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Peter grasps my hand as the plane takes off. We’re sitting together on our flight to Venice, both of us ready for a vacation after the past year.
I sigh, thinking about everything that has happened. It’s still difficult for me to believe that my dad’s gone. I still expect him to text me whenever I’m out with Peter, or to be at the breakfast table to greet me in the mornings. I still expect to hear him call me Starkette.
But he’s gone.
Along with Steve and Nat. And Wanda might as well be lost too. She’s gone completely MIA since the funeral.
Every single Avenger I was close to is dead.
I feel Peter squeeze my hand, and I squeeze back. I don’t know what I’d have done without him. He’s kept me sane these past few months, even while he was struggling with his own demons. I know he misses my dad almost as much as I do.
Pepper and Morgan too. My little sister is the only good thing that came from all this. Even the thought of her brings a smile to my face. She’s so sweet, and she adapted to having me in the house really quickly. Pepper had to pry her away from me so that I could go on this trip and I already miss her so much.
She loves Peter too and calls him her brother sometimes. The first time she did it, Peter’s eyes welled up with tears and he gave her a tight hug.
Peter’s voice snaps me back to reality.
“What are you thinking about?”
I sigh. “Just everything that’s happened.”
“I miss him too,” he rubs soothing circles on the back of my palm. “We should watch the Star Wars movies!”
“That sounds familiar,” I say, thinking back to the beginning of our relationship.
After we finally stopped acting like idiots and got together, Peter had been such a safe space for me during all the craziness of my life. He was my biggest cheerleader when Stark Defence flew off the shelves and taught me everything I needed to know about being a friendly neighborhood superhero.
Peter and I have been working together as Nymph and Spider-Man ever since.
I shake myself out of my daydreams and turn around to see MJ sitting with her girlfriend, and Ned with Betty Brant. I give Ned a thumbs up and I silently hope that he talks to her. It’s been getting really awkward when everyone hangs out and Ned is the fifth wheel.
Ned rolls his eyes and Peter wraps his arm around me and pulls me close. I lean my head against his shoulder and he kisses my hair.
As we listen to the opening theme of A New Hope and I cuddle closer to my boyfriend, I realize that as much as my life has gone to shit this past year, as much as everything has changed, and how we’ll have to face more trials as life goes on, I’ll survive.
As long as Peter is by my side, everything will be okay.