Aftermath (Peter)

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She had been told to rest, and so she did, but she couldn't fall asleep. There were too many thoughts. Too much guilt. She felt stupid and silly - so she finally got up. She messaged Peter that she would like to see him and then she found herself pulling out her Crashdown uniform.

She pulled on the uniform and looked in the mirror. She even put on the headband with bobbing alien attenas.

This was who she was. Liz Parker. She should probably just stop fooling herself.

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"Okay." But now she wasn't sure what to talk about.

"Do you think the inn is near a black hole." Liz went to the one topic she thought would be safe. Science. "If we're near a black hole then it could suggest why it's a one way travel and explain why time is different since it's theorized time slows down the closer you are to one."

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"I never thought about it, but that makes sense," Peter says, mulling it over in his head. Quantum Physics had been one of his favorite courses -- and his favorite subjects to read about. "How'd it come up?"

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She wondered how she should answer that. "Kitty mentioned string theory and I started thinking about other possibilities. Everyone seems to agree on the idea of an alternate world or something, but I thought if maybe there's a different way... I don't know." She shrugged. She thought maybe there'd be an easier way to leave him him.

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"A different way were here?" he asks, unsure of what she means. A part of him wonders if she means a different way home, but he can't bring himself to ask it directly.

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This was turning out not to be a safe subject at all. Maybe she should have just started talking about mitochondrial DNA or something.

"Just that... maybe the rules change, if the black hole theory is right." She focused on the way his hair back ended at the back of his hair met at his neck.

She watched him pedal, his body slightly going up and down as he worked moved them along. She had asked him to bring her and he had done it without any real fight, all for some stupid idea in her mind. He had ended up over her, crushed under rubble, because of another stupid idea that she could somehow be his equal if she just worked hard enough.

He didn't want her to rely on him, one of the reasons he made her jump alone. It was, she thought, maybe the perfect analogy - they would never be able to jump together. Everyone at the inn kept telling her to stop hoping for something to happen that wasn't going to happen, but when she did, she could feel an emptiness start forming inside of her. She didn't need Peter - people didn't seem to get that. Liz knew she didn't 'need' anyone. But she knew how she felt around him and she knew she'd never feel that again. Maybe she'd feel something similar, but it would always be second best. She'd be settling and she knew it.

When she had been under the rubble and saw him trying to keep it together for her, she realized how selfish she was being. She realized they could have died and he would probably feel like it was all his fault.

"Can we stop?" her voice came out a little hoarse, like she hadn't had water in a while or something.

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Liz's request seems to come out of nowhere, and even though his spidey sense doesn't actually go off, Peter knows instantly that something's wrong.

"Yeah, sure," Peter says, slowing his pedaling to a point where he can easily slow the bike. Once he has the bike stopped and steadied beneath him, he looks behind him at her.

"What's wrong?"

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She looked at him for a long moment in silence, lips pressed together, but hinting at a frown.

Liz reached out and wrapped her arms around his torso, hugging his back. And then she started to cry - a cry that she hadn't yet had over what had happened to both of them.

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"Hey," Peter says, suddenly, not sure what to do. He doesn't want to pull away, but at the same time, he still wants to hold her.

And that's not something he can do easily from this position.

So instead, he lets her hold him and he folds his arms over her own, his hands set firmly over hers. He doesn't know what to say and he doesn't know why she's crying, but he can do this.

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Liz wasn't sure how long she cried against Peter. Her grip tightened around him and she just let herself cry. She didn't hold back this time and she didn't try to stop herself. Several minutes passed before she seemed to run out of tears and Liz was left with gaspy breaths and shuddered exhales.

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As the minutes pass, Peter's still unsure as to what he should do. Eventually, Liz's crying seems to subside and finally, he pushes himself to say something.

"Liz," he starts, softly. "If there's something wrong... I really want you to tell me."

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His voice, and the kindness therein, force an unsteady frown as this time she fights back a sob, eyes shut tightly. It was another minute before she found her voice, rough and quiet. "We almost died... We wouldn't even be here, right now."

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"We are here, though," he says, giving one of her hands a little squeeze. "I know that probably doesn't help, but... we're here and we're fine."

And sometimes what he needs to remind himself of when he gets panicky, like he did when they were in the ventilation ducts.

"I love you," he tells her, just in case she needs to hear it.

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The physical reaction Liz had to his words was probably most evident. She seemed to suck in all the air around her while her grip tightened and then loosened. She shut her eyes again as she fought off another wave. Liz knew why Peter faced this sort of thing a lot and was able to deal with it easier too.

Finally she straightened, reluctantly letting go of Peter's body. Her face was now a red hot mess. "sorry... I guess - I guess I've been carrying that around for a while."

She wiped her face with the backs of her hands.

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"You don't have to carry things around with you," he says, twisting himself around best he can so he can get a better look at Liz. "We're a team. We can carry those things together."

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She searched his eyes for a moment, then nodded. "I'm sorry... I know you don't keep anything back from me. I need... To do the same."

Liz reached out to touched the side of his face gently. "I promise, from now on, okay. Even if I feel like it's something stupid."

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Peter still doesn't feel entirely convinced that everything's okay. "Are you sure that's all you need?" he asks. "I'm still dealing with everything that happened under that warehouse now, and it's been --" Peter tries to dredge up the numbers. "-- a really long time now," he finishes, unable to find a satisfactory answer.

"I don't expect you to feel okay about this right now," he says. "Really, I don't. Just remember that."

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She nodded. The truth was, she felt a strong urge to throw herself at him. She had no idea why, but it was there. Even now as she sat there looking undoubtedly like a mess, she wanted to get lost in his arms and his lips and not have to think. And yet, she knew Peter wasn't ready yet and somewhere in her more rational mind she knew the urge was some sort of response to almost dying.

Liz leaned forward and kissed the side of his face. "We'll figure it out together."

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"Yeah," Peter says, nodding. He kisses the side of her face, too. "I'm sure we will."

It might not be easy, but if anyone can do it, it'd be them.

"You ready to head back to the inn?"

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She smiled a little, for real this time, and nodded. She really did love him.

"Yeah. Let's get back."