~ Natasha POV ~
Private Message
Peter and Natasha.
Peter
Natasha, I need your help.
Natasha
Is it to do with y/n?
Peter
Yes
Natasha
Tell me what happened
Peter
So I kind of accidentally told her that I love her
Natasha
Okay... so what's the problem?
Peter
I don't know if she loves me back and I'm scared I was too forward
Natasha
Talking to her is the best thing to do. If you know what you want and how you feel, tell her
Peter
Okay. Thanks Natasha
Natasha
No worries Pete
~ Your POV ~
Private Message
Petey and Y/n.
Petey
Can we talk
Y/n
Is it about the thing
Petey
Yes
Y/n
Okay, meet me at starbucks in ten minutes
My leg bounced as I sat in the chair. I glanced towards the door of the café every few seconds, looking for Peter.
Why were things so complicated? He'd said 'I love you', which wasn't all that bad, and we'd caused a massive fuss. I knew that I loved him, but if that scared him, I wouldn't say it for a while. But it would have to be said sooner or later. After all, what's a relationship without love?
The door opened again and this time it was Peter. He looked around the café nervously before spotting me. He slowly walked over to me. My instincts told me to run, to leave this awkward and scary situation far behind me. But I found that I didn't want to. I wanted to know how this would end.
Peter sat down across from me. I had already ordered and gotten his drink for him. He smiled slightly, as if he was glad I remembered his order. He then looked me in the eye.
"I'm just going to address it - what I said on the phone is true. I do love you, but if you think it's too soon for you to know, I'm completely fine with that," Peter said.
I smiled in delight.
"Peter, I love you too. I was scared that maybe it was just a reflex for you to say that and that you didn't mean it," I said.
Peter smiled in relief.
"So we're good?" he asked.
I grabbed his hand and squeezed.
"We're good."