he lifted his head to meet you. “Well, I’m here now. And I’m going to stuff you full as a tick.” He winked as you laughed at the expression he had stolen from you. Something your grandmother used to say. 

“Okay then, I won’t complain about that.” your eyes sparkled up at peter as his smile warmed your chest, he rolled over on top of you, warm skin blanketing you, making you feel protected. “You won’t complain about this either...” He breathed into your ear, lightly nibbling at your earlobe. You didn’t realize how ready you were for him until Peter slipped inside of you, drawing out a soft moan. The morning sun was just peeking through the curtains, and you felt safe in his arms as he caressed, and lazily kissed you, movements slow and relaxed as he savored you. And that’s how the rest of your first morning with Peter was spent, your breathless moans mingling in the air along with Peter’s soft grunts, sloppy kisses, and a lazy cleanup afterwards, followed with the pair of you tangling up, and once again falling into a peaceful sleep. 

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You stirred again for the second time that day with peter breathing gently next to you. The sun seemed to be well into the sky now. You studied Peter as he slept and felt a giddy smile cross your face. His eyes were soft, his lips slightly parted as he snored lightly. You smirked as you untangled yourself from his arms and checked your phone, finding you had slept until eleven.

That’s what good sex will do to you.

You laughed to yourself, unable to shake your airy feeling as you slipped out of bed and threw on peters tee that was strewn over the floor with the rest of your clothes. You crept downstairs, making coffee as your phone buzzed. It was MJ.

Well that good mood didn’t last long.

A realization came to you as you stared at the picture of her smiling and hugging you around the neck from behind: Your friends knew about Peter, and lied to you. A small pit gathered in your throat as you clicked the ignore button and slammed your phone back down, running your hands through your hair.

You heard Peter clambering down the stairs, you shook your nerves pulling the cream out of the fridge and continuing to make a cup for yourself and Peter. “Still take your coffee black? No sugar, right?” Peter nodded but his look was more concerned. “What’s wrong hon?” You rolled your neck out, forcing a half smile. “Fine. MJ just called me.” He looked confused. “Did you talk to her?” You shook your head. “Nope. And I don’t really want to either.” Peter nodded slowly, deciding not to push you on the topic, but you needed to rant anyways. “I just think it’s funny she knew where you were at and didn’t say a thing to me. Especially after what I went through, she could have told you...or me... it’s whatever.” You trailed off sipping your coffee and meeting his eyes over the brim of your mug. You could feel the yearning to let your hurt and anger out to Peter building up but you kept reminding yourself, it’s not the right time.

“Tell me what..?” Peter’s curious look was making it difficult to hide your own pain. “Ugh..we have a lot to discuss...but let’s start with you. What’s going on Peter? I still don’t know exactly why you had to leave.” His expression was hard but he sat next to you at the bar, and held your hand. “I just want to start by saying that I’m sorry I left you...I never wanted to...I always made sure you were safe. Tony’s been having people watch out for you, so you were never in any danger. But, Nick Fury got word about a major corporation in San Francisco that's been harboring illegal alien life forms.” You blinked at Peter and he sighed. “This sounds fucking nuts, I know.” He ran his hands through his hair and sat back in his chair. “Yeah it does but I’m listening so go ahead.” You still struggled to process all of this information but continued to power through as Peter explained a symbiotic life form attempting to merge with him, and soon after running loose in accompany with three more and murdering several people across the United States, including New York.

You sat back and slowly nodded. “Right here in New York...” you bit at your nails softly and glared at Peter. “Yes. And the rest of the avengers have been running around here like crazy trying to contain it. It uses the victims body, like a host, for a short amount of time, and when it feeds off of them to the point they can’t go on, it abandons them to find a new host. Leaving them dead, or in critical condition. The one here in New York, that’s still on the loose, seems to be more...violent in its actions. But my focus was to go to San Fran to find the source and attempt to capture one, well only one of two that still survived anyways.  But Tony ended up doing that in one week...so...” Peter sat back as he grumbled his last sentence. “Why couldn’t you tell me this?” You shook your head at him. “Because I knew you’d want to go with me to San Francisco and I couldn’t put you in danger or impede on your life. You’re so busy with school I knew you’d graduate this year, and it’s so important to me that you reach your goals, I couldn’t uproot you like that, and put you in harms way.” Trying to be understanding was hard, but you knew peters intentions were good. You had been working hard to graduate, and work for homeland security, your dream. You couldn’t imagine peter would do anything to jeopardize your career or your safety. But there was still a couple of things you needed him to address.

“And as for MJ, May, Ned, the rest of our friends? They know, don’t they?” Peter nodded with shame. “All of them.” He stated, your suspicions confirmed. “And they ALL lied to me.” Your lips puffed in anger as you crossed your arms. “They never wanted to, especially May...” you sat up straight, meeting peters eyes. “Well at least May invited me over, and cared for me. No one else ever came to see me, matter of fact, they avoided me.” Peter breathed deeply. “Because I asked them to.” Your stare was ice, penetrating peters heart.

Now you’ve done it.

“And I need you to know why...if they saw you like that they would have told you everything. I couldn’t have that happen, y/n it’s dangerous!” You slid off of your barstool, storming up the stairs into your bedroom, ripping off peters tee shirt and pulling on a towel. His eyes followed you. “Y/n please say something to me...” his voice was sad and needy, but your anger trumped everything he could feel. Your head was getting hot, anger bubbling over, clouding your judgment, you no longer cared about your actions. You stormed over to your night side table, ripping open the drawer you took out the small piece of paper he had left you, his eyes were shocked. “You left me with this. Just this. You had me watched, compliments of the philanthropist playboy-billionaire Tony stark. And I couldn’t know a thing about you. But what you don’t know? Is that I was pregnant with your child when you left me. And sad to say, I lost it right on that bathroom floor. So don’t talk to me about ‘dangerous’ because for a while, I was a danger to myself. And you weren’t there.”

You cut your words short due to the tears in your throat, slamming down the letter on the nightstand, and turning to go shower. “Sonograms in the fucking drawer next to our picture, if you wanted to see it, babe. Congrats.” You jarred shut the bathroom door with a loud thud, leaving Peter standing with tears welled in his eyes. He couldn’t say a word. His breath was caught in his throat as tears involuntary slid down his cheeks. He walked over to the nightstand and pulled the drawer open fully, revealing the picture of you and him at his internship graduation, right before he became an actual Avenger. He softly picked up the folded envelope next to it that had written in your curly handwriting “Baby Parker.” Opening it up, he withdrew a tiny print out of a black and white depiction, a tinsy little squiggle with an arrow pointing at it stated “baby.” He put the photo back in the envelope and folded it into his pocked, sniffing hard.

You shuddered as you heard the front door slam downstairs. Peter was gone. Maybe he’d walk out of your life for good this time. A part of your heart hurt for him, imagining the shock and pain he was enduring, you desperately wanted to hold him or comfort him. “I didn’t have him to comfort me, and I survived.” You spoke aloud to yourself, as if it would convince you that he would be okay too.

So much for gentle and loving.

You washed your thoughts away, letting the steam consume you.

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Peter padded harshly along the sidewalk towards May’s apartment. Tears stained his face and he hoped that no one noticed as he passed them. Bounding up the stairs and fumbling with the door, Peter burst through and slammed it shut behind him. Head resting on the frame, as his hands traveled through his hair.

I shouldn’t have left her like this...

“Peter..?” Mays soft voice beckoned his attention, he turned around to meet her eyes. Her face settled with understanding. “So you know.” She stated, shifting her feet. “May it’s all my fault.” Peters voice cracked as his tears fell, he carried himself over to the kitchen table and fell hard into a chair as May’s arms wrapped around him, gently comforting him as she had done for you many nights. “You can’t blame yourself, Pete. Sometimes it happens to women.” Peter pulled slowly away from her embrace and his bleary eyes gazed up at her, he was slowly shaking his head. “But maybe if I didn’t go...” May shook her head and put a finger to his lips. “Uhh-uh, hush. You did what you needed to do, and y/n was taken care of, she had Destiney and she had me. What’s done is done, you can’t sit and hone on it. Mourne if you need to, but most of all, you need to talk to her about it.” Peter laughed despite everything else. “Talk to her? She doesn’t even want to look at me May?” May chuckled.

“That’s not true Peter, you were over there all night. Everything is new to her, and for you too. You both need time to communicate and discuss what happened.” May nodded her head at Peter encouragingly. He wiped his face clean with his hands. “Okay.” He stated simply. Peter grabbed his phone to shoot you a quick text apologizing for leaving, and to see if you’d be okay to talk later.

Pulling out the envelope his fingers traced over the little squiggle in the photo. “I was a dad, May. I didn’t even know it. Why didn’t you call me? I would have came back?” Peter looked up at may with a hurt expression, and her own features hardened. “For the same reason you didn’t tell her you’d left, Pete. It would stop you from doing what you needed to do.” Although Peter was hurt he understood why May had hidden it from him. It became clear to him everyone had something to hide from one another, not just him from you.

His phone buzzed and he hastily picked it up, sad to see Tony’s name instead of yours. He slid to answer the call and Tony’s frantic voice bleared through the speakers before he could even give a proper greeting. “Kid you gotta make it over here, ASAP!” Tony continued bellowing on so Peter hung up the phone. “May I gotta go.” Peter let out a frustrated grumble as he hugged his aunt quickly, activating his suit. Slipping out of the window, he raced towards Stark Tower.

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Needless to say, what Peter stumbled upon his arrival was a mess. Furniture was knocked over everywhere, Tony was in full suit, arm raised towards a large glass mixing bowel that Natasha was perched on top of, Steve was shouting at her, hands flailing through the air. “Get off of the fucking bowel and just let him blast the damn thing Nat?!” Natasha held fast her position, the goopy substance tumbled around in its confinement, struggling to escape. “No can do Steve! We’ve worked too hard to find these things and contain them, we need to keep them alive, for research. What if it’s potentially a more dangerous threat then we first imagined? And what if there’s more?” She struggled heavily against the rumbling bowel as she spoke. “We need to know more about them!” Steve rolled his eyes his hands met his face in frustration. “Not at the cost of killing you? That thing would have to if we wouldn’t have stopped it!”

Natasha gasped in frustration. “We don’t know that! If it wanted to infect me it would have, it’s like it’s searching for something else.” Tony stood strong, charging up his reactor, aim ready to fire. “Pete, go get her off the damn bowel and I’ll do the rest.” Peter didn’t think anyone had sensed his presence yet in all the chaos, but his mind was filled with questions. “How did it get out?” He blurted. Steve turned his head slightly, still not taking his eyes off of Nat and the vibrating mixing bowel. “We don’t know, this thing is smart, one second we were all up here having a drink, and the next it had set itself loose and was fighting to get out of the flat. Nat trapped it in this bowel.

“WHICH IS MY FAVORITE MIXING BOWEL, BY THE WAY!” Peter turned to see Pepper flying downstairs to join the madness. “Tony stark I told you to get rid of that fucking thing or take it somewhere else! I know Nick Fury has a perfectly good lab somewhere but you keep it held up here like a house pet while you and Peter prod at it day in and day out!” Her eyes flickered towards Peter, who froze in his place. “No offense, Peter...” she added, unable to bitch him out without feeling hurt.

“None taken..so how do we...handle this?” Peter stammered. “Just told you kiddo. Go tear black widow here off of the bowel and I’ll handle the rest.” Both Natasha and Pepper rather loudly protested at the same time, causing Peter to cringe. Nat carried on about how it didn’t need to be killed, and pepper seemed to be screeching about her rug and coffee table, causing everyone to jump when a voice approached behind the group.

“You could just let me have Venom back?” Peter whipped around, instinctively webbing the mans hand to the wall. Nat clung to the bowel even tighter, and Tony turned his attention, as Steve ran down to the lab. (peter presumed to go find his shield.) “Sorry, have WHO back?” Tony asked sarcastically. “And also why the fuck are you in my house?” The man was tall, with bulky shoulders, his voice was gruff and stubble lined his cheeks. He was wearing a casual hoodie, sleeves rolled up, tattoos covered his left arm that was webbed to the wall. “Yeah, security is shit here by the way, no offense mister Stark, and I’m referring to my symbiote, I’d like him back now, before you idiots fucking kill him.” Steve arrived back downstairs, clutching his shield tightly.

Peter blinked, unable to speak. Tony’s mask opened, and he stared the man down, cautiously lowering his hand. “What is your name? And why are you giving that thing a name?” He questioned. “Names Eddie Brock, I’m from Cali. Might’ve heard of me from my show, but that’s not important right now. I’m calling him venom, because that  his is name, and he’s my symbiote.” Eddie turned his attention to peter. “Say kid, you wanna get this off my arm? Your girlfriend might be into this type of shit but I’m not.” Peter thought of you briefly webbed to his bed, but pushed the thought far back reminding himself now wasn’t the time. He slowly shook his head, not sure how to gauge the situation. “Oh for fucks sake, Venom, I know you’re weak buddy but ya gotta help me out here a little?” Everyone’s attention turned towards Natasha as the bowel rattled violently and busted. Glass showered the ground as the symbiote twisted and shot across the floor towards Eddie, pressing against his skin. Eddie let out a sharp cry, then a second later appeared to be normal again, ripping his arm away from the webbing.

“Alright...” he started with a relieved sigh. “That’s much better. You guys wanna come sit down, I think we have a lot to discuss?” Everyone collectively steed at each other, then back at Eddie and nodded slowly, making their way to the table. “Alright good, we got lots to catch up on, so let’s get started.”

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Pushing open the door and stepping into the foyer, you threw your things down next to the kitchen island and sauntered over to the living room where you turned and stood nervously, picking at your nails. You began to study peter as he unlaced his boots and set them on the shoe rack at the door, next to the rug that demanded “Wipe your paws.” 

“In the south, we don't wear shoes in the house, honey.”

Your words echoed back to you as you studied Peter, even after all this time he still remembered house rules, as if he had never left. He pawed at his pockets pulling out his wallet and keys and tossing them into the bowel on the kitchen counter where yours sat as well. He let out a deep breath as he ran his hands through his curls and focused his eyes on you, taking a step in your direction.

“NO.” your own voice surprised you as your shock wore off. It wasn't hesitant and weak as it had been for the past twenty minutes, you had found your vigor again. Peters eyes widened and he halted immediately in his tracks, not saying a word, giving you the stage at last. “I don’t want you to take another step closer until I know the truth.” You swallowed hard as peter slowly nodded. “...Because if its not good enough...I want you to turn and walk right back out that door.” Your breath was ragged and heavy. Destiney’s words echoed in your head, and you knew she was right, you were stronger than you were a year ago. You deserved so much better than this treatment.

“y/n, can you take a seat so that we can talk...I have so much to explain, and its going to be hard for you to understand, love.” His pet-name for you instantly triggered anger, as apposed to a year ago when he called you this you’d melt in his hands.” “Absolutely I will not. If there’s something you need to say spit it out.” Your tone was cutthroat and Peter realized he wasn’t getting the two of you anywhere by taking things lightly on you. He threw his hands in the air. “Alright! fine. I’m Spiderman.” he stated simply. 

Your stare could have burned holes in his body, your arms coming up and crossing over your chest defensively. You shocked yourself as a high pitched laugh left your throat and you nodded crazily. “Okay. Get out of my house.” You stormed right past him into the kitchen, and began rummaging through the cupboards in search of a kettle to put on tea, as you normally did when you needed to calm your nerves. His face was marred with a look of confusion. “I’m telling you the truth. I can prove it..” His voice trailed off as you slammed dishes in the sink out of the way. “Yeah sure you can. You’re insane. Doors that way, don't let it hit you in the ass on your way out.” Your tone was cold, and your heart was hardened.

 “The fact that you would come back after a year, A YEAR, of no contact, and tell me you’re the fucking Spiderman...Peter Parker, you've got a sack on you...” You continued to grumble madly when you heard a strange noise behind you. Whirring around to investigate a frightened gasp left you, the kettle of water crashing down at your feet as you saw something expanding over Peter’s body, a mesh of navy blue and crimson red until he was armored from head to toe, in a suit. “what the...fucking hell...” was all you could manage to get out.

“This is my nanotech suit. Tony’s design. Its personally my favorite, the most protective...I have two more though. I was bitten by a spider a couple of years before I met you, and ever since my senses have been dialed to eleven. I can stick to walls, climb up flat surfaces you name it.  Anything you’ve seen in news reports, or even on YouTube. That's all me.” Peter awaited your response, but you didn’t nudge one bit, hands still ghosting in the air where your tea kettle once was, he could hear your heartbeat from where he stood. 

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to scare you! I just needed you to listen.” There was shock and confusion written all over your face. “I need to sit down...” your head was spinning. “Oh..yeah okay.” Peter took your arms, helping you around the spilled water and assisted you into a bar stool behind the island. You sat gaping at him in shock as he shuffled around the kitchen, cleaning up the water and starting a new kettle of tea. “This changes everything...I-I thought you had left me...for another woman...” Your mind was racing and your sentence trailed off. Peter deactivated his suit, and set a mug down in front of you, walking around to face you directly. “No, y/n I would never...could never do that to us...Some things happened and I had to leave in order to keep you safe. And May, and all of our friends, everyone. I hate what I did, and you have no idea how painful it was to even imagine how much pain I must have put you through. Even if it doesn't change a thing, and we can’t be together again...Please I need you to forgive me..I need to explain to you so that I can make you understand what I had to do...” 

His eyes were soft, pleading and begging you gently. His hands were caressing  yours lightly, fingers gently petting over yours. You hung your head, studying his hands. No longer able to meet his gaze. “No idea, huh?” You muttered under your breath. Peter took your chin in his hand and raised your burning eyes to meet his. Hot tears trickled down your cheeks and fell into your lap, you couldn't hold them back anymore as soft sobs left your lips. “I have no idea, huh?” Your thoughts raced back to that night on the bathroom floor. Back to Peters baby, what he or she might have looked like. A small boy with freckles and chubby cheeks, eyes just like his daddies, creamy chocolate. A little girl with brown locks, and rosy lips. Maybe eyes like yours if you got lucky. You remembered being incapable of reaching your phone, unable to tell anyone. Waiting to be found and cared for. 

But he had no idea. 

So why punish him?

You brought yourself to your feet, standing inches away from him, chest nearly touching, swollen, tear stained lips dangerously close to his. “Do you want forgiveness Peter?” you whispered the question over his lips, and could see the goosebumps rising over his skin. “Y-yes...More than anything...I love you, I can't live another day away from you…” You slowly grazed your lips over his neck, trailing over his collarbone, until your head lulled back, and your eyes traveled up, greeting his. “If that's what you want...then you can have it.” Peter was overwhelmed by your prowess. Your soft eyes were filled with lust, begging him to lift you up and take you to bed. He swallowed hard, straining to show self control. “Y/n, I don't want you to make any decisions you’ll regret, and I still have so much to tell you...” You brought your index finger up to his lips, silencing him as you shook your head. “We can talk later. And I already know exactly what I want.”  And your words were truthful. All you needed was to be in his arms, feeling him move above you, hearing his soft moans and grunts, to taste his lips again for the first time in forever. Your breathing was heavy, and his entire being was pulling you to him, he was your gravity. Grounding you heavily to him. “Don’t you want me-” His lips crashed into yours. A deep guttural groan escaped his throat, which you absorbed with your mouth, fondling his bottom lip with your tongue, hands reaching for his belt hastily.

“No..not here. Bed...The bed.” Peter stammered, sweeping you into his arms and carrying you up the stairs to your bedroom. Tossing you down on the bed, he huddled on top of you, a mess of hands and hair, the two of you molded into each other perfectly. Peter licked delicate kisses down your neck pulling soft moans from your lips as he nestled himself between your legs. His senses were overloaded. A whole year of missing you, yearning for you, dreaming every night of having you underneath him, and to finally have you in his arms, illicitly moaning his name, he didn't know if he could control himself. Pulling back he took a look at you, making sure you were okay. 

“I just need to know that you’re alright.” he breathed. He couldn’t take the way you were eyeing him any longer. The way your chest rose and fell, the way your breast looked underneath the thin material of your tee shirt. You looked so divine, and belonged all to him. “I am okay baby..I’ll be even better once you’re inside of me.” you remarked with a smirk, sending Peter completely over the edge. He dove back down over you, quickly trailing his way down your neck, licking and sucking soft love bites over you collar bone and down to your breasts. Your illicit moans went straight to his cock as his tongue and lips teased over your nipple. 

Peter was completely absorbed in you. Hair falling around you like a halo, sweet little noised falling from your lips. Making quick work of your pants, he moved to your thong, accidentally tearing it off, earning him a shocked look. “Uhh...I’m sorry babe I'm just..” He trailed off as you chuckled at him leaning up to meet his lips. “Its okay Peter I'm anxious too.” you assured him. Peter slowly kissed down your legs, revealing goosebumps on your inner thighs. He loved how responsive your body was to him, how you were so wrapped up in him and unravelling for him at the same time. He gently lifted your thighs up to meet his shoulders, resting his head between your legs, his brown curls teasing the inside of your thighs. Peter peppered soft kisses, making eye contact before and groaning as he licked a stripe up your core, resting his tongue on your clit and massaging slowly. You mewled, tangling your fingers in his hair

Focusing on your clit, rocking his head side to side, peter slipped a finger in cursing under his break. “Fuck...so fucking tight.” you gasped his name, causing his pants to tighten even more uncomfortably as he rutted into the bed, searching for any kind of relief. Peter began pumping his fingers faster, watching you unfold underneath his tongue, and toss over the bed. He pushed your hips down, and your thighs wide open, forcing you to feel every second of pleasure. “You’re close, huh? You going to cum for me princess?” You were a panting mess, nodding franticly. That familiar wave of heat rose over your body, making you curl your toes and cry out as peter caught you fast in place, wrapping his hands over your thighs and holding you onto his mouth as you rode out your high. 

Peter licked his fingers clean as he pulled away from you, and in one fluid motion he removed his clothes standing bare in front of you, his erection springing free. Your breath caught in your throat as you took in his appearance. He was chiseled, just like you remembered him. New scars marred his body that were still healing from the past year, you could tell time hadn’t been kind to him. Gazing down his body you noticed his cock and swallowed hard. It had been so long since you had seen it, and it was no less intimidating, making your mouth water. “Stop doing that love.”  Peter ordered. You hadn’t even noticed that you were gnawing at your lip in anticipation until Peter drew his hand to your mouth, tugging your bottom lip from your teeth. “No need to be nervous baby...its just me.” Peters eyes were traveling over your body with so much confidence and want that it was hard for you to believe that this was ever the same shy boy that stammered over his textbook to ask you on a date over four years ago. You were pulled from your thoughts when you felt Peter slowly lower himself over you, pushing your thighs aside and resting between them, his hot throbbing cock grinding against your core as he slowly kissed you. “I’ve been waiting so long for this...want you so bad...” Before you had time to think, Peter had began slowly pushing himself into you slowly, groaning deeply. You gasped sharply into his shoulder as he slowly sunk into you. You could feel Peter shaking, his breath was ragged. He pulled his head away from your neck, and tilted your chin to meet his eyes. “Are you okay?” he breathed, kissing your forehead. You nodded quickly. “Are you?” You nuzzled into his neck kissing and coaxing him gently. “Yeah...Just dont want to lose control..I dont wanna hurt you.” You pushed his sweaty curls back from his forehead. “You could never hurt me Peter.” He groaned in response and kissed you deeply as he began to move inside of you, your hips rising up to meet his as you threw your head back and moaned his name. 

Peter gripped tightly around your waist, with one hand, the other one hiking your leg up to push deeper. His eyes became wild and you groaned loudly as his grip tightened on your hip further, sure that it would leave bruises. Not that you cared, the need to be as close to him as possible overriding any pain and replacing it with pleasure. You felt tension building in your core again, so it was to your disappointment when Peter pulled out suddenly, leaving you feeling hallow without him. You started to whine when peter gripped you roughly by the chin and kissing you fervently and meeting your eyes. “Don’t be bad baby, I’m going to give you what you need.” One swift movement and Peter had turned you over to your hands and knees, pushing into you hard. His arm wrapped around your neck, the other traveling around your waist to your dripping core, teasing small circles around your clit. The air was filled with your moans, Peter’s heavy breathing, and the sound of his skin meeting yours. “Peter.... please don’t stop, you’re going to make me cum..” you begged. He piled into you harder, biting your shoulder. “Cum for me princess...need you to be a good girl and cum for me.” Peter growled in your ear, pushing you over the edge. You came hard around him, your body shaking and your knees giving out from underneath you. 

However Peter was relentless, tossing you onto your stomach and driving into you with more force. “Please babe...I don’t think I cant take anymore..” Peter grabbed your chin pulling your lips to his. “C’mon babe...open up for me.” You parted your lips, allowing peter to spit inside of your mouth, then pulling you in again, gracing you with a deep wet kiss, his tongue traveling over yours. He pulled back, mouth ghosting yours. “You can take more baby...I know you can. Just a little bit longer, can you do that for me, princess?” You glared into Peter’s eyes, lips barely brushing his as he spoke. “Words baby...let me hear you.” You gasped deeply. “Yes baby...I’m okay.” Peter’s movements became more rigid, his hands tangled into your hair as he whispered in your ear. “That’s my good girl...fuck m’ so close.” You mewled peters name as you unraveled for him again, feeling him release inside of you. Peter untangled his fingers from your hair, loosening his grip on your hips as he fell slack on top of you.

“Peter...you’re squishing me love..” You squirmed underneath him and he rolled off of you, shifting to his side and pulling you closely to his chest. “I’m sorry, are you okay darling?” Peter catered to you, pushing your hair from your forehead as your face fell to his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You nodded slowly and traced your fingers over his arms, brow furrowing as you brushed over healed scars. “I’m okay, but I feel like I should be asking you that.” Peter pulled your chin forward, kissing you lightly. “I’m just fine. I’m perfect. There’s so much we have to talk about, but tomorrow. I just want to hold you now.

There was a lot to be said in the morning. You contemplated how you would tell him about the baby, if you even should at all. But how could you ruin the moment? Peter’s breathing slowed and his eyes were softly closed, drifting into deep sleep, arms lazily grasping you to him. “I love you, Peter.” you whispered softly, before falling into blissful sleep. At long last. 

“These...beings...are using us as hosts. Think about this like...an organ transplant or a blood transfusion.” Peter was stumbling over his words, trying to make sense of it himself when really, he had a feeling they had only just scratched the surface. “If it's not the right type, then it won’t work, yeah?” Tony nodded. “I get it, kid, I’m a mechanic not a dumbass, these aliens aren't compatible with the people they're trying to feed off of, so, therefore...they die.” Peter breathed out. “Exactly.” his eyes began lulling back, exhaustion was just now hitting him, despite the intriguing discovery they were making. 

“So the one that attacked you...Didn’t deem you a suitable host?” Tony looked at peter up and back down. “Not to be weird, but I find that hard to believe.” Peter furrowed his brow and chuckled softly. “Meaning?” he grumbled out as he leaned back in the chair and rubbed his eyes. “Think about it, you regenerate and recover thrice the normal rate of any human, I’ve seen you stop a bus with your bare hands, lift an airplane terminal, and hold together a ferry that was split in half. So if I was a symbiote...I’d, ya know...get up in that.” Peter laughed and his head fell in his hands as he tried to ponder what had happened.

San Francisco wouldn't be so bad for a week. y/n was stressed out anyways from finals and Fury had said he needed help with some intel they had gathered about the Life Foundation, harboring foreign lifeforms, and they needed to be confiscated from the “Rather stubborn” CEO, Dr. Carlton Drake. “Nothing some goddamn force can’t fix. Besides, your Ironman and Spider boy, and I'm Nick-fuckin’-Fury what can go wrong?” Peter grumbled under his breath “It’s spider- MAN” and Tony shot him a warning look as they neared the highway gate.  

Getting through to the front entrance was easy enough, (Nick was very convincing) and up to the labs was a treat until push came to shove and Dr. Drake refused, as Peter expected he would, to give up his “Life's work” The next thing he knew, guns were being fired, webs were being shot, one blast from Tony’s suit, and three symbiotes had escaped. 

Peter couldn't remember much of how it happened, only that he felt as if his skin was meshing, bonding with something unnatural. Next came a burning heat and impending hunger, an unfillable void. Tony was quick to get him to their jet a mile away, but as the engines revved up, a searing pain shot through his entire being, and then moments later...a a sweet release, no more pain. 

“Tony, you know, I don't think they like loud noise...You’re right. The symbiote did want to get inside of me.” Stark shifted and gave peter a disapproving look. “No, all jokes aside, I would have made a more than suitable host, but the noise from the engines drove it out, its like...harmful to them.” Tony nodded slowly. “Makes plenty of sense kid, but listen if I don't sleep soon I’m sure ill literally die.” Peter nodded, studying his mentor and longtime friend. His eyes were glassy, his hands looked worn from many years of work and tinkering, and his face was hollow looking from a lack of sleep. “Yeah, Mr. Stark. You look like shit.” Tony’s face scrunched up in disgust. “Ugh... ‘Mr. Stark’? You haven't called me that since you were fifteen. Don't say that ever again.” They both laughed and then slowly fell into silence, both mulling over their thoughts. 

“And will you be crashing here for a couple of hours, or sleeping on the rooftop of the abandoned building across Fifth Avenue?” Peter was yanked back to reality by the shock of his question, he stared blankly at Tony. “I know you sleep there every night, kiddo. But if you would just go and talk to her you wouldn't have to.” Peter thought seriously about these words. “Nah...It’s not safe yet, I don't know if that thing is coming back for me, I don't want to put her in danger. The time will come.” He rocked his head back, thinking of you, safe in your bed, curled up without him. “When exactly is that Pete? After she’s found another man?” Peter mulled over those words. 

When she’s found another man...Maybe she’s safe in her bed in another mans arms...

But why wouldn't she move on? y/n was a beautiful woman, and every day that passed was a day Peter was teaching her to live without him. He closed his eyes because he felt tears begin to well up, the hurt and guilt ate away at him, but he couldn't let Tony see this, he already knew, he didn't need to see it as well. Tony stood up patting a hand on his shoulder. “You should go talk to May. Your strangely fine aunt might have some good advice.” Peter stood up and followed Tony into the foyer. The sun was peeking into the sky now and casting hues of beautiful mandarin, crimson red, and pink. “Oh what you talk to Aunt May now?” Peter joked. “Have been for a while” Tony turned around and winked. “Just kidding, but really go see your aunt. She used to talk to y/n all the time when you first moved to San Fran, now that you’re back she’ll be glad to see you...she’ll have a lot to fill you in on.”

Peter was confused as Tony spoke in riddles but he paid it no mind, he was too tired to care about anything except sleeping. Pulling his suit back on, he heard Tony holler over his shoulders “Night, kid.” This was amusing considering the early hour, but Peter and Tony didn't seem to have a set schedule for sleep these days. He swung out over the terrace and weaved between the buildings until he neared their familiar old apartment, the same one May swore shed never leave, not unless she got married. Peter climbed up the brick, and slipped into his old bedroom, scowling silently about the window being unlocked, but he decided not to fuss, May was expecting him. Slipping out of his suit and into his bed, Peter let himself rest for the first time in months, his thoughts drifting to you. 

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The smell of bacon stirred peter from his sleep. He was sure he had dreamt of you. Soft remnants, a silky kiss you had placed over his lips, whispering something he wasn't able to remember. Sweet nothings. He pushed his eyes open fully now, fingers tracing his lips, they were hot and swollen, as if yours had actually been there. Looking at the clock next to him he realized he had slept an entire day, all the way into the next morning. Slowly stretching out of bed he gazed over at his dresser and saw a framed picture you had got for him one year on his birthday. A keen smile spread across his lips as he studied how wide your grin had been, and how genuine your laugh was, so genuine that your cute nose scrunched up and your eyes were closed tight. 

I want to see you laugh like that again...

“Peter, are you awake?” He was jarred from his memories of you, walking over and pulling the bedroom door, he saw may looming in the kitchen in her oversized tee, and biker shorts, her hair was thrown back into a bun, and she was squelching and giggling as the grease popped at her. “Turn the heat down a little, May.” She whipped around and grinned wildly at him. “Peter, just look at you!” She carried on as she threw her arms around him, bantering about how much she’d missed him and why he didn't call more. Peter took his seat at the table, running his hands through his untamed curls. “I would have been back sooner, but I had to make sure it was safe.” May nodded understandingly, she knew all about what was going on, everything that had happened. “And how is y/n?” her tone became soft, peter knew this was because she already knew the answer: Not good. 

“I don't know may...I haven't actually talked to her yet.” She curled her lip as she shook her head disapprovingly. “I raised you better than that...Sitting out on that damn abandoned building day and night, but you won’t go talk to her, let her know you’re alive and okay...it’s cruel Peter.” Her words were like daggers to him, piercing his heart, even though he knew they were marred with love and care. “How do you know I sit out there every day and night huh?” He questioned her, apparently she and Tony had been talking. “Happy told me.” Her answer was simple and it made Peter raise an eyebrow at her. “Oh did he now?” A childlike grin came over his face, as may shood him off. “Oh, that's none of your business. And in any case, stop changing the subject, you need to go see her Peter, it's not fair.” He shook his head. “Not yet May, it's not safe...” Peter was shocked when she threw the pan down into the sink with a loud thud and whipped around at him.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, you’re starting to sound like you dad. If it wasn't safe you wouldn't be here right now.” All that Peter could do was stare in shock. It had been such a long time since she had raised her voice at him. “You left her in the middle of the night, giving her a one-sentenced note. No texts, no calls, nothing to show for four years with that girl. She was over here every night for the longest time crying and wondering where you went, and I had to lie to her for you.” Peter’s heart fell at the image of you sitting at May’s kitchen table, crying as she rubbed your back and poured you tea. May was a true caregiver at heart. “Now its time for you to go tell her the truth. Forget your secret identity, forget the symbiotes. And just tell her the truth, Peter.” He knew she only told him for his own good, but he didn't even know how to begin to tell you the truth. “I don't know how to do it May! I can't just waltz up to her and say ‘Hey I’m Spiderman, yeah I lied to you about that for four years, oh also I ran away for a year because I had an alien lifeform trying to possess me and kill everyone.’ I mean, that just doesn’t work.” 

May shot him a look, but he could tell she was attempting to be understanding. “Alright, Peter do what you think is best.” Peter sighed relief. He did plan on telling you, just in a way he knew you could process it. “But, don't come crying when she finally moves on. Better for her to know the truth than think you just don't give a damn, so she finds another man...MJ tells me a boy from her Criminology class really has the hots for her his name is Justin, James...? Something like that...rumor has it he’s not bad looking either.” Peter knew May was doing this on purpose, but all the same, he felt his face grew hot, he turned to get up and go shower. “Where you going, Pete?” She called out after him as he stormed out of the kitchen. “To take a shower and look presentable, if I’m going to talk to y/n I’m not going looking like this.” May smiled slyly to herself as he continued to grumble and slammed shut the bathroom door. He had always wondered if you had moved on and found another man, but hearing a name made everything real, and Peter would be damned if another man would be cozying up to his princess at night. All he could do is explain everything to you, lay all the truth out on the table, and hope you would forgive him. I need her forgiveness, but even more, I need to express my remorse. 

Peter thought back to all the nights he laid alone in bed, tangled in cold sheets, missing you. Guilt shot from his chest and left a knot in his throat as he pondered how you must have felt in the same condition, not knowing or understanding a thing about why he had vanished. He let the steaming water pour over his skin as his thoughts raced, one lone word recurring in his mind.

Penitence. 

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“Shit” You cursed under your breath as you tripped over absolutely nothing and sloshed coffee onto your white tee. Not that you were surprised because being a tad clumsy came to you naturally. Getting to class this morning had been a struggle. The universe seemed to be working against you, as it normally did when one was double majoring. You kept mulling over in your head your schedule for the day. Criminology at nine, lunch by twelve probably from Delmar's, probably on the go, next class by one-thirty, then ill go home and study, later to the grocery store...Internally planning was one way you kept your mind busy. And with everything you had going on, your thoughts had been able to stay away from Peter for the past week. You suddenly felt someone walking next to you and it caused your head to snap up, breaking your concentration, and causing you to drop the whole cup. “Fuck...” you cursed under your breath, glancing next to you. 

Oh god, here we fucking go...

“Hey y/n. Need a hand?” Justin smiled at you slyly. Always with the sexual undertones, as if he wanted to eat you right there in the sidewalk. Disgusting. Just be nice maybe he’ll go away. “Hi Justin. How are you?” you forced out a greeting, bending down to pick up the paper cup, you could feel his eyes gazing at your backside. Refusing to meet his predatory eyes, you stood back up straight and continued to walk, throwing your hair over your shoulder. “Well, I’m better now.” You hoped you hadn’t visibly cringed. you crossed your arms over your chest defensively and attempted to scoot away from him, but he just closed the gap and wrapped his arm over your shoulder. You squirmed underneath him, internally screaming for him to let you go. “So when are you going to let me show you a good time?” He gazed down and winked at you, his piercing blue eyes were beautiful, but you preferred deep, chocolate brown ones, soft eyes, loving eyes. Not ones that were stripping you naked in their imagination. “Uhh...Ex-excuse me?” You glared up at him, squirming from under his shoulder. “You know, like let me take you to dinner or a movie.” You breathed a sigh of relief, perhaps a little too soon, because he stepped closer, moving a strand of hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear. 

Boy, would peter had ripped his hand off if he had seen this...

 “Or...you could come over to my place and we could drink some wine...you know watch a film indoors instead...” His voice trailed off and you could feel his breath. “Uh, that's not going to happen, Justin.” you pushed away from him, but low-and-behold he was right after your heels. “Why not, still waiting on Physics boy to move back?” His words stopped you dead in his tracks, you whirled around looking him directly in his handsome features, breathing ragged. “Don’t talk to me anymore.” was all you could choke out, before whipping around and leaving him standing alone, moving quickly towards the Criminal Justice department. 

Your cheeks were brimming red, and his head was hot. He had no idea what you had been through. How dare he be so presumptuous. You pulled out your phone to text M.J. that you were there, just late. There was someone standing right in the doorway, you could tell from a distance, they were peering out the glass at you. Has this guy been watching me..?  No that was absurd. He was probably just peering out at the sky. There had been a lot of rain this fall, and the vastness above you was scattered with dark clouds, threatening to open up and rain for the third time this week. The figure receded back into the hall as you got closer, and you swung the door open, thankful for the warm air on your cold hands. You rubbed them together, then peered around for M.J. She was probably already down the hall in the lecture. Before you could start to head that way, someone stepped in front of you, stopping you in your tracks. 

Brown eyes. Those brown eyes you know so well. Boring into you, halting your whole world. Bringing it to a still. Freckles decoratively speckled a perfectly shaped nose, right above those gentle lips, the same lips you shared so many conversations with, swept with your own, talking in tongues, and groans, and grunts of passion. In less than a second, you took in his whole face, his entire appearance in your eyes. In your soul. The sun had kissed his skin for every one you weren't able to give him. Glowing and royal, strong and beautiful. He’s talking to you, but you can't hear a thing. Nothing. You forgot how to breathe. After all, your breath was his, every breath you drew you’d gladly gave away to him. He had just stolen yours away, like he had the last year of your life. Was he asking you if you were okay? Asking you to sit down and breathe? You were still unable to make sense of a single word out of his mouth. “What the fuck?” was the last phrase you could utter out before your knees gave out and you fell to your ass on the floor. Peter had caught you by the arm, pulling you back up into him, and carrying you into an empty study room off to the side, sitting you on a chair, kneeling in front of you. Still complete silence, all around you. Unable to hear a thing, only to see those beautiful lips moving. 

Then he touched your face, and you started to gain back your focus. “This isn't real...” was all you could manage. “Yes it is, babe I’m right here.” You heard his voice. For the first time in over a year, you could hear him, crystal clear. Not just in dreams, or in voicemails he had left you that you were never able to dispose of. His actual voice, one that belonged to an angel. 

My angel.  

“You left me.” You were shaking violently. So many thoughts were bounding through your mind, but all you could say to peter was ‘you left me.’ And it said everything that needed to be said. Unable to mask all of your emotions, also unable to keep your hands off of his face. Feeling him, his features. You had longed to touch him for so long, wondered if he was still alive and okay, and now as your hands played over his cheeks, his jawline and nose, he was so real to you. So alive. 

“I did...and I can’t fix what I did, but babygirl I can tell you why...I owe you that, well so much more than that princess...Let’s just get you home and I can explain everything, okay?” You shook your head slowly. “Wait but I have class? and M.J...” Peter put his hand to your lips and hushed your banter. “Shh its okay, y/n don't worry about class, MJ will be fine, this is very important. Just come home with me.” He stood up reaching for your hand, which you offered him willingly. Home. Our apartment that we shared together, he still considers me home. “Okay.” You nodded rapidly as Peter helped you stand, and guided you out the door, towards the apartment. The cold air hit you like a wall and thunder began to rumble slowly over the sky. But nothing mattered, because Peter was at your side, holding tightly your hand. Shock still ravaged your mind and body, but you would have all of your answers. Every night you laid and cried and wondered alone, you would finally have closure. 

“Y/n? Are you okay?” By the second ring she had picked up. You imagined her drinking coffee and scrolling through her Facebook page and it made you smile. “I am now...I just had that dream again.” You heard her sigh through the phone and there was a long pause. “I know it was too early to leave you alone...” You shook your head, putting coffee grounds into a filter so you could get your own morning started. “No, really I’m fine! I just was spooked and needed to hear your voice that's all.” More silence. You could tell she was thinking, cooking up a plan to come back to New York. “I can come stay for a while, hon?” Pacing to the refrigerator to grab the creamer you began to protest. “ No! Destiney I’m really okay, I even called the counselor you recommended me to, oh and I’ve been going to every follow up appointment and they say everything is okay.”

You hoped the positive tone in your voice would comfort her, and perhaps calm her motherly instinct to hop on a plane and fly to where you were. “I’m serious y/n, losing a child is hard not just physically but mentally...and you're all alone, I knew I shouldn't have left you so soon after the miscarriage...”

The miscarriage.. My poor, poor baby...peters son or daughter...

You shuddered but pressed on. “Dee, Its been almost a year now. I’m okay I promise, I just need time and good counsel and I’m pretty sure these nightmares will go away, besides you needed to take that job, I know you’re always just a phone call away, right? That's what you said, that's the only reason I call! I just miss my best girl. No need to worry.” She was silent for a long pause, you began nervously biting your lip. You knew what was coming next.

“He shouldn't have left you, y/n.” Her words weren't meant to hurt, and you knew that. But they still did. Because you still love him. “I..uhh, I know, Dee. But we don't know why he left, and besides he had no clue I was pregnant..” You trailed off. “Don't defend him to me, please. It’s still not okay, Jesus! Leaving a fucking note? No explanation, no goodbye, fuck you, farewell, anything? If I ever see that prick again..he has no clue what he put you through.” You nodded, rolling your tongue in-between your teeth to bite back tears. “Yeah..” Was all you could say, a small croak that indicated to Destiney you were in tears. “I’m sorry love...It’s just that...You might not have lost that baby if he hadn’t abandoned you. And even if you still did, he should have been the one to pick you up, out of all that blood and mess, and take you to a hospital. Don’t forget that's how much I love you...That I’d do it all over again, no questions. But it should have been him.” Her voice was quivering, and you realized it hadn’t just been difficult for you. 

It had been for her, too. To find her best friend laying in a lake on the tile floor of the bathroom, pulling you up, and rushing you to the E.R. It made you shiver. “I know, Dee. I have to let that go now. He’s gone, I've accepted he won’t come back.” If you were being honest, you really had. It was over a year since you read that little slip of paper, a week later you had lost Peters baby, and it was apparent he wouldn’t come back for you. Coming to terms with this fact helped give you some level of peace.

But the nightmares still creep in, don't they?

 “And I’m glad you can realize that now...There was a long time when I thought you’d never be okay. I’m just proud of you y/n, and I don’ t want him to just drop back in and ruin all of your progress...that's all. Anyways, I’ve got to go now, second day on the job I cant be late! Love you!” Her voice sounded more cheerful and it pulled you from your deep thoughts. 

“Alright then! Be careful, much love.” You ended the phone call and stared across the living room at the terrace. Rain poured down over the city and blurred green and red lights reflected off the water pattering on the glass. Your mind was lost temporarily as you wondered what your son or daughter might have looked like. Would they have had his freckles? Or your dimples? If they had made it at least you would have had something to remember him by...But that was all for naught now. You plopped down at your desk with a sight, and started up your laptop, it was time to do some reading for your humanities class, before you braved the weather and headed off to campus. As you set back and threw your hair over your shoulders, getting deep into the chapter, you couldn’t help but feel a certain level of euphoria. Rain dribbled onto the window, pattering softly, putting you deeper into your headspace, the dim light, smell of coffee, and slow roll of thunder was just enough to lull you into peaceful sleep right there in your desk chair. 

Outside of the window, perched on a near rooftop, looking in, Peter wanted nothing more than to pick up that textbook that had fallen to the floor. He ached  to push the hair out of your angelic face, lift you up in his arms, and carry you to bed. He played over in his mind how he would pull off your clothes, all except for his tee-shirt that fit you so baggily, and he would curl you into his arms, and relish every second spent fast asleep next to you, warm and safe. But you wouldn't really had been safe. He had hated lying to you, he itched to tell you so many times that he was Spiderman. He wanted you to understand why he had to leave you late at night, that he didn’t run off with another woman, but that he had done all of this to keep you safe. And it wasn't safe, and it wasn't the right time. He had only just gotten back from San Francisco a week earlier, and still so much was unaccounted for, and his senses were...unnerved. Every day back in New York he had spent keeping watch over you, guarding from afar. 

Karen’s voice pulled him back to reality. “Peter, incoming call from Tony Stark.” He shook his head along with sweet thoughts of you, and pushed the call through. “Hey kid, time to get back to the tower, I found something.” It annoyed Peter to no end that Tony still referred to him as “The kid” even though he was twenty-four and a college graduate, but he brushed it off. “Uh, yeah... I’ll be there fast, okay?” His voice cracked as he gazed at your supple figure sleeping peacefully at the desk, with the living room curtains open. If he had been there he would have scowled you to keep them shut, especially if you were lounging in your underwear like you were now. He might have even drew the curtains himself, then set you up on the desk and taught you a lesson...His heart began to hammer heavily. He hadn’t had a desire for any other woman but you...not since he had met you, and his need for you, to feel you around him again, to hear you pant his name only became stronger every day that he saw you.

Not that she’ll ever want you again. She’s probably already found another man, one that won’t up and leave her...

“All right kid...Just put a rush on it, this is important.” Peter was jerked back to reality, aggravated by Tony’s snappy impatient tone. He ended the call and glared over you one last time before standing up to swing back in the direction of Stark tower. As he soared from building to rooftop, one lingering thought plagued his mind, haunted him as it had since the day he had left you:

 Will she forgive me? 

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Peter landed softly on the patio outside, he glared inside the window, and could see Tony pacing around the bar, hastily making a drink. He pushed at the sliding glass door to no avail, and tapped at the glass instead grabbing Tony’s attention, and grabbing it so well indeed, that Tony’s glass went flying into the air as he jumped around and aimed his hand pointed towards Peter. His hands flew into the air. “S’ just me man! C’mon it’s fuckin’ freezing out here...” Tony let out a long aggravated breath, and shook his head as he bounded over to unlock the door, letting peter step in. “Jesus Christ kid, cant just use the damn elevator?” Tony sighed annoyedly as peter pressed the button releasing his suit, which he hadn't thought over very well because he now stood in his boxers. Tony raised a concerned eyebrow at him. “What the hell kid? You’re getting rain water all over peppers new rug.” Peter shrugged. “Well...fuck...I was cold?” he stammered, strutting over to the guest bedroom where he kept some of his clothes, nearly tripping over a little robot strolling across the floor towards the spill. Peter noticed it was wearing a cap labeled “Dunce.” and began to wonder if Tony had been sleeping much. “What's uhh, what's with the dunce?” Peter called over, pulling a black tee over his head and slipping on some pajama pants. 

“Stupid robot really, can’ t clean for shit, nearly blew my foot off the other day doesn't matter really...Not why I called you to come over here anyways....” Tony continued to ramble on as Peter sauntered back into the living area, giving a disapproving look towards the poor robot whirring in the floor with a  towel, a good two feet away from the actual mess. “And what would that be?” Peter implored. “Huh, sorry what kid..?” Tony jerked his head in Peters direction tapping his fingers madly on the counter while sipping his bourbon. “Dude...How many Adderall have you had? What did you find?” His face relaxed as if he had just remembered what he was meant to say in the first place. “Oh yeah, about that, the symbiote thing? I have one. In my lab, right now.” Peter began choking and sputtering as he nearly inhaled the entire drink tony had slid his way just a minute prior. 

“Sorry, you WHAT?” He shouted. “Yeah I have one in my lab. Wanna see? Bitch of a thing though, nearly impossible to run tests on...” Tony trailed off and began rambling again. “Woah, woah, pause a second. I went to San Francisco for nearly a year searching for answers, investigated all of those deaths, only found a COUPLE of samples of DNA, and you mean to tell me you went for one week and found and ENTIRE symbiote? Like it had just fallen in your fucking lap?”

Tony nodded and gave a cheeky grin, “Yeah pretty much, bub. Being me has its perks, I got into Life Foundation’s lab pretty easily...just had to flirt with the chick at reception. Besides, you were looking in all the wrong places. C'mon, follow me.” Peter stood bewildered but nonetheless, followed tony down into his lab. The symbiote was much larger than he had imagined. It was twisting and whirling inside of its enclosure which tony had already prepared in advance, should they have found one. A deep shade of violet, it was formidable, vicious in its rigid movements. “Its...I’ve never seen anything like it before.” Peter began breathlessly. His eyes were trained on the being as it slithered up the wall, no definite shape, no solidity, yet it moved so skillfully. 

“Yeah, and now its time to find out if this is what’s been killing all of those people...You have those slides?” Tony nudged peter in the side with his elbow and stole him away from his thoughts. “Uh, yeah they’re upstairs.” He nodded slowly, unable to make his feet move from that spot. “Well...What’re you waiting for? And don't say you’re letting the dunce fetch them, because they'll never make it down here in one piece.” Peter tore his eyes from the alien being and moved up the stairs quickly. After fetching the slides from his bag, he skipped back out into the landing, staring out into the inky black night, unable to shake the feeling he was being watched from beyond the rain. He put aside his senses and hurried back downstairs, and handed the slides to Tony.

After viewing them under the microscope, Peter sat back in shock. “What is it kid? Is this it?” Peter sighed. “Yes and no...” Tony glared at him with confusion. “What do you mean yes and no, is it or isn't it dammit? You’re the genius scientist so what is this fucking thing?” Peter spun in his chair thinking of a way to explain it best. “What I mean is that even though the DNA is similar, it doesn't match exactly the slides I gathered in San Fran...Meaning that there is more than one..”  Tony slid down the leg of the desk and settled there in the floor, still chewing on a pen cap he had been anxiously gnawing at for the past ten minutes. “Shit...” Peter leaned forward on his knees. “But that's not all, Tony. The DNA of this specimen...” He wandered off as he pointed over towards the moving violet glob. “...is pure to itself...meaning its original to its species...un-bred so to speak.” Tony slowly looked up at him, obviously about to bombard him with questions, so peter trudged on to avoid interruption. “Where as these slides...The ones I took off the bodies of the victims, have been mingled with what looks like...human DNA...” He finished. Tony stared at him, as if asking for a conclusion. 

“It’s acting as a parasite. It’s hosting off of the people it comes into contact with. Pretty much, that means we’re fucked.”

“I can’t just move out and leave you like this y/n...” Sympathy filled her eyes with equal part tears and all you could do was smile at her. To have a friend so close that you considered her a sister, what a gift. So you told her the truth. “I’m all good. I just want to see you move on and be happy.” She embraced you tightly, leaving her scent lingering in the air as she grabbed her last small box and slipped out the door, one last ‘I love you’ and one last smile leaving her lips.

Your mind wandered and raced, hoping her new job was suiting her now that she was no longer a student. Destiney had been in school a few years before you, so naturally she was first to leave, move off to Seattle and become a lawyer. You slipped out of bed grabbing Peter’s tee out of the floor and slipping it on. His scent still lived in every fiber, the only way he still existed to you. Refusing to wash it, and sleeping in it every night. And how pathetic would he think that was? Probably not at all. You could imagine his cheeks flushing red at the thought of you wearing his shirt to bed, in order to feel closer to him. 

Then again what had his face looked like when he left that fateful note on your bedside table, and never came back? Was is twisted with hatred, for himself? Or maybe it was relaxed, maybe he sighed, finally relieved to be leaving. You pushed the thought far from your mind. You had never been one to need anybody, until he came into your life. Opening up your bedside drawer, you pulled out the worn piece of paper. 

“I’m sorry, but I had to go for a while. Cant explain, but I love you.”

P. Parker

Your fingertips traced over the scrawled ink for the millionth time, and a sad smile ghosted your lips as you placed it back down next to the picture of the two of you at Peters Internship graduation for Tony Stark. One year since you had first read it. One year since he left you unexpectedly. Closing the drawer, you sauntered down the stairs and into the kitchen. 1:00, too early for coffee, never too late for tea. Grabbing a kettle you prepared the water, unable to keep Peter out of your mind. Probably got some high paying job, somewhere far away...Maybe with a new woman. Your heart cracked a little more at the thought and it was hard to swallow down the lump in your throat. 

Walking over to the window you pulled open the curtains, and looked over New York city. It was always bustling, always moving. Always living. Unlike you. Your heart had stopped ticking the moment you woke up and found that piece of paper, and worse there were no answers. Not from May, who claimed not to know where Peter had run off to either. You knew this had to be a lie, Peter would never cut off contact with her, would he? Not from any of your mutual friends, not from MJ or Ned. No one knew. But that didn’t work for you, there was so much unspoken. Was he okay? Was he even alive? Was he happy with a new life? None of his media had changed, none of his texts delivered, and none of his friends of family let any information slip all the same “I don’t know, we don’t know...no one knows.” Secretive, mysterious, something just did not add up. So as you gazed out at the city, your heart yearned for him, needed for him to be near, you just needed him to be close to you again.  

   “Can we cut scene for a moment?” Cindy removed her glasses and massaged over her eyes, looking frustrated. Someone rushed over quickly and handed you a robe, as Tom set back on his knees, covering his own self with the sheets. “Thanks..” you mumbled sheepishly, trying to cover your blush, and Tom felt his heart throb. “y/n...Tom...you both are putting forth a very good effort, but when we shoot, I’m just not feeling a connection.” Tom sighed out heavily, and you hung your head in response. The two of you had been at this for hours, and things weren’t panning out at all, there was a barrier between you. Tom looked at your discouraged expression, and his heart hurt for you. You were such a talented actress, and one of his closest friends, he couldn't bear to see you upset. “It’ll be okay, love. Were going to get it right.” He took your chin in his hand, making you meet his eyes, and you gave him a small smile. 

   “THAT! Right there! That's what I’m wanting to see, real emotion and passion. Forget that you’re co-workers, forget that you’re close friends, and just let chemistry to the work... Here, try this: Next time we start shooting, Tom, just look y/n in the eyes, get into character and pretend this is actually YOUR girlfriend, and you’ve been longing to see her again! How would you really react if this was an actual life scenario? Hm?” Cindy finished with a confident smile, and her positive tone reassured both of you. “Should we take five?” y/n looked over at her hurriedly. “ No, lets do it now, I’m sure were both ready and I think I can really get into character right now. Taking a break will just make me nervous all over again. So I make her nervous ? Hell, that makes two of us... Tom shook his thoughts as you handed your robe away, and laid back down over the bed, make-up coming over to fix your hair so that it fell around your shoulders. FUCK you look so perfect. He couldn't help himself your perfect breasts sat beautifully, thighs were spread open, and face seemed to be glowing in the light. Just get into character tom, you already love this girl so it wont be hard to really show it...to just really let it go...

   “Action!” someone called out as Tom positioned himself between your thighs. Your hand shot up and grabbed him by the back of the neck as he grinded against you again, you moaned deeply shutting your eyes. He could tell you were having trouble getting into character, he needed to get you to put emotion into it, to feed off of what he was giving you. “Open your eyes baby, look at me.” He heard someone mumbling off set that there was no dialogue in this scene, but they were quickly silenced by Cindy. Your eyes shot open and met Toms directly, your eyebrows softened, your mouth stuck in a small O as you breathed in and out heavily. “That's it..just like that.” Tom caressed up your body, hands grazing up to your head, supporting it gently as he dipped down and kissed you. Tom wasn't able to take his eyes from yours, the look on your face was exquisite, for a moment tom wondered if you were actually getting off for him. “Cut!” Cindy yelled out, but your hand still held onto Toms neck, your eyes weren’t separating from his. Tom looked down in shocked horror as he realized something had stirred. Oh shit...he knew you felt it, even though no one else saw. “That was perfect!” Cindy praised as she grabbed your robe and brought it over to you, Tom quickly grabbed a towel and his basketball shorts from the floor and hurried off to his dressing room. Leaving quickly after he had clothed, he rushed to his car and sped for the hotel.

   Tom looked down at his phone, realizing you had texted a couple of times, but he was too mortified to read them, he knew at some point when you guys were filming you had felt him get hard, shit he had basically been dry humping you. His face flushed every time he thought of it, but he was still so frustrated and needy for you. “Fuck, how could I let this happen?!” He buried his head in his hands, elbows on his knees and sighed. There was a soft knock at his door, jarring him from his thoughts. “Tom...? Can you please answer the door?” Your soft angelic voice echoed in from outside, and even though he was terrified of what you would say to him when he let you in, he couldn't leave you alone, sauntering over he pulled open the door. There you stood, in a T-shirt, little grey soffee shorts and some nikes, hair falling down your shoulders, staring up at him doey-eyed. He could feel himself getting flustered over you all over again. “Can I come in?” he moved aside and tried to give you his best smile.

   “Of course you can, what a silly question.” You gave him a shy grin back and moved past him, walking over and seating yourself on his bed. “Look...y/n, I’m really-” “No, wait just let me go first, because I know what you’re about to say and you don't have to.” Toms sentence was cut short and he leaned on the desk in front of the bed, and giving you his full attention. “Go ahead, love.” You sighed deeply, and flipped your hair over your shoulder. Tom could feel his heartbeat quicken. “First of all, I’m sorry for coming over un-announced, but I need you to know that I’m not upset, or offended, and I don't feel disrespected in any way. You’ve told me several times to tell you if I felt uncomfortable and if I did I would have. Tom found it shocking you didn't find it uncomfortable that he was grinding against you, rock hard but he nodded and let you continue. “It’s just that..when you told me to open my eyes and look at you, and the way you held my head back on the pillow...I mean the way you kissed me..and well...you know...” your head motioned towards his crotch as you started blushing. “What I mean is, I know were friends, and I love you dearly as a friend, but Tom...isn't there something more? This doesn't have to be awkward between us...I mean I know it might've been a little weird, but in a good way...?” 

   You continued to ramble on and how gorgeous you looked, sitting there becoming flustered over him, twiddling your hair in your fingers, thighs pressed tightly together, he just couldn't take it anymore. Fuck it. Tom pushed off of the desk and swiftly captured your lips with his, silencing your banter. Tom immediately hardened at how responsive you were to him, instantly moving your tongue with his, and nibbling playfully at his bottom lip. Little tease...you act so innocent but you know good and well what you’re doing to me...  His mind was running wild now, all the things he wanted to do to you, all the things he wanted to see you do to him. He slipped your top off throwing it to the floor, exposing your bare chest. Your nipples were hard, goosebumps were chasing over your skin. “Nervous?” he teased. You bit your lip nodding at him. “Don’t be baby...its just me...” Toms breath lingered over your skin as he slid down to his knees, peeling your shorts off revealing your pussy. No panties, he felt his cock throb. “So ready for me to get to you that you didn't even wear any panties, huh?” His words were driving you insane, and he popped your shoes off, and peppered kisses on your inner thighs, causing you to gasp. You laid back as you had done many times that day, but this time tom realized he would actually be able to satisfy you, gratifying him even more. “Mmm and look how ready you are babe..so fuckin wet for me love...” he dipped his head down, tongue lapping your entire slit, then settling on your clit swirling slowly and sensually. Your moans were loud and Tom knew you were close already, sliding a finger in. “I want to satisfy you for real...no pretending baby, are you gonna cum for me already? hmm?” You threw your head back and mewled. “No, baby use your words or I wont let you cum...” That being said, Tom didn't think he’d be able to get you to shut your mouth. “Yes Tommy..gonna cum for you..please don’t stop baby..feels so good.” You moaned and babbled as you came around Toms fingers, bucking up to his palm, adding friction. Slowly your breath became normal again, but not for long as tom had removed his shorts and boxers, standing naked in front of you now. 

   He chuckled as he saw your face, realizing you hadn't actually seen him hard yet. “Looks good for you babygir?” You stared in awe, unable to form words properly. “Cmon princess I already told you m’ gonna need words.” You nodded slowly as he climbed on top of you, pushing your thighs apart and bringing his cock to your entrance. “Yes baby..I want it inside of me so bad.” Your innocent y/e/c eyes glared up at him, sparkling with lust. “Then that's exactly what youre going to get darling...” Tom slowly pushed into you, feeling you tighten around him as he slotted deeper inside of you. Once he bottomed out, he saw your eyes were screwed shut, your brows furrowed. “Hey, baby are you okay, open your eyes and look at me love.” Your eyes fluttered open and you nodded your head, leaning up to meet his lips, Tom was shaking, desperately trying to control himself. “More than okay Tommy..keep going, please babe...” Your sexy little voice was enough to make him blow his load right there. He burrowed his face into your neck, pulling back and grinding slowly into you. “Lets just take it slow baby..let me just make love to you.” He grumbled into your ear, then trailed soft kisses down your neck as he thrusted deeply and slowly inside of you, feeling your body quiver underneath him as he hit your most sensitive spot. He hitched you leg over his hip, hand finding its way between you and slowly massaging your clit as he worked you over. “That's right baby, I know this is what you really wanted...the real thing, no faking. Youre all mine, right princess?” Tom could tell you loved it when he spoke to you, hearing your illicit moans, and feeling you clench around him. He wasn't sure how much longer he could last, it was skin on skin, pure bliss, hot breath and deep tongue kisses and Tom wouldn't have believed earlier today that he would be fucking you so deeply and so passionately now. “Just wanna feel you cum for me one more time love, can you do that for me baby? Cum one more time? I know this is what you wanted from me all day y/n...” Tom was on edge now, his movements were fastening and he was beginning to fuck you hard while he forced you to look in his eyes. You unraveled around him, mouth formed in a perfectly silent little O, your whole body shaking as you came around him. “Thomas...I love you...” You moaned out breathily as tom locked your lips with his, spilling over right along with you, coating you inside as he groaned deeply into your neck, then rolling off of you gently, laying next to you. 

   You looked utterly fucked out and absolutely gorgeous, Toms heart ached with overwhelming emotion as he pulled you close to his chest. “Tom...” Your voice was small again. “Yes baby?” he replied sleepily, planting soft kisses on your cheeks and nose. “That wasn't acting..that wasn't pretend..I love you and I have for a while now.” Tom propped up on his elbow and smoothed strands of hair out of your face with his other hand, cupping your cheek and kissing you slowly. “I love you more, and I have for a very long time...

   Indonesia was supposed to be an easy job. Gather intel from the informant, hell, the meeting had even been set up for you prior. But when a bullet darted through the window and through his neck barely missing you, not much was left to do but to grab what files you could and dash. Had it been a set up, or was there a mole in the agency that had tipped them off? You didn't know, shit you didn't even know who was perusing you right now but you didn't care. All that mattered was getting to safety, and securing the intel. 

   You slowed and pulled your hair back into a low pony tail, attempting desperately to change your appearance. You tied up your T-shirt in the front. “I need a fucking cap..” you mumbled to yourself, scuttling through the crowd as fast as you could. You spotted a bar that was playing live music, people were crowded out the front, drinking and hanging out, sounds of laughter filling the air. You slipped past the crowd, hostiles were nowhere in sight, but you didn't let yourself breathe easy as you entered the bar. The music seemed to be rattling the whole building and the lighting was poor, perfect place to hide.

   You pushed your way to the back of the building and posted at a bar stool that allowed you a direct line of sight to the door and a direct line of escape through the back hall. Heart still pounding, you ordered and amaretto sour and sipped it attempting to calm yourself down. “Here with someone?” A voice made you choke on your drink, as you turned to see a handsome man with beautiful brown curls pushed back by a black ballcap. He was dressed nicely, black tee hugging his muscular upper arms, dark jeans, and black boots. He was certainly breathtaking. 

   Then you realized who he was. “Oh my..fuck..I’m sorry.” you chuckled, attempting to wipe the dribble of coke and whiskey from your chin. He smiled back at you “No, I’m sorry I didn't mean to startle you.” he laughed handing you a napkin. “Umm.. No! I’m here alone actually. I’m here for work, well..not at the bar for work obviously..In Indonesia!” he still had his cool smile across his cheeks, how was he making you, the smoothest talker known to the CIA and MI6, a flustered mess. 

   “Interesting, well if you’d like some company, can I buy you a drink, or your next drink?” He took a seat next to you, abandoning his friends that were lingering close by around a pool table. “Absolutely!” you smiled up at him. “I’m Tom by the way.” He extended his hand to you and you shook it. “Yeah, Tom Holland, I’m familiar with your work.” you had met celebrities before, the last thing you’d want to do is gush and make him feel awkward. “Oh yeah..and you are?” he chuckled and stared into your eyes. You couldn't help but dart yours away, not letting anyone look in your eyes, your training told you this was a sign of weakness and vulnerability. “I’m Y/N.” you offered up a cheeky smile, trying to still your nerves of the fact that somewhere out in the city, probably right outside the square, two men were trying to locate you. 

   But the drinks were warming and the loud atmosphere served for some sense of security, paired along with Tom’s company you could allow yourself to hide away for a while longer. “So, what kind of work brings you to Indonesia? Must be great to have a job that allows you to travel.” Your lie came immediately, it was one you were trained to tell in such situations. “I’m a journalist!” You stated, patting the vanilla colored files you had held firmly under your elbow for protection. “I’m doing research on crime, politics, and the drug pandemic in foreign governments and this is just the next stop on the list.” Tom’s eyes widened as he slid you your third sour, and sipped his own beer. “Wow, that's amazing. We’re just here on holiday, I’m a native of southwest London..” He continued on the conversation and proved to be a very intriguing man. You told him (as much as you could) about yourself without having to stretch the truth too much, about how you were Texas born and raised, started you career out in the prison system and after earning your degree got into “ Journalism.” You also talked about each others families, not forgetting to tell him about your youngest sister Ella, who you considered your own daughter.  

   The next half hour escaped from you, and even though you’d had five drinks, you were barely tipsy. After being drugged, poisoned and drinking as a casual cover for your work it took much more than that to put you out. Tom however was blissfully tipsy, the two of you leaning close in and thoroughly enjoying the atmosphere and conversation. You noticed the bar door push open for what happened to be the millionth time that night, but you immediately recognized the two men that entered, searching the bar for you. Internally you started cursing yourself for letting your guard down so easily. They were moving closer, making their way through the bar, nearing to where tom was sitting with his back to them. You had to act fast. Grabbing the cap off of Toms head you put it on your own, then meeting his confused expression, you pulled him by his T-shirt and crashed your lips to his positioning yourself between his knees hands traveling up his neck and threading your fingers through his curls, using his hat (and face) to cover your own.

   After adjusting to the initial shock of your actions, Tom moved his lips together with yours, deepening the kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips and entangling with yours as he groaned into the kiss, cupping your neck with his hand. The  two men passed by, you presumed to check out the bathrooms for you, or to exit the back alley of the bar. Either way it was time for you to go. You waved the bartender down grabbing a pen and napkin you scrawled down your number and slid it over to Tom. Leaning into his ear, you whispered...”I’ll return this hat to you, text me...I’m in London as well.” And  with that you left the bar through the front exit, leaving him flustered, but as you looked back, you could see his hand trailing over his lips as he grinned.

   Slipping back into the night air you knew you couldn't return to your hotel so you hopped in a cab and searched for a new one. Finally settling on a safe location, you checked in, cursing the fact that you had abandoned your bag at the previous room and couldn't go back considering whoever was after you probably was sifting through your belongings right now. “Good thing there wasn't anything important in there..” you grumbled to yourself. Sitting at the desk, you pulled out the files taking a deep breath. What was so important that it was worth taking multiple lives? Pulling the papers out it was easy to tell the files were incomplete, you couldn't grab everything in all of the confusion. Pictures of a woman who seemed familiar, but you couldn't identify was seen meeting with a known gun for hire, they called him The Body, presumably because of the fact he ruthlessly mutilated countless victims. Your brow furrowed. Your eyes scanned over the text until a sentence caught your eye “...United Solutions Co. employee, Michelle Campos, assistant to the ceo seen colluding with Antonio Balarez.” You read aloud to yourself. “Antonio... Now, what is the ringleader of a Venezuelan cartel doing meeting with an assistant to the ceo of a major pipeline corporation..hmm all very suspicious.” you mumbled to yourself, thinking if this was something as simple as an arms deal, money laundering, or was this something deeper? Rubbing your temples, you leaned back in your chair as your phone lit up on the bed. 

   Tom shifted to stand up, forcing you to remove your hand from his pants as you gave him a small pout only he saw. “We’ll, we better be going now.” he announced. “Already?” Tuwaine questioned. Haz looked down as he drew new cards from the pile and burst out laughing. You grinned along with him, staring up at Tom. “Why love, were just starting the game?” You batted your eyes at him, and though your question seemed innocent enough, Tom knew you were being a conniving brat. “I’m tired, Darling. And you’re forgetting we still have things we have to do when we get home.” He stared down at you and you realized just how mad you had made him. Goosebumps formed over your legs, your stomach knotted up as you realized “things” most likely meant Tom burring himself between your legs and pounding until you begged him to stop. A smile grew over your cheeks. 

   “Okay.” you simply stated, standing up and stumbling slightly, maybe drinking while sitting down hadn't been the best idea. Now that the blood was flowing back through your body you felt a warm heat. You were tipsy for sure. Tom helped steady you as you put his hoodie back on and said your good-byes, then headed out onto the street towards the car. Tom opened the door for you and made sure you were buckled in, but the rest of the ride home he was distant and quiet. You leaned over, slowly kissing his neck as your hand traveled back down where it had been teasing all night. Tom shocked you when he harshly grabbed you by the wrist and met your eyes for a brief moment. “Don't piss me off more than I already am, y/n. You’re already in for it when we get back to the house.” You sat back, flushed, wondering what “in for it” entailed. 

   Upon arriving at home you barely made it into the house before Tom was capturing your lips with his, and hastily removing your clothes, leaving you stark naked in the foyer, panting for him. He swiftly drove your back into the wall, his erection pushing into you through his sweats, driving you wild. “You've been such a fucking brat love...Teasing me in front of everyone, makin’ me so fuckin’ hard...is this what you want?” he turned you around, your arms were against the wall now, and you couldn't see him but could feel his cock at your entrance, realizing he wasn't down for waiting any longer, he was about to fuck you right there. 

   “I think it is...gagging for me to fuck you like a little slut..That’s no problem princess, Ill give you exactly what you want.” With that he slammed into you all the way, giving you no time to adjust as he set a fast, hard pace. A loud moan escaped your lips and you muffled it into your arm. But Tom wasn't having it, grabbing you by the neck, he pulled your head back towards him and planted a soft kiss on your jaw. “Oh no baby..you want to be fucked so bad, and I wanna hear those pretty noises, don't cover them up.” He continued to work you rigorously, your orgasm taking you by surprise. “Oh baby, you gonna cum for me like that already? That desperate for me, huh? And you’re SO fuckin’ wet for me..” Tom continued in your ear as you rode out your high, your legs started to give out from underneath you.. “Tom I cant..” you pleaded. “Can’t what, princess? You were so confident earlier tonight, not so tough now are you?” he picked you up and walked you over to the arm of the sofa in the living room, being you over it and entering you again. You felt as if you might scream. “Don't give up now darling, were not done until I say so.” His thrusts were fast and unforgiving. You yelled his name loudly now, barely caring about the neighbors anymore. Tom leaned down grasping your jaw and turning your head to capture you in a deep kiss, slowing his hips. He broke away from you, mouth agape and his breathing was ragged, hair looking fucked out. The sight of him was enough to make you melt. “Tom..Please…Fuck I was gonna cum!” A sly smirk played across his face, you felt yourself losing the orgasm you had been yearning for. “Oh yea? Gonna cum again already..Should I let you? You’ve been so bad..” This caused a whine to escape your throat. “Please baby..I’m sorry..” Tom smiled, he loved to hear you beg him. “Please what? What do you want?” Now he was toying with you, knowing how close you were he could feel you tightening around him, and if he was being honest with himself, he wasn't going to last much longer either.