I sat on my bed, head in my hands as I tried to think. My mind immediately started to wander to Peter, my lips curling up into a smile as I thought about him. About the way that his curls became messy when he pulled his mask off, or how he blushed at most of my smiles and comments to him. I knew that I was harsh on him, but only because I cared about him, too much so to see him hurt. My eyes widened slightly.

"Stop catching feelings, girl, you're a fucking Avenger, get a grip." I mumbled to myself.

"What?" my head snapped up and I sighed as Peter stood at my door, fiddling nervously with his fingers. I gulped harshly, trying not to focus on how amazing his biceps looked in the muscle shirt that he was wearing.

"Nothing, um...what are you doing here?" I asked, standing up from the bed.

"Sam just told me about how you ended up here." He admitted, slowly walking into the room. My eyes widened and I scoffed.

"That's none of his business, he shouldn't have told you that." I mumbled.

"It's not his fault, he told me because he thinks y-you want me to, I don't know, break down your walls or something. I think he thinks you want to connect with me." He nodded. I scoffed and squinted my eyes at him.

"Peter, no offence, but I'm not the average teenage girl who thinks that her biggest problem is a broken nail. I've been through some serious shit, Peter." I scoffed. His eyes widened slightly.

"I-I get that, I'm just trying to help-."

"You can't help, Peter, because you don't know the first thing about what I've been through, you don't know the first thing about how hard it is to be broken." I spat. His eyes widened again.

"Do you really think you're the only broken one here?" he scoffed, squinting his eyes at me. I looked at him.

"What are you trying to say, Peter?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. He clenched his jaw, briefly looking out of my window before looking back at me.

"My parents died when I was four. They had a flight to catch, so they dropped me off at my aunt May and Uncle Ben's apartment and left. The plane crashed, I never saw them again. I can barely remember what my mom looked like, I forgot what my dad looked like years ago." He scoffed, shaking his head. I gulped, letting my arms drop.

"My uncle Ben died when I was fourteen. I had only just gotten my powers, and so didn't know what to do when someone was robbing the apartment. He stepped in to stop them, and got shot. He died in my aunt May's arms whilst I called the ambulance, which arrived a couple minutes after he died." He nodded, his eyes turning red and puffy. My eyes widened, my heart starting to thump harder as I realised how fucked up what I had just said was, especially as Peter did understand what I had been through, as it turned out.

"I understand that you've been through a lot, I get that, trust me. But that doesn't give you an excuse to be an asshole. I get why you're closed off, after everything you've been through, sometimes it's just easier to block people out and hurt them to stop the risk of them hurting you first. But you won't be living if you do that. You'll just be surviving. And it doesn't make you weak or anything to ask for help every once in a while. But also don't think for a second that you're the only broken one here, because trust me, out of all of us, you've probably lost the least." He nodded, a tear leaving his eyes. I sighed and looked at him.

"I'm sorry, Peter, I shouldn't have said that stuff, I'm sorry." I gulped. He scoffed and shook his head as he looked down.

"Just forget it." He mumbled, keeping his head down as he walked out of my room.

I walked up the ramp to the jetti and into the aircraft to see everyone in their suits and strapping in. I gulped as I looked at Peter, who was obviously trying not to look at me. I gulped, knowing that this time, I really had fucked up as I sat next to him, making him clench his jaw. I strapped myself in and timidly looked at him.

"Pete-."

"I said forget it." He mumbled, still staring straight ahead. I sighed and looked down, already missing the joking and shy boy that I had come to know, and admittedly love. The jetti set off, launching us into the air and towards the HYDRA base that we'd been assigned to take down.

"Okay, does everyone know what they're doing?" Tony asked, making everyone nod.

"Oh, Pete, your role has changed slightly, I need you to take out the generator instead of the guards." Tony nodded.

"B-but Mr Stark, the generator is in the middle of the building, there's no way that I can take out that many guards by myself." He scoffed.

"That's why Y/N's going with you." Tony stated. My eyes widened, as did Peter's as he looked at me.

"Mr Stark, I don't think-."

"My decision is final, Peter. You need help, and that's okay, but Y/N will be the one to help. Understood?" our mentor asked. Peter sighed and looked down.

"Understood." He mumbled, not looking up for the rest of the trip and making me sigh, twangs of guilt making my heart ache.