A month had passed since the Avengers had taken me in, and Peter and I had become inseparable. He came to see me every day, which he got away with by bringing me all of my meals. Every day, three times a day, he would sit on the other side of the glass and we'd just talk, mostly about nothing but sometimes telling each other our life stories. After a week, Peter had told me the full story about how he'd also gained his powers unwillingly, a radioactive spider biting him and changing his life forever. After two weeks, I'd learned about Peter's parents and his uncle, and about how it'd been just him and his aunt for a couple years. He had gotten into a habit of doing sweet nothings, like sneaking in extra snacks on my food trays in every meal. When he delivered breakfast, I'd often find an extra slice of toast with my cereal or pastry, a candy bar or bag of chips with my sandwich and a pudding cup with whatever was for dinner that night. I really felt like he cared about me. And I loved it. I snapped out of my thoughts as the door to the control room opened and Peter walked in, holding the tray with my lunch on it.

"Hey, my favourite web-slinging hero." I smiled, making him chuckle as he walked towards me.

"Hey, my favourite magic villain." He returned. I gasped and jokingly hold a hand up to my chest in fake offence.

"I thought that we determined after I DIDN'T kill you that I'm not the villain." I teased.

"I kid, I kid." He chuckled as he sat down on the floor on the other side of the glass, putting the tray next to him. He pushed it forward, making the hatch on his side of the wall open. A moment later, my hatch opened and I grabbed the tray, examining the contents.

"Not bad. A soda, a fruit cup, bag of chips, thanks, and a...what the fuck is that?" I scoffed, lifting the bread off the sandwich to reveal cheese and crushed pickles between the slices.

"Oh, I convinced Mr Stark to let me get you a sandwich from this place in Queens called Delmar's, their sandwiches are the best." He smiled.

"I don't know, Pete, HYDRA's food was pretty shit, but even I still have enough taste buds to know that crushed pickles are going to be gross." I winced.

"Come on, I promise you'll like it. I'll buy you your favourite food when Mr Stark lets you out if you try it." He spoke. I sighed, looking at him. I bit my lip, quickly getting lost in those big doe eyes that got me every time, so much so that I almost forgot about the sandwich in front of me.

"Fine, fine, damn your stupid puppy eyes, Parker." I chuckled. Peter hesitantly returned it, looking down as he blushed. I took a deep breath, grimacing slightly at the salty smell of the pickles before taking a bite. My eyes widened.

"Oh, my god, that's amazing." I nodded. Peter's head shot back up.

"Right?" he smiled.

"Damn, this is the best food I've had since..." I stopped myself and my smile dipped as I looked down. Peter looked at me, resting his head against the glass.

"Since HYDRA took you?" he mumbled quietly. I looked at him and nodded.

"It's okay, Y/N. You're safe now, and they're never going to hurt you again. If I'm all that stands between you and them for the rest of our lives, then you better believe that I'll stay there. I'll protect you, Y/N, no matter what." He promised. I bit my lip, tears pricking my eyes as I raised my hand to the glass and pressed my flat palm against it.

"Thank you, Peter." I whispered. He gave me a small smile, also raising his hand so that it was in the same place as mine was against the glass. I'd give anything to remove that one layer so that I could feel the warmth of Peter's skin, even for a second.

"Anything for you, Y/N." he nodded, looking at me with nothing but love in his eyes. And that look, felt like home.