Anna’s Point of View
“Are you awake?”
“I am now, obviously.”
“Wonderful.”
“How so?”
“Because, we could have some fun,”
“I don’t think so.”
“You’re no fun Pix.”
“I’m not sleeping with you, while we’re living in your Aunt’s house, in your old bedroom, where your Aunt is sleeping like right next to us.” Peter sighs
“Fine.” He says, as he kisses the base of my neck.
“If someone would just help me look for an apartment- “
“I’m busy- “
“Being a super-hero. You said this wouldn’t cut into our time, but you’re never home anymore.” I can’t help but whine.
“I know, I’m sorry, but since we lost you, things have kind of gone haywire. If Red Hood would make a reappearance- “
“No. I told you, I’m done with the hero business. Look at all the hell it put me through, put us through. If we’re really going to get married, have kids then I don’t want them to have to worry about that.”
“Well someone should pick a date for our wedding already,”
“If someone was ever home to help me,”
“Fine, fine. I’ll try to come home earlier, okay?”
“Okay.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too Peter.”
When I awoke the next morning, he was gone. The sheets where he was laying were cold. He’ been gone for a while. I sit up, and look around the room. I remember the first time I came in here, and was awestruck by the nerd-ness of the room.
There was Star Wars everywhere, it looked as if there had been an explosion of Star Wars in Peter’s room. But that wasn’t all, there was the board of pictures.
Most girls would have been pleased by the amount of pictures that their boyfriend had taken of them, but I was well, I didn’t really like pictures. But on this small corkscrew board, Peter had nearly twenty photos of me. There was one on Halloween night, and on Christmas, New Year’s Eve, and so many of me sleeping, smiling, laughing. There were stupid ones, ones taken while I was making a weird face, or in the middle of eating. But still there were so many pictures taken of me, and the thing that bugged me was that I never noticed. I never, not once, noticed him taking the pictures. Some spy I was.
I climbed out of bed, and made my way over to the suitcase that contained my clothes.
Peter and I had both agreed that we couldn’t live in Avengers tower anymore, and until we found a house, this was our only option. It wasn’t too bad, but it was a bit small.
I grabbed some clothes and got dressed, I’d have to hurry or I’d be late.
I was late anyways, I couldn’t find my shoes, because they were shoved under Peter’s desk. I don’t understand how anyone can be so messy.
“Hi! Anna, you’re here!” said an excited voice behind me. I turned around behind me, and came face-to-face with Sydney.
“Yeah, of course I’m here.” She laughs, and grabs me by the hand.
“So, have you met Harry?”
“Harry who?”
“Harry Osborn?”
“Obviously, he’s my fiancé’s best friend. I’d hope I’d met him already.” I say
“Well I think he’s a bit dreamy.”
“I thought you were with that Ashton guy, the drummer from Australia?”
“We’re not together,”
“Yet?”
“Yet.”
We walk around Times Square, talking about anything that happens to pop into our heads.

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