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Late Night Knocking - Peter

Liz had ended up going out to the spot she had shown Peter months ago and she just sat and thought and cried and repeated. When she finally made it back to the inn, she took a long shower and tried to sleep, but as the night waned on and she continued to toss and turn, Liz found herself in PJ bottoms, Peter's back-up shirt he kept at her place, and his hoodie. She hovered outside his room door wondering if he was asleep. Wondering if she should knock. Wondering.

After a moment, she knocked softly.

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It is late, but Peter answers the door almost immediately. He'd stayed up just in case she showed up, and when he heard the knock at the door, he felt relief pool over him. That relief registers on his face the moment he sees Liz standing in the hallway.

"Hey," he says, and he feels embarrassed that it's the only thing he can think to say. "You okay?" That's almost as bad because he's sure she is not.

She offered him a small smile when he opened the door. It's his face that pulls out a genuine smile, as weak as it was. "Can I come in?" She knew there wasn't a sock on the door, but she didn't want to interrupt if he and Alec were doing something or if Annie was sleeping.

"Y-yeah." Peter holds the door open for her, moving to one side so she can step inside. The second she does, he closes the door behind her and catches her hand in his own.

She felt her heart suddenly flip-flop at his hand when he grabbed for her. She didn't know why, but that simple gesture, after everything.

Liz turned and closed the distance and pressed against him burying her head in the side of his neck. She needed a moment to breathe him in and center herself.

Peter curls his arm around her. Her breath is hot on his neck and he realizes how much he's missed her being close like this. Sure, they kissed basically all the time, but it was different when you really held someone, like he's holding her now.

He gives her a kiss on the side of her face. "Love you."

She squeezed him a little. "I love you too." Though it was heavily muffled against his skin. Even if Peter wasn't some masked superhero with powers, moments like this made Liz feel like he would never let anything harm her.

Liz stayed like that for a long while. Moments passed and she just let her self be with him. She could practically feel her heartbeat calm.

Finally, she pulled a way just enough to look at him. "I missed you." She didn't know why she needed to say that, but she did. "And.. thank you. For giving me space today, for putting up with whatever Maria said to you, for - everything. For being you."

"Maria was a surprise," he admits. "But I'm kinda used to surprises."

It came with the job.

"You feel any better?" he asks. It's hard for him to tell. He hopes she's feeling better, but he's not sure you can really feel better after something like that. Not in a few hours.

"I don't know." Which she meant. "Some of it hasn't really hit home yet, you know? Like, for me, I haven't seen Alex in a year. He's just 'away' for me. There's been no funeral or anything." And so a part of her mind kept reasoning that maybe he wasn't actually dead.

"And a part of me is angry at Maria and the others for thinking Alex would kill himself, but I know Maria's apologized and it hasn't even happened to me yet." But that no one trusted her still stung.

"And then there's the whole everyone is leaving the planet thing and Tess is going to leave without even answering for Alex's death..."

She shook her head as if to say 'I haven't figured out how to feel about all of this and I've been at it for hours.'

"I don't think that it's something you can figure out right away," Peter says. He takes her hand again and leads her over to the bed. "You have a lot of time to figure that out, so... you should take all the time you need."

He gives her hand a squeeze and sits down on the bed's edge. They have a couch, but somehow, Peter never ends up using it. He just likes the higher height of the bed.

"And you know, I'll be here while you figure it out."

Liz joined Peter on the edge of the bed and wondered, not for the first time today, how lucky she was he was willing to put up with her Roswell crazy. Her gaze went from him to her hands in her lap.

"A part of me doesn't want to figure it out. I want to be selfish and somehow forget it."

And logically she knew that was just because she was upset, but it didn't stop her from feeling that way.

"It's understandable," he says. "It's a lot to have to take in all at once. And you haven't had to deal with any of this in almost a year now."

When would it make a year for Liz? October? November? Peter was having a hard time remembering.

"December." She smiled a little to him. "But I only started to feel at home here in January." He might have had something to do with that though.

Liz paused, looking at him. The pause lingered as it looked like she wanted to tell him something, but there was hesitation.

"Can I tell you something. It might... make you upset."

January. Peter feels his heart warm a little. That was basically when he started feeling a little more at home here, too.

Still, his brows furrow at Liz's disclaimer.

"Yeah," he says tentatively. "Sure."

"Okay, so..." Liz decided just to push out the words, though her gaze went back to her fingers like there was something under one of her nails, though there wasn't. "I know I said that I know we can't go back together... and I do. I know that. But I can't help thinking about how much I don't want to go back to Roswell."

Her let her hands rest on her lap and finally found enough will to look over at him. "It's not just about what I just found out. That just, you know. I made it a lot clearer. So... if Mr. Stark can find a way..." She pressed her lips together. She knew this sort of talk upset Peter, but she wanted to be clear about this to him.

Peter can hardly blame her. He's not sure he'd want to go back to any of that, either.

"If he can find a way," Peter begins. He takes a breath. "...I'd want you there too."

It's true. He'd been pragmatic about it for months -- ever since Quill arrived and dashed any hopes the two of them might have had of returning back to Peter's reality together. But when it came down to it, if he had a choice...

...well, he'd want to be with her.

The surprise registered on her face before she could temper it, but then a smile appeared. She didn't want to ask what might have changed his mind or if he was just saying that, she was just happy to see that Peter didn't look like he was hiding his feelings.

She leaned over and kissed him on his cheek. "I'm still - I'm going to be practical. But no matter how hard I try, I know what I want deep down. I've been sort of lying to myself for a little bit because I thought I was being grown up about it, but... I think it's important to stay true to my feelings."

Peter gets it.

"I just... I knew how bad things were back in Roswell, but... Maria coming here, saying everything she did..."

Well, that really just hit things home for him.

"And here I thought I knew everything I was going to go back to." She tried to make a joke, but it fell a little flat.

She looked at him. "I'm sorry about Maria. I mean, if she came off strong or said something weird or whatever."

"No," Peter says quickly. "I mean, she did come off strong, but you don't have to apologize for it."

She really doesn't. But Peter does have one question about Maria that only Liz can answer.

"Why didn't you tell me she was here?"

"She showed up yesterday and we spent all night talking -" And crying "- and I thought I'd introduce you at lunch so it wouldn't be awkward because there'd be food." Food you could hide behind. Liz was pretty sure that was why people had first dates with food, too.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to keep her a secret or anything. There was just, um... a lot for her to catch up on." Though clearly Maria hadn't shared everything about back home in return until today. "She, um. -" And suddenly Liz looked a little sheepish. "- She read my journal."

Peter tenses.

"She read the journal?" he repeats, slowly, uncomprehendingly.

And then the reality of his situation sinks in and his face flushes red. He really wants to crawl under a blanket right now, but they're both sitting on top of his comforter right now and the last thing he wants right now is for Liz to feel bad about that on top of everything else.

But still, his embarrassment is immediately apparent.

Her eyes widen a little as she felt panic rush into her.

"I, um. I didn't have her read another about you being Spider-Man -" her face matched Peter's "- there was just so much to tell her and I didn't know how to explain everything."

She paused. "I'm sorry." She frowned. "I thought... We talked about what we'd be okay with us sharing with Ned or Maria and I thought..."

"It's fine," Peter says quickly. "You didn't do anything wrong. We did talk about it. Just... knowing she knew all of that about me before I even met her..."

Peter feels his face grow hotter. He dampens his lips and looks down.

"...I don't know. It probably explains some things, though." He wonders if there were some things that Maria had read in Liz's journal that he didn't know about yet.

"I already told her I'm Spider-Man, by the way," he continues. "So it's okay for you to mention it to her."

Her brow furrowed a little. "Explain what things?" She peered at Peter, the panic she felt in her chest shifting a little, but not receding entirely. "What did she say when she went to see you?" Liz reached out to touch his thigh.

Peter isn't exactly sure of how much he can say.

"She was just really protective of you," he says. That seems safe, somehow. It's not likely going to cause problems, anyway.

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