I walked into the robotics lab and sighed as dad and Wanda sat there.

"Morning, hun. You ready to train?" Wanda asked.

"Whatever." I mumbled. Wanda and dad looked at each other.

"You want to check that attitude, kid?" dad asked, looking up from his suit.

"Sorry, I just...I'm not really in the mood for training today." I sighed, looking down as I remembered the events of last night, Peter crawling in through my window, very much in pain but still very hesitant for my help. So much so that it hurt.

"Tough shit, honey, if you want to be able to fully control your powers, you can't just have days off." Wanda scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. I sighed again and looked down.

"This is about Peter, isn't it?" dad mumbled.

"No..." I lied.

"Of course it is. Just yesterday, you saw him again for the first time in two months, and then suddenly, you don't want to train? For the first day in two months? It's definitely about Peter." He nodded. I groaned.

"Okay, so what if it is?" I gave in.

"Honey, don't let some boy stop you from training. You will be able to do amazing things once you have full access to your power." Wanda encouraged. I sighed.

"You're right. Forget what I said, let's train." I nodded.

"I was hoping that you'd say that." She smiled before sending the coffee table flying towards me. I gasped, my eyes widening as I shot my hand out in front of me, stopping the table from slamming into me with the red laces of energy circling my hand and reaching out to the table.

"Nice catch, kid." Dad mumbled, not looking up from his suit. I chuckled and smiled before dropping the table.

I lay in bed, staring at my ceiling as I contemplated what to do. I looked at my phone screen and bit my lip as my screensaver was still the photo that Peter and I had taken on our first date. I gulped and unlocked my phone before going into my contacts and scrolling down to his name. I took a deep breath and clicked on it before putting the phone to my ear.

"Hey, it's Peter, I'm sorry that I can't accept this call right now, but leave a message and I'll call you back. It's Peter, by the way. Parker."                                                      
I sighed as it went straight to voicemail, telling me that he had rejected the call.

"Plan B." I mumbled to myself as I clicked on our text conversation and typed out a message before pressing "send".

Y/N: Hey. I know that you're pissed, you have every right to be, but we need to talk.

My eyes widened slightly as contrary to the call, I almost immediately got a text back.

Peter: Oh, so now you want to talk? Where's this Y/N been for the last two months?

I winced slightly, a tear pricking my eye as I could feel the venom in his words. I sighed and typed out another message.

Y/N: Please don't do this, Peter...

Peter: Tell me, how else am I meant to react?

Y/N: Look, I didn't text you to fight. I actually texted you at my dad's request.

Peter: Oh, even better, you DON'T want to talk to me, your dad made you do it!

I groaned to myself at how confrontational he was being.

Y/N: That's not what I meant! Look, just please come over, I'd rather talk to you about this preposition in person.

Peter:...Preposition?

Y/N: Yeah. So, will you come over?

Peter:...See you in an hour...

I sat in my room, fiddling with my fingers as I waited for Peter to arrive. I looked at my phone and bit my lip as the last text that Peter had sent me was almost two hours ago, telling me that he would be here in an hour. I sighed and looked down. Maybe he wasn't coming after all. Maybe he'd decided not to hear me out, or that he didn't want to even be my friend anymore, since I'd lied to him for two months. Then again, he'd pretty much lied to me since I'd gotten here. But, he hadn't lied about being dead-.

My mind stopped wandering and I looked up as I heard the doorbell go. I took a deep breath before leaving my room and heading downstairs. I walked to the front door, my heart pounding through my chest as I clicked it open. Peter stood there, his hand grasped around the backpack strap that was on his shoulder.

"Hey." I gulped, looking at him.

"Hey." He nodded. We just stood there, staring at each other for a moment.

"Invite the boy in, then." I groaned internally as dad appeared beside me and patted me on the shoulder.

"Um, h-hey Mr Stark." Peter gulped as he slipped into the house.

"Good to see you, kid. Well done on preventing a mass shooting at the school." Dad nodded. Peter hesitantly returned it.

"You two need to talk." Dad spoke, looking between us.

"Yeah, we do." Peter mumbled. I rolled my eyes and took Peter's hand, making him blush slightly as I took him upstairs and into my room, me shutting the door behind us. Peter tossed his backpack down onto my bed before looking at me. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying not to pay attention to the fact that there was a good few metres between us.

"So, where do we start?" I asked. Peter looked at me.

"I think with the fact that no one told me that my girlfriend was alive for two months, letting me believe that she was dead in a ditch somewhere." He nodded.

"Ex-girlfriend, remember?" I scoffed. Peter squinted his eyes at me. I knew that my comment had been really petty and didn't help the situation, but I still wasn't over Peter breaking up with me, so I figured that a little bit of pettiness wouldn't do too much damage.

"We're really going back to this? You know damn well that I broke up with you to protect you, Y/N. It killed me, trust me, but Mysterio went after you twice, he nearly killed you both times, he was, and probably still is, hell-bent on killing you in order to hurt me. That's why I broke up with you." He nodded.

"Yeah, because finding a solution that could keep us together just wasn't an option, was it?" I spat.

"You know that it wasn't! Your dad is proof of that." He retaliated. My eyes widened and I took a step forward, Peter doing the same.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I scoffed, taking another step forward, Peter once again mirroring my action.

"Do you really think that if your dad had figured out a way to let the world know that you're his daughter and still keep you safe, you'd still be a secret? It was the same for me. You were better off not being with me than you were being dead." He snapped.

"Why does everyone in my life want to either keep me a freaking secret or keep me distant from them in order to supposedly protect me?! Do you have any idea how lonely that makes me feel, Peter? The fact that my own boyfriend made me that?" I spat.

"Didn't help that you made yourself a secret and disappeared for two months." He nodded.

"You want to know why I disappeared for two months?" I spat.

"Please!" he exclaimed.

"I NEARLY KILLED MYSELF OVER YOU!" I yelled. His eyes widened and the angry expression on his face immediately dissolved into a sad one. I gulped, only just noticing that during our fight, we had closed the gap between ourselves, so much so that Peter's chest almost touched mine when he breathed. I looked down.

"What do you mean that you nearly killed yourself over me?" Peter asked quietly after what felt like hours of deafening silence. I sighed.

"Look at me." He spoke gently. I shook my head.

"Y/N, look at me." He repeated, gently hooking his finger under my chin and raising it so that I was forced to look at him. I had to stop myself from smiling as Peter looked at me with his soft doe eyes, the gaze being something that I had deeply missed.

"Tell me what happened." He nodded. I sighed again.

"I lost control. We had just broken up, and I started to lose it. Usually, it wouldn't be an issue because, well, you were my safe place-you are my safe place, but, I had just lost that, so I lost control of my power and, well, accidentally nearly killed myself." I shrugged, as if it was the most normal thing to say. Peter's lips curled into a small smile.

"I'm your safe place?" he asked. I squinted my eyes at him.

"I've just told you that I nearly died two months ago and that's what you take from the story?" I scoffed.

"Right, sorry. But...why didn't you tell me?" he asked.

"Peter, we had just broken up. I didn't really think that I could tell you, not to mention that it wasn't your fault, so I didn't want to make you feel like it was." I explained.

"Oh, Y/N." Peter sighed, pulling me into his body and resting a hand on my head. I closed my eyes and sunk into his body, listening to his gentle heartbeat.

"You can always rely on me, okay? Always. Best friend, or boyfriend." He reassured. I looked up at him and gave him a small smile.

"I know, Peter. You can always rely on me too." I nodded. He returned it and briefly looked at my lips before returning his gaze to my eyes.

"Y/N, I, erm, I know that we're not dating anymore, but I need to tell you something anyway." He spoke, looking down as he took my hands into his.

"Okay." I nodded, trying to catch his gaze. He briefly looked back up at me and I could tell that whatever he was trying to say was big, as he was blushing hard for the first time since we'd started dating.

"Look, Y/N, I...I..." Peter stuttered, looking down.

"You what, Peter?" I asked. He looked back at me, his cheeks crimson.

"I love you." He admitted, looking into my eyes. I bit my lip and smiled.

"I know." I nodded. His eyebrows furrowed at me.

"What...how...how did you-."

"Steve." I spoke, making him chuckle and shake his head.

"Well, there goes my romantic moment." He spoke. I shook my head and took his face in my hands.

"No. Because I love you too, Peter." I admitted. His lips curled into a smile before he leant down and kissed me passionately. I returned it, holding the back of his neck to pull him closer. He smiled and deepened the kiss, making me smirk as he pulled on my thighs and wrapped them around his waist.

"FRIDAY, lock the door." I breathed, making his smirk widen as he gently laid me down on the bed and kissed me again.