It Starts with a Spark

Chapter 16
Watching someone sleep (even when they are as good-looking as Peter) is boring. Even more so when he doesn’t even do anything funny or cute in his sleep. He just lays there. So it’s not that surprising that I fell asleep.
“Anna! Psst. Anna. Anna wake up!” Peter whispers, jostling my shoulder, shaking me awake.
“What?” I groan
“Where am I?” he asks
“S.H.E.I.L.D. headquarters.”
“Are you okay?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Are you comfortable?”
“No.” the chair is rather hard, small and very plastic.
“There’s room on the bed.” He says, shyly. I could barely hear him. I sit up know, looking at him. He looks a little worse for wear, his brown hair flopping in every which way. His cheeks are bruised but he’s smiling at me.
“Don’t take this as an invitation or anything.” I say, as I climb into the bed next to him.
“An invitation of what exactly?” he asks, playing innocent
“You know what.” I say, as we struggle to keep all his wires attached and lay comfortably.
“I love you.” He whispers into my hair; his arms tighten around my waist.
“I love you too.” I whisper back, we’re both quiet for a moment.
“Are you okay?” he asks; I debate lying for a second. Telling him I’m fine. He’d see through that though. He sees through me. Besides I’m pretty sure lying is a big no-no in relationships.
“I-you, when Veronica attacked you, I had never been more scared. I thought you were dead, Peter. I thought that I had just watched you die. I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t help you. You almost died Peter and I all I could do was stand there and watch. I didn’t even save you. A group of people caught you.” I’m crying now, big fat sobs that shake my body.
“Hey cool it Pix, I’m not going anywhere. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me for a while,” he laughs lightly “but if I did die, tonight. I wouldn’t want you to hold yourself responsible for this, for that. I would want you to mourn at my funeral, and show up in something very sexy. I may be dead, but my ghost would appreciate it greatly. I would want you to move on, no sitting around and moping. Got it?’ he asks.
“Got it.” I hiccup.
We fall asleep in each other’s arms.

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