Secrets ↠ Peter Parker

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(Y/N POV)

It's always the same.

Suddenly I was in his arms again, and it made me realize how much I missed him.

But I felt different.

I looked at the boy in front of me, and tried to process everything. The whole time, my life belonged to him. But now that I have my 'own story', he seemed different. I seemed different.

"Thank god," he whimpered, his grip around my arms tightening, "I thought I lost you."

"I'm okay Peter, you don't have to worry about me."

I was looking at him through the eyes of a different person. I didn't know what he was thinking anymore. Before, all I did had to do with how he was feeling. That day on the bridge? I ran away because I didn't want to hurt him. That year I left him? I don't remember much about it, since it was all a blur.

(Haha, idk if you noticed, but that's why there was the time skip in the previous book. I've been planning this all along huehueheueheuehue)

But now it doesn't matter how Peter is feeling. I can feel like myself again.

Wow, who knew saving Peter was such a power move?

"I have so many questions right now," he started, "how did you-"

"Shhh," I whispered, placing a finger up to his mouth, "I'll explain later. Come with me."

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, and grabbed his hand. The boy looked dumbfounded, and I smiled to myself. He's so cute. I led him across the hallway, and in front of a locked door.

"Forgot to show you this," I said, "It's a couple months late, but I hope you don't mind."

"I'm confused."

"Happy belated birthday, Peter."

I touched the door handle, my fingerprints unlocking the door. Kicking it open, the room I had designed for him came into full view. It's workshop was still in good condition, the painted walls still seemed new.

I watched his jaw drop, before he choked on his words. Or his spit. Either way, he couldn't speak.

"Do you like it?" I beamed, my cheeks red with happiness.

This felt like one of the moments we used to share. Nothing to worry about, just each other. I didn't even care that Happy and some random girl were staring us down, it was just Peter and I.

God, I missed the past.

Yet I missed so much when I wasn't in control of my life.

"I love you so much," he mumbled, his eyes not moving, "you did this for me?"

"Yes, I did. Although at this point I feel like we should be sharing a room."

Now his gaze was fixated on me. I knew that would get his attention, but I meant every word. Something was stirring inside of me, and it felt good. Was this my happy ending? Finding my way back to Peter, gaining control over my own story?

Except it couldn't be the ending. It was the rising action, according to Stan.

So that meant there was a climax. The point where the problem is at its fullest point. But I thought all the problems had disappeared...

"Y-you what?" He stuttered.

"I feel like we should have one room," I repeated, "as in, we'd share a room."

"I know what you mean," he laughed, "but you said we weren't at that point yet. What changed?"

"A near death experience really showed me how much I take you for granted. Peter, I've never taken your feelings into real consideration."

"Is this about the whole Wakanda thing? Cause, I mean, I don't really want to stay there any more eit-"

"Pete," I laughed, "no, it's not about that. I saw something in the quantum realm, something that changed the way I think."

"What did you see?"

"You. but older."

"Why did that change anything? Do I look gross when I'm older?"

"No, idiot. You looked the same. You... you just had moved on. We weren't together anymore, and it made me feel something horrible inside. I need you Peter, and I don't want anyone else."

He didn't know what to say, so he said nothing. He laced his fingers through mine, and I flinched at his touch. I was so cold compared to him.

"So where do we go from here?" he asked.

"I'm not sure," I mumbled, "I just need to do something first."

"What?"

"Find the problem."

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"You need to take the place of Tony Stark."

I didn't think I could.

I had already done it once, and that's the obstacle I can't seem to get past. My failure. What if I made a fool of myself? That doesn't seem like the kind of character I wanted to create for myself.

That's if I'm actually a character to begin with.

Whatever Stand said to me, I couldn't really put it all together. I know what he was hinting at, but it doesn't make sense. How could I be the one to change a whole story?

I picked up the helmet in front of me, and tapped on it's thick metal shell. My dad had worn this before me, and it didn't seem right to wear it for myself. Did I deserve it?

"Miss Stark," Ethan said from above, "I might suggest you use the nano-tech suit. It is more reliant and up to date."

"No, I want to wear this one."

"Why?"

"Because," I said, slipping the helmet onto my head, "it was my dad's favorite."

Suddenly I was surrounded by flashing lights and blinking screens. Ethan's voice rang out inside, as I checked my visuals.

"Excellent choice," he said, "Welcome to Mark 42, Miss Stark."

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I have to be honest, I completely forgot about Wattpad for a couple weeks.

but hey, I updated! hopefully I will have more time over winter break to write :)