Always. ~ P.Parker

• four •

"Anything else." I said, lying down and looking up at the stars.

I pay the spot next to me, and he copied my action, lying next to me.

"What's your favourite colour?"

"Red, what about you?" I asked, and he shrugged.

"All of them."

"Alright, who's your favourite Avenger?" I asked, making him laugh.

"You."

"Same." I responded, and he placed a hand on his heart.

"I'm the favourite?" He asked, sounding touched, and I laughed.

"No, I'm my favourite."

He let out a loud laugh, and I joined in.

"I'm joking, you're my favourite, too." I smiled, and he hit my shoulder playfully.

"You're so nice!"

"No I'm not." I scoffed, and he shrugged.

"You are to me, sometimes."

"Sometimes being the key word." I responded, and he sighed happily.

"That still makes me special."

"You're very special." I said to him, making him, I assume, smile.

"If you could know one thing, anything in the world, what would it be?" He asked, making me tap my chin.

"What the next big level threat will be, so we could stop it before it happens." I said, happy with my answer.

"Wanna know mine?" He asked, and I shook my head.

"Nope."

"Why not?!" He whined, making me laugh at him.

"Because I already know what it is."

"Oh yeah?" He asked, turning to face me, resting his mask covered cheek on the roof, and I copied his action.

"What is it, then?"

"You want to know my real name." I said nonchalantly, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Yeah."

"If I told you mine, would you tell me yours?" I asked, and he nodded excitedly.

"Of course."

"Does anyone else know your identity?" I asked, and he looked up at the stars.

"Some of the other Avengers."

"Stark?" I asked, and he nodded.

"Yeah, Mr Stark knows."

"No one knows mine." I sighed, and he faced me again.

"Are you scared?"

"Scared?" I scoffed, chuckling to myself.

"Scared of what?"

"That knowing who you really are will take away from your scary Avenger persona." He guessed, and I rolled my eyes.

He was right, in a way.

"You know what?" He asked, sitting up and facing me, sitting cross legged.

"What?" I teased, putting my head on his knee, looking up at his masked face.

"I bet you're really nice in person, and this tough girl front is all an act."

"You think I'm capable of being a nice girl?" I asked, and he nodded.