Love is inevitable and it will take you to wonderful places you've never been to. The only problem here is that I am willing myself not to love you.
(y/n)'s POV-
My eyes slowly opened to blinding light, immediately shutting back on reflex. I willed myself to sit up just a little and rubbed my eyes open. The light, turns out, wasn't blindingly bright at all. In fact, it was just a ray falling from the ceiling into the otherwise dull room. I looked around myself, gathering my surroundings.
I was in a Hospital Room-a private one because there weren't other patients laying down on beds similar to mine in a neatly organised row-and, surprisingly, had no idea how I'd gotten there in the first place.
There was a door a few paces right in front of my bed. A window with grey curtains drawn across it was seated on my right, at a distance of five steps. Maybe even six. I looked on my left, spotting a side-table with a small water glass on it. The glass held the most beautiful rose I'd ever seen and was filled half way through the bottom.
The rose was the darkest red, maybe darker than even our own blood. Its stem was situated gracefully along the container, tiny thorns being spotted easily.
My eyes slowly moved from the rose to the person I hadn't noticed until now. Though they looked familiar, I couldn't quite put a name tag on them.
Their head was bent down, cushioned by the circle created by their arms. They wore a dark blue jumper, one of my favourite colours.
Suddenly taking note of the mop of brown curls, recognition hit me like a tsunami. Shifting a little closer to them, I gently patted their shoulder.
Peter was quick to spring up, spilling questions the second he did.
"Do you need something? How is you head? Do I have to call the nurse or the doctor? Shall I get you something to eat?"
Seeing him so concerned made my heart flutter with unknown butterflies. He always made me feel extra special and loved. There was a warmth about Peter that was indescribable and I couldn't help but fall further in love with him than I already was.
Was that even possible? Well, anything and everything is possible with Peter Benjamin Parker.
"Peter, slow down," I giggled.
That was something new.
"I'm absolutely alright, though I still have a minor headache and I would love it if you bought us some McD. I have junk food craving."
He gave me a brief smile, getting up and stretching himself out. His shirt rode up a little when he stretched out his arms, showing me some hot muscle hidden under it. I hadn't known Peter Parker to have muscle! Though shocking, I couldn't help but flash him an impressive smirk, little drool slipping out from the side of my lip.
He reached over and swiped at the falling drool with his thumb, making me blush furiously. Though he had noticed the evident smirk plastered on my lips, he decided not to show any sign of it.
"Take care. I won't be long," he whispered against my hair, gently kissing it.
He walked towards the door, not even second glancing at me. I knew it was to hide the redness creeping into his cheeks and I grinned cheekily, looking down at my interlocked hands.
The sound of the door closing made me look up, but by that time Peter was long gone.
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It felt like eternity while Peter was gone. I had nothing better to do. I looked out the window, the curtains not hiding the outside view anymore, and inhaled deeply.
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Fanfiction"Who was she, May?" His voice was scarcely above a breathy whisper. "She was a nobody, Peter. It'll be better if you understood that and moved on," May's voice resonated in his head. "How can you expect me to forget the girl I fell in love with?" ...
