A/N : so here's part 3! If you're new to the story I'd suggest reading the first 2. I'm in the middle of part 4 but I've been a little distracted by other ideas - mostly Macguyver and Kingsman so keep an eye out for those!

Thank you for reading and if you have any feedback please let me know.

I hope you enjoy!

——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————For as long as she could remember Chrissie hated storms. She couldn't say why or what even started it but it was like she could feel the change in the air, that her body was telling her something was coming and it immediately put her on edge. For years her Mum had searched for solutions sinking hundreds (sometimes thousands) into treatments and techniques which had done absolutely nothing to resolve the situation.

The only thing that worked - that ever worked - was being around Peter.

As she got older and they began to settle in to a routine (junk food, disney movies and cuddles) she began to love storms as much as she hated them. Spending more time with her best friend in the world was always great. Most of the time she barely even noticed the storm outside when he was with her.

But then Chrissie realised she didn't pay much attention to anything unless Peter was involved.

That had never really bothered her before but now for the first time in her life - she wished things were different.

It was this thought which plagued her as she slowly opened her eyes, only a handful of hours after she had closed them, and stared dispondently at the ceiling above.

Like usual following a storm Peter had slept like the dead while she was up at dawn, head fuzzy due to lack of sleep but at the same time feeling strangely content.

She'd always felt that way after a storm, like the wind had swept away the cobwebs in her brain and made her see clearly again - sometimes she even thought it was worth the anxiety she had to go through the night before.

Today though that clarity only brought her further concern.

Last night as she listened to Peter pouring his heart out while the rain poured outside she'd thought nothing of forgiving the person who had always been there to support her - to protect her from the storm.

Now the torrential rain had been downgraded to a light drizzle she couldn't help but feel angry at the boy currently sleeping beside her.

A lot of that anger she knew was irrational and was borne from irritation - mostly at herself.

She had been so angry at Peter, so hurt by his actions but one whiff of a storm and she'd forgiven him just so she wouldn't have to be alone. Chrissie also blamed him for taking advantage of the situation - but only ever so slightly.

After all she had been the one to open the door and let him in knowing that if she did she would automatically forgive him no matter how angry she was.

Peter had known that too she was sure of it. That was what she found so irritating but at the end of the day he'd been there for her in a way that no one else could. Despite the fact that he probably thought she hated his guts he'd gone out of his way to be there for her, to apologise and keep apologising until she would forgive him.

He'd even gone all the way to see Mr Stark in the rain and was fully committed to spending the night on the bathroom floor just to make it up to her.

How could she stay angry at him after he did that?!

Especially when he explained that he was only keeping secrets in order to keep her safe, to protect her from the burden that he had clearly been suffering from since joining Stark industries.

One look in his eyes she could tell he was 100% sorry for the way he had behaved and she had never felt so relieved - or so irritated!

God why couldn't she just stay angry at him! Just for a little while! She always forgave him for everything so quickly, forsaking everything and everyone in order to make him happy - even at the risk of her own happiness, her own sanity. Why did she always give in?!

Chrissie let out a loud groan of frustration as she rubbed her hands over her face, the sound caused Peter to shift a little in his sleep and she held her breath, hoping that he wouldn't wake up and ask her what was going on.

She'd seen it on his face last night, he had been so upset to know that his actions had damaged their friendship. The relief in his eyes when she told him she forgave him was just staggering. It would break his heart she was sure if he woke up this morning and saw she was having doubts - seeing as it was breaking her own to realise that maybe she couldn't be as quick to forgive Peter as she thought.

Chrissie stayed still for a couple of minutes, barely breathing as she waited for Peter to settle back down, listening out for the soft snores indicating that he'd fallen back to sleep before cautiously throwing back the duvet and sliding out of the bed. As quietly as she could, she grabbed some clothes and her bag then hurried in to the bathroom all the while praying silently that neither Peter or Lottie would wake up and realise that she was trying to leave.

She just needed a little space that was all - some time to think without being around Peter, to put her head straight about what to do next.

She wanted to forgive him, of course she wanted to forgive him but she wanted to be certain that she was doing it because it was the right thing to do and not because she was grateful that in her moment of need her best friend finally pulled his head out of his ass long enough to realise that she needed him.

No - if she was going to forgive him it was because it was the right thing to do not because she was feeling vulnerable and wanted her best friend to comfort her so badly.

She had made Peter promise the night before that he wouldn't just go back to treating her like shit after this weekend was over - she needed to be certain before she held him to that promise that she was truely able to forgive him or they were both doomed from the start.

With a sense of urgency unparrelled for that time of the morning Chrissie quickly got changed and scribbled a note for Aunt May which she left on the kitchen table letting the older woman know that she'd gone out to clear her head and asking her to look after Lottie. She felt a little pang of guilt knowing that Aunt May would probably be concerned for her, especially as she hadn't said in her note exactly where she was going, but the need to get out of the apartment and away from Peter outweighed any guilt she had towards the situation.

Grabbing her umbrella from the hallway stand she slowly opened the door and in her haste to leave the apartment didn't see Peter watching silently from the hallway.

So what did you think? Hopefully you enjoyed it. Next chapter next week!