Then it begins to smoke

Chapter 11
Anna’s point of view
Peter’s gone for most of the day, and to be honest, I’m glad for it. It gives me time to think without him here to distract me. Things have changed so much, or at least that’s what it feels like.
A year ago, I was just a girl. A year ago, I had met Peter Parker. A year ago, my mother was still dead. A year ago, I was unhappy but not scared for my life. A year ago, none of this had happened.
The past month, had seemed surreal. Like something that belonged in a book or a movie. None of this felt like my life anymore. A perfect boyfriend? An actual friend? Teen pregnancy? This was like some great coming-of-age novel or something.
I sigh I need to get out of this room, I need to go do something.
I decide to visit Brenda.
It turns out, that Brenda has just awakened, so Bruce is bustling over her.
“How do you feel?” he asks,
‘Crappy but that’s normal.” She says
"Bruce she's right, I felt the same way when I woke up." I say, she looks up and smiles. I’m so glad that I’ve met Brenda, she’s a bit tough (not as tough as me of course) but she’s nice. Plus, she’s my only friend.
"Steve, I want to learn to control my powers and join the team if that's ok." Brenda says to Steve
"What?" Peter exclaimed as he entered the room.
Well this was going to be interesting.
"Peter, you don't have a say in my life. I control my own fucking life. If I want to do this than I can." Brenda screams at him.
The Parker siblings have been going at it, worse than Clint and I do. With screams (Brenda) cursing (Peter) and death threats (Brenda).
“I just don't want to lose you. I couldn't live in this world without you." He says. Well, that was a little too romantic of a thing to say to your little sister.
Brenda just sighs and rolls her eyes, “
Peter you won't lose me. I can do whatever the fuck I want. Plus, I have Steve, and the others to protect me." She says, Peter, stubborn as he is, just turns and walks out of the room.
“Um, I’ll go talk to him. “I tell her as I hurry after him.
“Thanks.” She says, as she turns to Steve.
“Peter! Peter! I- “I yell as I chase him down the hallway.
I’m interrupted when he turns around and kisses me, right there in the middle of the hallway.
“We need to talk.” I mumble, he kisses me again
“You sure you want to talk?” he asks
“Um.” I croak out, before he takes me by the hand, leading me into a room.
“Are you sure this is- “
“Tony made a room for each of you but not for me, guess that means we’ll have to share.” He says, as he flops onto the bed.
Share? There’s only one bed. My face flushes, but Peter doesn’t seem to notice.
“What? It’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before,” he frowns “if it makes you uncomfortable I can sleep on the couch or I can go home.” He says.
“No! I want you to stay. Um it’s just it was different before, we were in a hospital bed, and- “
“Hey,” he says interrupting me, “I would never make you do anything. You didn’t want to do.” He says, as he takes my hands.
Sometimes he’s just too sweet.
“I know. It’s just, um. You should take this costume off.” I blurt. His eyes widen
“What?”
“The suit, I um, I don’t think I can get it off by myself, I could use some help.” I say my face as red as the suit. Peter blushes too, and we just stand there for a second.
“How does it come off?” he asks, as he examines the back of the suit.
“Um, I think that there’s a zipper at the base of the neck.” I say, as his fingers find it, his fingers brushing my neck. This is going to be difficult.
I think we both try not to. Not to do anything. We both do. Try that is, very hard. But we fail.
“That was,” I pause thinking of the word to describe the experience.
“Wow.” He says, as he kisses me.I nod
“I think wow is a great word.”
“I love you.” He says, I smile
“I love you too.”
“You know we should do that again sometime.” He says, I laugh
“Yeah, okay. We fit it in somewhere between saving the world and taking a shower.”
“We have a very big shower here.” He jokes, I try very hard not to think about that mental image for too long.
“You’re a dork.” I say
“I know; you love my dorkiness. It’s my most endearing quality.” He says
“I don’t know, if it’s your best quality, but its defiantly a big one.” I tease. Then we fall into the teasing, and for the first time since I woke up, I’m glad that this is all real.

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