[Peter]

I looked down, trying not to start sobbing when the glovebox caught my eye 'what could be kept in there..' I wondered

I opened it, my hand searching for anything interesting. I felt something that made my eyes widen as I pulled it out. A gun. I tossed it back in quickly and looked for something else

The entire thing was filled with small cards, mostly blue or white, held together by rubber bands. I picked one stack up and snapped the elastic off before throwing it onto the dashboard

I read through some, rolling my eyes after nearly every sentence "Cocky bastard.." I mumbled, dumping them back in and slamming it shut

'He was my cocky bastard for a while..'
'Was he ever mine? Like really?'
He sure said he was, but.. was Tony Stark ever honest to me about how he felt?

I mean he wouldn't have went through the pains of finding me and rescuing me otherwise, right?
Or.. he just happened to find my signal and thought it would be convenient to have me back?

No.. I refuse to think like that. I had just lost the one man that made me feel special. Even if it was a complete lie I would still tell myself he felt somewhat the same..

Besides. He told me he'd come for me. That I needed to hang on. Because he was coming to find me. Tony was looking.. I hope he was looking..

'Peter Parker why are you doubting now what you knew a mere days ago?'

I leaned over the driver's seat and pressed the trunk release button before slipping out of the car again.
An eyebrow rose at what I found inside

A small white wooden box with a blue bow on it. A gift? In Tony's former Corvette? I picked it up and looked for a card. And there it was. A small white card with small Golden writing

'Hope you like it, Angel
                    -TS'

I huffed, a smile on my face that I couldn't force down. I placed it under my arm and closed the trunk
I then hurried up the stairs to the apartment, cursing the broken elevator under my breath

I unlocked the door, nearly dropping my keys twice and stumbled in. I ignored Sean's warm welcome backs and Ned's confused look as I immediately walked into Ned and I's room and shut the door

I locked it and hurried over to the bed, placing the box and hopped onto the mattress next to it.
Before I could open it, Sean knocked on the door, a concerned 'Peter?' muffled by the door made me feel a little guilty

"Yes?" I called back. I heard his loud sigh and could feel him rolling his eyes
"Peter, at least open the door"

"I can't.. I'm busy.."
"I know what you found, I— I'm just not sure you're ready for that yet, sweetheart"
I looked back to the box with furrowed brows

"Sean.. I know what I'm doing."
".. if you're sure. Your food is in the microwave" he said before he left, his footsteps traveling further and further away from the door

I felt incredibly guilty for making them worry about me. Making them constantly have to ask me if I'm okay or if I needed anything.

I hated being the one who needed to be asked.. the one who needed a shoulder to cry on. I was that shoulder. I always was and now..

All because of some crime lord who walked into the club that night that decided I looked interesting.
Or.. a crime lord who saw a college student in a cafe, thought them interesting and stalked them to a club..?