Chapitre 6: {Chapter 5}:
(Y/hc) ~ your hair color
(Y/hl) ~ your hair length
(Y/fhd) ~ your favorite hot drink
Enjoy!
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Turns out the 'house' my dad got us, was a spacious penthouse a couple of blocks away from my school.
It had one bedroom, so it's basically a really fancy bachelor flat.
Peter and I have been exploring for the last twenty minutes.
"This place is huge!" He yells and it echoes off of the walls.
We finally find the master bedroom and it looks really nice, especially the bed.
(Insert dream bedroom)
The place was massive! I particularly liked the bathroom though.
(Insert dream bathroom)
Aaaaand the closet, well the one that seems to be mine anyway.
(Insert fancy walk-in closet)
We both collapse on the couch, still in our wedding clothes. I just sit and stare at the amazing view of the New York skyline.
"Don't you need to be out there being Spider-Man?" I look at Peter questioningly.
He shakes his head. "Nah. Tony said that he has it covered for the next couple of days."
I frown and nod, rather surprised that he hasn't registered that I know his secret yet. I look down at my hand with the ring on it. The design is simple yet elegant and quite minimalistic, surprisingly.
"Hey Pete?" I ask, eyes focused on my hand.
"Yeah?"
"What are we gonna do?" I turn my head to look at him slightly.
"What do you mean?" He turns towards me and fully faces me. I do the same.
"I mean, what are we gonna do about this? About us? About everything else?" I say, gesturing around me with open arms.
Peter looks away, in thought. "I don't know. I mean, we could go on like normal at school I guess? But here? We're going to have to get used to seeing each other everyday."
I nod. "You still have your job right? With Tony?"
He nods.
"Okay, so we can be completely self sufficient. We won't need our parents for anything, since I have a car and a job too. We should, in theory, be fine."
Peter nods in agreement. "Wait. Won't we have to pay taxes? Do you even know how?"
I shake my head and playfully nudge his arm. "Nah, but I can always Google it."
We both chuckle. I stop and look at him. "Do you want to hide us at school? I mean it's fine if you want to, it's just Ireallylikeyou." I rush out in one breath.
Peter's cheeks bloom into one of the rosiest of blushes and I giggle.
"Wha-what?"
"I like you Pete and I mean this can't be all that bad, right?"
He just stares at me for a moment, before shaking himself out of his trance. "First off. I like you too. Second. We don't have to completely hide us ya know? I mean we can pretend to be dating at school. Only if you want that is!"
I smile, blushing slightly. "That sounds nice."
We get comfy on the couch and I intertwine our hands, laying my head on his shoulder. I sigh, feeling a fresh wave of tears trying to escape.
"Pete. You're all I have left now. You know that right?"
He squeezes my hand and pulls me closer. "I know. You are all I have left too." He replies, swallowing thickly.
I snuggle into him with a sigh and close my eyes, drifting off to sleep.
~•~•~•~•~•~Next Morning~•~•~•~•~•~
I startle awake, sitting upright from my position on the couch. Disoriented, I look around, confused by my surroundings. It takes me a moment to come to my senses.
I run a hand through my knotted (Y/hc) hair. I get up and stumble into the kitchen, stretching my back with a satisfying crack.
I hear a thud from the living room. I poke my head through the doorway to see Peter face planted on the floor. I stifle a laugh; "You okay there Pete?" I only get a tired moan in response.
I walk back into the kitchen and to the fridge. I open it ready to be greeted by the sight of delicious food, only to find it empty.
At the top of my lungs I yell; "This bitch empty!" And I smile when I hear a soft 'Yeet' from the living room. I check the cupboards and the pantry. All empty.
"Unbelievable. You stock my closet, but you couldn't even put some food in the fridge."
"Hey Peter?" I yell from the kitchen. "There's no food. We're gonna have to go shopping. I'm going to get changed, just give me half an hour."
I walk into the master bedroom, grab some clothes and make my way to the bathroom. The spacious area is warm and inviting and I eagerly get into the shower.
The warm water soothes me and caresses my sore and strained muscles. I decide to wash my hair.
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After a nice long shower, I grab my fluffy towel and dry off. I grab my clothes and quickly slip them on.
I look in the mirror for the first time in a while, as I'm brushing my hair. "Dang. I look like shit." I chuckle and put it (up/down).
I walk back into the bedroom only to see Peter waiting, with clothes and a towel. "Bathroom's all yours." I say pointing over my shoulder with my thumb.
He nods. "Good morning by the way." He smiles at me.
"Good morning." I reply and peck his cheek. I push him towards the bathroom; "Go get ready. I'm hungry and I wanna go get food."
He laughs. "Okay, Okay."
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After a delicious breakfast at a nearby café and a run in with Natasha and Clint at the till, we made our way to the grocery store.
Peter pushes the trolley and gets the stuff that I can't reach while I'm leading the way with a long list in hand.
As I'm debating whether to get Cocopops or Fruitloops Peter decides to break the silence.
"I must say, I think that we're handling this pretty well."
Finally deciding on both, I place both boxes in the trolley and move towards the toiletries aisle.
"What do you mean Pete?" I ask as I throw a tube of tooth paste and some toothbrushes onto the huge pile of food.
I point to a brand of pads on the top shelf and he grabs them along with the brand of tampons that he knows I use, he's done this before.
"I mean. We've been married what? A day and we're handling it better than expected. I mean wouldn't other people have reacted worse?"
I nod as I grab a loaf of bread and a few muffins from the bakery.
"Probably, but Pete we spend so much time together already that being married and living together isn't that much of a step up."
"True." He says, shrugging and pushing the trolley to the junk food aisle.
"Look at us. Having such adult conversations. I'm proud really." I fake sniff and wipe away a non existent tear. Peter bursts out laughing.
"Okay, I'll take the trolley and go stand in the queue so long. You go grab some snacks and please get me a jar of peanut butter, would you?"
"Sure. Be right back." We switch places and I turn the trolley in the direction of the tills. I'm about to stand in line when a familiar voice speaks up from behind me.
"Well if it isn't Penis Parker's girlfriend. How are you doing babe?" The voice sneers from behind me.
"Flash." I reply coldly, not looking at him.
"Come on now is that how you're gonna greet your-" as he says that, he grabs my wrist and I reflexively turn around and sucker punch him in the face.
I send him falling to the floor, clutching his broken nose. "OW! Man what the hell!?" He screeches.
"Don't you ever touch me again, you slimy toad." I growl at him. He made advances like that on me all the time and I had had enough.
I finally make it to the queues and see Peter waiting for me. "Hey, where were you? I was beginning to get worried." He says putting the food that's in his arms into the trolley.
I shrug. "I had a run in with Flash," Peter frowns "but don't worry I showed him who's boss." He smiled.
"What the heck did you do?" I smiled proudly.
"I punched him. In the face. Like really hard." Peter high fives me and pulls me into a side hug.
"Let's go home and relax."
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After a hauling all our shopping all the way to the apartment and packing it all away, we were hungry.
"I get the TV ready you order pizza?" I suggest to Peter.
"Sure. The usual?" He asks retrieving his phone.
"Yeah and get breadsticks. Lots of breadsticks." He laughs.
"You got it boss."
He goes to order the food and I set up Netflix.
"How does Doctor Who sound?" I ask over my shoulder. Peter gives me a thumbs up in response.
I press play and he comes to join me on the couch as the familiar theme fills the room.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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