So i have the votes in for the ships, they are: Parley, Nat and Loki and pepperony! this is gonna be a lovely chapter so get your ass comfy and enjoy!
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Peters POV
Staying at the avengers has been fun but they always, and i mean always, keep an eye on me. I need some space. I decide to text the group chat.
Tic-Tac
so how are yall?
Gam
who says 'yall' anymore Tic-Tac?
Neb
you all are losers.
Peter
even me?!
Neb
you're an exception.
Footloose
her soft stop is coming out, how sweet!
Neb
i will kill you while you're sleeping.
Footloose
i stand corrected.
Chicken Wings
HA! Please do!
Peter
no no no no no! no killing today!
nor tomorrow!
Uncle Buck
but the day after tomorrow?
Peter
sure!
Footloose
i thought we were friends Peter :(.
Peter
we are! i just won't be able to persuade them!
Mama Spider
Hey! i'm trying to watch a show here!
oh hello Pete, how are you? :).
Peter
i'm good Mama Spider!
oh my aunts texting me gotta go!
Sonic
-fast
(Chat with Peter and May)
May
Peter i have great news!
Peter
do tell!
May
i'm coming home tomorrow! :)
isn't that amazing!
Peter
May that's great!
that's amazing even, i can't wait!
(in real life)
"GUUUUUYYYYYYYYSSSSS!!!" i yell rushing to the living room. "pEtTtEeEeR!" Clint mocks, i give him a playful glare but continue, "My aunts coming back tomorrow!" i say, joy plastered in my voice. They all say, "that's great" With smiles followed behind. Yes, i'm going to miss them but i miss aunt May so much!
Natasha is the only one that gives me alone time, alone time meaning: cutting. Now yes, i know it's bad but it's a habit i can't control! Every time i try to stop...i can't, it's impossible! My life was amazing before my parents died, my uncle died, and when flash came along. I wish it was back to the way it was before...I wish i had someone to pick up the broken pieces and fix them...
Just as i was about to finish my phone buzzed, it was Harley.
Harley
Hey Pete! wanna meet up later at 4:30?
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