"No, stop, please!" I yelled and shook my head, tears streaming down my face as I sat tied to the chair in the room, the bodies of the rest of the team littering the floor around me as the dark figure killed them one by one.

"You did this, Y/N. You killed us all." Natasha choked, blood oozing out of her mouth as the dark figure loomed over her and raised the gun in his hand. My eyes widened.

"NO!" The trigger was pulled, the bullet hole in between her eyes starting to trickle with the crimson liquid as he killed yet another member of the team. I choked and shook my head, all of them dead now apart from my dad and Peter. I couldn't lose them too, I just couldn't.

"Spare them, please, they didn't do anything, none of them did, please." I sobbed and shook my head, my now raw wrists continuing to desperately pull at the rope tying me down as I tried to get myself free to at least save my dad and the love of my life from the same fate that everyone else had met.

"No, but you did." My dad mumbled quietly, the life slowly but surely vanishing from his eyes as his head slowly nodded against the ground.

"Dad, don't say that, please, I didn't mean to hurt those people!" I cried.

"And yet you still did." He whispered, a scream leaving my lips as the dark figure raised the gun and fired another shot into my dad's head. All that was left now was Peter, and I had to save him, I couldn't let my best friend die too.

"Please no, not him, kill me instead, please." I begged, my body desperately fighting in a futile effort to untie my limbs as I helplessly watched everyone that I cared about die right in front of me.

"Don't worry, you'll die too. You're just taking all of us down with you." Peter whispered, the boy's suit ripped and his hands clenching against the ground as he fought to stay alive.

"Please, Peter, not you too, please!" I cried.

"This is all your fault." He whispered again, making my eyes widen and my head shake rapidly as the dark figure raised the gun once more before pointing it to Peter's head and pulling the trigger.

"NO!"

"Fuck!" I gasped, my eyes shooting open and my body jolting up into a sitting position as I came out of the nightmare. I gulped harshly and closed my eyes again, my head lowering to face my sheets as my heart raced in my chest. This was the fourth time this week that I'd had the recurring nightmare, meaning that the horrible dream was getting more regular. But unlike a month ago, I wasn't going to go to my dad for my support. I sighed and threw the covers off of my legs before standing up from my bed. I padded to my door and opened it, Peter's door already in my line of vision as I quietly moved across the hallway. It had been a month since I had first gone to Peter for support due to my dad being busy, and I'd gone to him every night since. My best friend and crush had been nothing short of amazing in helping me to deal with the trauma of what had happened that day, and despite the nightmares becoming more recurrent, I was actually starting to believe him when he said that what had happened wasn't my fault. Though, what Peter had tried but failed to say to me the morning after still bothered me to this day. If I was being hopeful, I would have thought that he'd been on the cusp of admitting his real feelings to me, if there were any, that was. Nothing more had been said about it in the several times that he'd comforted me since, but it had been pretty much constantly on my mind regardless. I snapped back to reality, my brain ridding itself of the thoughts as I knocked gently on Peter's door.

"Come in." His muffled voice sounded, just like it had on that first night. I opened the door and slipped in, my eyebrows furrowing as Peter sat cross-legged and shirtless on his bed, the spoon in his hand dipping into the bowl of ice cream as he looked at his phone. He looked up at me as I shut the door and he put his phone down.

"Oh, Y/N, what are you doing here, you're the last person that I expected to show up in my room at one in the morning." He spoke sarcastically, making me playfully roll my eyes and smile at him as I sat down opposite him on the bed so that the bowl was in between us.

"What are you doing eating ice cream in the middle of the night? That's a step up from you just not sleeping." I chuckled as he gave me the spoon and I dipped it into the desert.

"I got hungry. You have the nightmare again?" He asked. I nodded and put the spoon into my mouth, making him sigh and give me a small smile.

"It should go away soon enough. Well, if you're telling me the truth about you starting to believe that it wasn't your fault, it will." He chuckled.

"Of course I'm telling the truth, I'd never lie to you, Pete." I scoffed.

"I know, babe, just testing you." He smiled. I returned it and shook my head, though my heart leaped in my chest at the use of the nickname that had now become a common thing for Peter to call me. Making the question of what he was about to tell me that morning all the more pressing.

"Pete, can I ask you something?" I asked as I passed the spoon back to him.

"Sure, shoot." He chuckled, the boy blissfully oblivious to what I was about to ask as his eyes focused on getting the ice cream onto the utensil. I gulped harshly, my heart starting to race purely at the anticipation of asking him.

"There was something that you said, the morning after I first came to you for support. Or rather...something that you didn't say." Peter immediately froze at my words. His eyes wavered, his Adam's apple bobbing in a harsh gulp as he flicked his gaze up to look at me.

"I knew that it was only a matter of time before you asked me about that." He chuckled nervously, sticking one more mouthful of ice cream into his mouth before putting the spoon back into the bowl and putting it on his bedside table. I gulped harshly, my heart thumping equally as forcefully as I was sure that Peter's was as the boy timidly looked at me.

"I-I, um...I'm sure that you guessed this already, b-but I was trying to tell you that I like you, as more than just a friend. I have for a while, I-I can't help it. I know that your dad is going to kill me the second that he finds out about this, but you're just perfect in every way in my eyes. Y-you're beautiful, smart, kind, caring, tenacious, not to mention a really badass fighter, which is awesome. That's why I've been so eager to make you see the truth about the incident. Of course you're my best friend, so I would have tried anyway, but it was so painful to watch you kill yourself more everyday over something that wasn't your fault. I wanted to help you get better. And, I'll admit that that's partly because yes, I like you." He confessed with a nod. I just looked at him, my eyes slightly wide and my lips parted as my mind desperately tried to comprehend everything that he was saying. My heart raced, my body feeling like it was in heaven at his words. Sure, I had by now expected him to admit that he liked me, but that was all that I'd expected. I hadn't expected him to admit that he thought that I was perfect, or that he had tried so hard to help because it hurt him to see me so upset. Every word that the boy had just uttered was only making me fall for him more, and that was just another thing that I loved about him.

"Y/N? Please say something so that I know that I didn't just fuck up our entire friendship." He gulped, making my eyes widen.

"Shit, sorry, Pete, sorry." I chuckled, making him hesitantly return it as I scooted forward so that our knees were touching. I bit my lip and looked at him.

"I like you too, Peter. I really fucking like you too, why wouldn't I? I know that these things tend to escape your notice, but you're also kind of amazing." I smiled. He chuckled and shook his head, his eyes flicking down before raising again to me.

"Does that mean that I can kiss you? Because I've literally been waiting since we met to kiss you, and believe me, it's been a fucking long wait." He scoffed and shook his head.

"Yes, Pete, yes, you can kiss me." I laughed, making him chuckle and raised his hand to my cheek. He used the gentle grip on my face to pull me towards him, my eyes fluttering shut as he pressed his lips to mine. I returned the kiss immediately, fireworks virtually going off in my head as I held his face and he moved his hands to my waist. After all, this was what I'd wanted to happen since I'd first met Peter, and it was nothing short of perfect. I just couldn't wait for more amazing late-night kisses like this with him. I broke the kiss and touched our foreheads, his lips hovering over mine as our eyes fluttered open.

"That was an amazing first kiss." he whispered, making me giggle and nod in agreement as I bit my lip.

"It was. The first of many more, I hope." I teased.

"Oh, definitely." He smiled, making me laugh as he leant in and kissed me again. I returned it, my lips smiling against his as we kissed. I broke it again, another laugh leaving my mouth as he leant forward and tried to reignite the kiss once more.

"I want to kiss you, too, Pete, I do, but I'm getting really tired again, so maybe we should try and sleep." I giggled, though allowing him to teasingly brush his lips against mine as my hand on his chest stopped him from going any further. Not that I'd mind that.

"Yeah, okay, baby. Let's sleep, and then we can kiss more in the morning." He smiled as he pulled away fully.

"Sounds perfect." I returned, making him chuckle as we lay down in his bed. I rested my head and hand on his bare chest, his arm curling around my waist to pull me into his side as we cuddled up together underneath his sheets.

"Goodnight, angel. Sleep well." He mumbled as he pressed his lips to the top of my hair.

"You too, Pete. Goodnight." I whispered, my eyes starting to flutter shut as I spoke. I sighed out and let my body relax against Peter, my mind and heart over the moon at the fact that I was finally falling asleep in the arms of the love of my life, and my new boyfriend.