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Rock Bottom (tag Peter)

When Liz managed to make it up to Peter's room - and it had been a bit of a struggle - she was distraught to learn he wasn't there. Thankfully she remembered Mr. Stark was supposed to talk to him, according to Thor, so she slowly made her way to Mr. Stark's room.

She pressed her lips together and silently prayed he was here. She knocked and the stood, trying to stay standing up while dealing with an undercurrent of nausea. Liz was a little pale. Her eyes looked tired too.

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"So... what you saw. It can be changed." She didn't know for sure, obviously. "I know from experience that the future isn't set in stone."

"Yeah," Peter says, more in acknowledgement than in agreement. He's not really sure what to think now.

She tensed a little, watching him.

"...Can I kiss you?" Liz was well aware of how he had been avoiding - you didn't go from kissing everyday to not and not notice it after a while.

"I'm sorry, but..." He feels bad saying this. "...not right now. I don't... I don't want to risk you seeing it right now."

Sure, the chance is infinitesimally small, but even if there's the smallest chance, he wants to put it off until he's sure the two of them have the wherewithal to handle it.

If they ever have the wherewithal to handle it.

"So that's why..." The realization came out as a soft whisper. There was the briefest of moments where she almost pulled away, the start of her fingers moving away, but then she stopped and remained and after another moment, squeezed his hands.

Liz nodded, though this time there were tears as she did. Immediately she felt stupid.

"Sorry. This isn't - not really from that. Just... just how, how things were finally starting to getting better and now... it's not fair." Her body started to warm again, though she wasn't quite aware of it. Her hand in Peter's hand warming too. "You don't deserve this."

Peter attempts a smile. "There's not really much we can do about it, so..."

He finds his voice trailing off. He wasn't even sure how he was going to end that thought, anyway.

"I'm going to be fine, though, so try not to worry. And, uh..."

It was easy for Liz to pick up on the fact Peter wasn't confident as his words suggested and that, perhaps, was what worried Liz more. Did Peter believe there was a way to stop what he saw from happening? She couldn't even comfort Peter the way her entire being was yelling at her to do. That he was trying to be so grown up about this, too, was confusing and heartbreaking.

The swirl of emotions was hard to pinpoint what she felt. It felt like a bad storm inside of her. Suddenly a unseen spark formed between her hand and his.

Liz yelped in surprise and pain as she pulled her hand back to her chest. It felt like a static shock, but on steroids.

Peter jerks back with a yelp, not sure what might have caused it; his web-slingers weren't on him, so they couldn't have malfunctioned. And it was a little strong to be a static shock.

Peter pushes his many questions about what happened aside to ask a more important one:

"You okay?"

"um, yeah." She nodded, looking at her hand. She wasn't sure how that happened and her eyes went to Peter's wrist to see if he had his web slingers on.

"You felt that too? Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Peter says, nodding. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Peter takes her hand into his own and gives it a squeeze.

When there isn't another spark, Liz relaxes a bit. Despite herself, her eyes glance to his iips before looking back up to his eyes. The urge to kiss him was always a strong one, especially now after a dry spell already. She could respect his wished though and pushed her desire for him aside as best she could.

"Are you, um.. are you going to stay with Mr. Stark for a while?"

"I don't know," Peter says, glancing uncertainly at the closed door. "Probably for a little bit, anyway. I think he's worried."

She nodded. "Okay. I can, um - well, I can keep Ned company for a bit." She'd offer Alec, but she doubted he would find her company thrilling. Besides, he'd probably get suspicious.

Peter can't help but feel a little relieved at the offer. He's still not sure how or when he's going to tell him or anyone esle.

"Thank you," he says appreciatively. "And uh... can you talk to Maria for me?" That's what he was going to ask about earlier, before the weird shock thing. "I'm pretty sure she hates me."

She offered him a little smile. "She doesn't hate you. She's just... Maria. She's a talker and a yeller. It's sort of her way of communicating... But I'll talk to her."

"Thank you."

It feels like Peter's saying that a lot lately. That and I'm sorry.

"I'll let you know when I've told everybody else." Peter rubs the side of his nose. "I don't know if I should say anything to Annie."

Liz didn't know the answer to that either. She thought about the little girl for a moment. "Do you think she would be hurt you didn't tell her? Or would she be more hurt if she found out... Um, about what happens?"

"I don't know," Peter says quietly. "I don't know if she should know, but I think if she finds out later..."

It's going to be a disaster.

Liz nodded. Annie could be very mature for her age in some ways and she'd probably understand what it meant if he didn't tell her.

"I think... Maybe, if you decide to tell her. Spend more time together first where you're, um... Less distracted?" Meaning he left his baggage at the door, so to speak. "So she knows you're still here and you haven't, um... Haven't given up, you know?"

"Yeah," Peter says, his voice barely above a murmur. "I'm just not going to worry about it right now." He's not sure he'd have room to worry about it anyway.

She watched him for a moment, eyes roaming over him, taking in his posture and his facial expression. Her heart felt broken - she had never seen him look this way.

"Peter?" Liz paused. She then brought his hand up to her lips and she pressed a soft kiss onto the back of his hand - she might not be able to kiss him on the lips, but Liz still wanted to express how she felt somehow to him that spoke louder than words.

"I'll, um... I'll go and help... with Ned." Like she said she would. Liz got the feeling that Peter still didn't really want to talk to much about it and that speaking to her was hard at the moment. She didn't quite blame him.

"You should rest... spend time with Mr. Stark, okay?"

"Thanks," Peter says, for what feels like the hundredth time today. "Thank you, Liz."

Peter wraps his arms around Liz and sets his face against her shoulder. A long moment passes before he finally lets go.

"I'll message you later, okay?"

Liz nodded, offering him a small smile. "I love you, you know." Her smile warmed a little as she took a step backwards. Her eyes lingered for another moment and then she turned and headed down the hall feeling as if she were carrying a very heavy backpack on her shoulders.

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