He hummed yes in reply. Do you really want to tell him this way?

I thought. After like 10 minutes of just deciding whether I should tell him or not Peter speaks,

"y/n tell me." He whispered in my ear. I looked at him. Wow I thought.

I got lost in his eyes. Deep into his soul. He stares back into me.

It's like we're reading each other's soul. The deep things we don't admit to our selfs. I saw the guilty in his eyes.

With a normal expression. Deep down there he feels sorry for what he did. And he doesn't even know why. However, I know.

A tear left my right eye. I look away wiping it away. "y/n?" He grabs my hand.

"Tell me what's wrong." I couldn't look in his eyes.

"I heard what you said with the people in the house. You're just using me as a plan to get my father. And right now I don't care what you do to me"

I turned into his direction. Making a intimated face making sure it wasn't sad anything but serious.

"Just don't let them hurt my father." I tried to get to his human side. Does Peter Parker have a human side? The only people who can say he does is: Aunt May and Me. He avoided eye contact now.

"Well it's not for me to decide." He let go of my hand leaning on the window staring at the distance. "Peter Parker!"

I grabbed his arm pulling to make him look at me.

"What?"

"Peter," I started.

"Don't let anything happen to my Father and my brother." He rubbed his face sighing loudly. The car was parked in front of the house. Peter was ripped from me.

He paid the guy and was opening the house. I get out closing the door loudly. The driver was driving out.

"Peter!" I screamed, he turned to me.

"What?!" I take a big step. "Please do anything you want with me."

Tears start crawl down my face. "Don't effing touch one hair on my dad's head."

He came closer and grabbed my upper arms. "Like I said before. It's not me who gets to decide!"

He yelled back. I rolled my eyes.

"Do something in your life Peter! You only live once! And your gonna let someone control your life? Like how you let your father kill people? You're not a kid anymore! Your like 21! You can legally drink and you still think your a child?! Stop following the effing group for once!"

He gripped my arms tighter then before. "Who do you think you are to boss me around?" The next words slipped out of mouth like nothing.

"Your Soulmate!"

He let go of me. His eyes were widen 10 times big.

"Is-is-sss- th-that tr-tr-true?" I gasped at what I just said. I cover my hand with my right hand.

The soulmate tattoo hand. He was frozen. Peter unexpectedly got my hand ripping off my bracelet.

And saw the thing he hoped that he didn't.

Peter took a step back kinda like he was tripping. We were just looking into each other's eyes it was awkward.

He finally opened the door of the house. I walked in. It was all awkward.

The silence was killing me. We were both standing in the living room. He sighed and wiped his face lightly.

I was standing behind him. Peter turned around fast gripped my face and quickly...

Kisses me. It was all to quickly. I didn't know what was happening but I finally kissed back. It was like all of the pieces that were missing of myself has come together in this moment.

All the waves of happiness were crashing into my body. Peter smiled lightly on my lips which made me smile back. It was like I was missing something from myself.

Just his lips connecting with mine made me feel like all was right in the world.

He pushed me to a wall. It was slow and passionately. This was my first time kissing someone. So I was self conscience. I was losing breath.

Peter backed away slowly. Opening his eyes slowly. He was so close to me. I could feel his breath on my face. We were like this for a minute catching our breaths before speaking,

"That-that was amazing." I was lose with words so I just nodded.

"We should do that more often." He smiled wide chuckling lightly.

A little out of breathe. I laughed putting my head on his chest. While he hugs me tightly.

"I make sure no one will hurt you or your family now that I know I'm your soulmate."

The next morning I woke up happy and excited to see Peter.

He seemed happy I was his soulmate yesterday. I travel down the stairs to the big kitchen. All I see fruits on the table. I looked for him in the bathroom.

Nope. He wasn't there either.

I was getting nervous. I looked in all the rooms. I checked his closet to find all his clothes gone.

After a while of admitting to myself he left me. I cried on the stool in the kitchen.

I looked pasted the fruits to see a letter on the table. I got up and wiped my dry tears still crying my eyes out.

I cried harder.

How could he just leave me like that? I painfully thought. About 1,000 dollars were on the table. I guess I'm going back to New York finally. But then I thought.

He couldn't just leave Aunt May who was dying.

I took the car that was outside and my stuff was there. My purse with all of my items were in the car.

I put a jacket over my pj body. I obviously didn't care what I looked like. I need Peter to explain to me himself why he was leaving me.

I got to the hospital running through the halls to the floor and the room of May.

Her room was empty. I ran to the office lady in the front.

"Hi," I started out of breath. "What happen to May Parker?"

The lady gave me a look.

"Well it looks like May Parker has been dead since yesterday around 7 or 8 or 9 o' clock."

I gasped surprised.

"Wait, and did you call Peter Parker?" I asked. She nodded her head and continued her work.

Wow now I got no leads to find him.

I drove to the airport. I brought my ticket back to New York. I called my Father.

He said worried.

—

He said confused.

—

I arrived.

My dad hugged me tight. My brother hugged me tighter.

"I thought he disowned you?" I questioned to my brother.

"Yeah but you were missing and we were looking for you together."

In the whole car ride to the Stark building they asked me questions.

I didn't answer any of the questions. I just stared out the window thinking about Peter.

I can't take him off my mind. He's my true love. How can he just leave me like that?

He's just going to think I'm going to move on that quickly? Is he crazy?

Does he not understand the concept of soulmates? You only get one.

I was imagining what he was doing. It was so painful to think of all the things he would be doing right now.

It broke my heart. No! He broke my heart. I felt like I wasn't made to be loved.

Little did I know Peter was watching us all.

I was trying to leave. I would close my hand to the door handle and I felt like all of my bones wanted to wake up y/n and take her with me.

I couldn't. Sam would do anything to hurt Tony. I was finally doing something for myself.

I got the door to open, I hopped in the car. I drove to the private airport and flying back to New York. I knew she would be here eventually.

Ever since yesterday, I felt like my heart couldn't take anymore heart break. My aunt died. I left my only true love. And I'm here alone driving to the place.

I had a plan. A plan to know what is happening in her life without me being there. Since I found out all the happiness was took from me when I left the front door.

I wanted to hold her and her to tell me everything was going to be alright.

I was protecting her from myself. It hurt all the bones in my body to see her in pain. But it will move on and she would live life without me.

Around 10 or 11 o'clock in the morning. I felt my tattoo burn.

Burning more then any time before. It was like the physical pain of her heart breaking down in my hands. I was breaking her. Hopefully she won't try to find me.

Ever since I kidnapped her I slowly was falling for her.

More when I was in the forest with her. I was wondering if she will tell her dad everything by everything.

I was trying to help her out.

I knocked his door. The face of Steve Rogers answered.

"Hello Peter Parker."

He said nicely.

"Hi, captain. You know the plan James told you right?"

Steve nodded his head. He let me in quietly.

I was pasting through the front door of the small apartment and....

"Owwwww"

I held my wrist with my left hand. "She's crying isn't she?" Natasha asked.

I nodded needing to seat down. I sat at the table. "Fucking hell!"

I yelled at the amounts of the burning sense.

"It will hurt for her but it's the right thing to do until we deal with Sam and he's partner the worst threat of all...." she said.

"Thanos"

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