Author's Note: I kind of thought I'd have this chapter done by Saturday but I actually didn't start writing it until Saturday. It's just one of those chapters that's so exciting to write that it's a little hard to start writing. I don't know if that makes any sense. So, I'm just going to say that you guys are hopefully going to love me after this chapter because it's what you've all been waiting for. I'm super happy for you guys to finally read this. I know I made you wait so long but it definitely felt needed.
glagla60800: I'm not sure if I'll do that but thank you for the input. I just feel like people wouldn't be cool with their kids going to school with the Viper Assassin. It'd be kind of like in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban when everyone found out Professor Lupin was a werewolf and didn't want their kids going to Hogwarts if he was a teacher there. I might definitely take you up on that Black Widow move against Flash someday though. That could be really story is actually going to have a version of infinity wars eventually but I might make changes to make it fit in with what happens in Part III more.
OgFrosty: Thank you! You're so nice!
Radioactive88: Emma really likes playing games with people so as much as hates Betty she's really going to enjoy messing with her. It's why I think Emma would get along with Loki really well. I kind of hope that I can write Loki into the story eventually because I feel like they'd get along really well and might even be friends. In a morbid way Emma kind of admires him. I feel like it would also be interesting to write because I could totally see Peter being jealous of Loki.
Just Lindsey: I'm so happy you brought up Neopets because it totally took me back. When I was a kid I used to collect them and I must've collected like almost one hundred and fifty of them. I had the account and the trading cards and everything. I hadn't thought about Neopets in forever until you mentioned your neopets account.
Anna: All I'm going to say about that is that it'll probably happen within the next five or so chapters. Emma's almost to the point of telling someone.
Mcduffie145: Trust me if I could've made Emma and Peter get together sooner then I would've made that happen. However, Emma was never just going to jump into a relationship. She's super stubborn.
Helenabelle2: I've finally made a decision on who to kill Rumlow after having a long debate with a friend. I'm not going to say who until the time comes so I'll just let you read it when it happens. I know I can't please everyone so I hope everyone keeps that in mind.
Doom13: Thank you! I'm not a slow burn person either but with a character like Emma it kind of had to be a slow burn. There's just no other way to do a story like this.
Spawn Hades: I just wanted to say that Emma's not perfect. She has major flaws. She's very jealous and will at times be somewhat possessive over Peter and she's also selfish. I think it's really fun to write a female character who's jealous and kind of owns up to being jealous.
Sorry for not answering all the reviews but I'm really excited to just get this chapter out to you guys. Thanks for all reviews!
It was a quiet Wednesday afternoon during forth period when a loud scream erupted from outside the classroom. At first all the students in Mr. Harington's fourth period history class only barely looked up from their history books to give each other bewildered and mystified looks. The only student that remained focused on their studies seemed to be Emma Rogers who seemed quite unbothered by the loud and random scream. It was almost as if she hadn't heard anything at all.
A few seconds later another scream rang out through the hallways followed by a series of loud sobs which caused Mr. Harington to get up from his desk in concern. All the students murmured amongst each other as they tried to figure out what was going on. Mr. Harington soon exited the classroom to see what was going on and told everyone to stay seated but of course no one did as they were told. They followed Mr. Harington out to the hallway more with curiosity than concern because teenagers could really be morbid when they wanted to be.
"Aren't you coming?" Ned asked the blonde who was still sitting at her desk. Peter had been one of the first to leave the classroom after Mr. Harington but he was perhaps the only one who was honestly concerned. Emma wouldn't put it past him to try and save whoever was screaming. Emma lazily glanced up from her book to look at Ned.
"Why?" She asked him and Ned looked at her as if it were obvious.
"Because there's someone crying for help out there and maybe you and Peter could help." Ned suggested and Emma just stared at him before finally rolling her eyes while getting up from her seat.
"Fine. Whatever." Emma mumbled as she followed Ned out of the classroom. Truthfully she knew exactly what was going on and she wasn't very concerned to help the person in trouble. They stepped out into the hall and heard the continuing sobs as a great majority of students stood circled around the lockers. Ned watched in confusion as Emma just tilted her head to the side curiously.
"Someone's locked inside one of the lockers." Emma heard Sally say from in front of them. Ned turned to look at Emma with wide eyes.
"Oh my god, Emma! Did you heard that? Someone's locked inside the locker!" Ned exclaimed in shock and Emma scoffed.
"I'm not deaf, Ned." She snapped in an annoyed tone. Emma was just surprised that Ned was even speaking to her at all. She was pretty sure he was trying to stay loyal to Peter and not have it end up like last time when Ned violated whatever stupid guy code there was and took her to the school dance.
Emma watched curiously as the teachers rushed around, trying to figure out how to get the person out. She saw Peter standing towards the front of the crowd, looking very much like he wanted to save the day. Emma could roll her eyes. How absolutely chivalrous of him. Luckily, Peter seemed to be smart enough to know not to show off his powers in public. It seemed like the thought of the entire school knowing who he really was, suppressed any urges to be the hero in this situation. Emma was glad he was finally thinking after all this time.
"Harington, grab the fire extinguisher!" Emma heard Coach Wilson call out before the nervous looking man went scrambling for the fire extinguisher. The older man almost tripped over his feet as he went back to Coach Wilson. The gym teacher glared at the man before snatching the fire extinguisher out of his hands.
"Guess I have to do everything around here." Coach Wilson muttered before he started hitting the lock with the fire extinguisher. Emma watched boredly as it must've taken about five minutes for him to break the lock. The person inside the locker kept crying and Emma wanted to roll her eyes at how pathetic the person sounded. It was just a locker. Hydra would lock her inside a dark room with no windows for a week but you never saw her crying about it.
The lock finally broke free and Coach Wilson hurriedly open the locker door, causing the person to stumble out and fall to the ground. Much to everyone's surprise it was Betty Brant who was on the floor, her eyes wildly searching the room. Betty gasped as she spotted something and immediately starting scooting away. A couple of girls screamed once they saw what caused Betty to move away. About three or four snakes came slithering out of the locker and even Mr. Harington let out a surprised yelp, practically clinging to Coach Wilson's side. Coach Wilson gave the man an annoyed look before shoving him away, giving the snakes a bewildered look, before moving over to Betty.
"Are you alright, Brant?" Coach Wilson asked her softly. Betty's eyes were glued to the snakes but she managed to nod slowly.
"Okay, can you tell me who did this to you?" Coach Wilson continued to ask and Betty's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"I-I don't k-know. T-they snuck u-up b-behind m-me…it w-was s-so dark." Betty said as she stuttered, her eyes remaining glued to the snakes. Coach Wilson sighed.
"Can someone get those snakes out of here?" Coach Wilson demanded. Emma hid her smirk as she stepped out of the crowd, an innocent look on her face.
"I can help, Coach Wilson. I'm not afraid of snakes." Emma said and everyone looked at the blonde in surprise. It was no secret that Emma Lewis was a very quiet and reserved person but most of them figured it was because she was shy. Those that knew her actually seemed to know better than that however.
"I can help too." Michelle volunteered after giving Emma a slightly suspicious look. People almost gasped at that too because Michelle was quiet like Emma. Both girls were never very outspoken and they surely never volunteered for things.
"You've both handled snakes before?" Coach Wilson asked and Emma just smiled politely at him.
"Yes." Emma and Michelle replied in unison. He nodded to himself.
"Good. Take them down to Larson's classroom. Maybe a biology teacher will know what to do with them until further notice." Coach Wilson told Emma and Michelle. Emma only nodded before carefully picking up two snakes while Michelle picked up the other two. Emma smiled at the two snakes she was holding up before looking back at Betty.
"See, Betty…there's nothing to be afraid of. They're harmless." Emma told the small girl who was still a hysterical mess on the floor. Most people might've thought Emma was only trying to comfort Betty but Betty could see that the look in her eyes was definitely not kind. There was something menacing about her. Something seemed to click for Betty as she continued to stare up at the taller blonde.
It was Emma.
Emma just gave Betty one last smile before she started heading off to Mr. Larson's biology classroom, Michelle following her lead. Everyone looked away from the two girls as they focused once again on Betty, curious as to how Betty ended up in that locker. However, the only person who wasn't staring at Betty was Peter. Peter who was staring at Emma Rogers' back, her long blonde hair swishing back and forth as she walked off with the snakes. His eyes narrowed suspiciously as he continued to assess her odd behavior. He knew her very well so he also knew that Emma was somehow involved in this. No, she was very involved in this.
"I can't say it's a pleasure see you again in my office, Miss Lewis." Principal Morita said with a dull look on his face. Emma and Darcy sat in front of the principal's desk while Betty and Betty's parents sat off to the side of the office. Emma had been called into the principal's at the beginning of fifth period before she even had a chance to change into her clothes for gym. They had even called Darcy down to the school which told Emma that Betty was probably sure she was the one who did it. Good. Everything was going according to plan then. Now it was time for Emma's performance.
"Well, that depends…I don't exactly know why I'm here." Emma said, playing dumb as she looked around at everyone with a mystified look on her face. Principal Morita gave the blonde a serious look.
"You seriously don't know? Miss Brant over here claims that you're the one who shoved her inside the locker." Emma's eyes widened in surprised.
"What?" She then gave Betty a shocked look and the small blonde seemed to shrink back into herself, fearful of Emma. "No. No that's…that's crazy. You can't think that I did something like that. No way."
"Miss Brant says that she believes that it was you because she described an encounter the two of you shared in the bathroom the day before…a fight over a boy." Principal Morita told her solemnly and Emma immediately shook her head, giving him a look of disbelief.
"That? That was nothing." Emma told him while Darcy watched the blonde curiously. She had been told on the phone what Emma had been accused of and Darcy wouldn't put it past Emma to do something like this but none of it was right. The Emma she knew wouldn't get caught. This made Darcy wonder what was going on with Emma these days. "I mean, Betty seemed a little…aggravated, I guess you could say, but I wasn't offended. I wasn't even mad. It was just some petty cat fight in the girl's bathroom that I took no part in."
"Look, Principal Morita, I don't participate in those kinds of fights. I believe this is a time where women need to stick together rather than fight over some boy." Emma told Principal Morita in an honest tone. "There's more important issues we have to deal with like the wage gap, sexual harassment, and gender equality. Some random high school boy is the least of my problems."
"Thank you for informing us about your politics, Miss Lewis." Principal Morita said in a bored tone and Emma smiled at him.
"You're welcome. I'm happy to enlighten everyone. These are important issues, after all." Emma told him and Darcy gave her a look of disbelief. She knew that Emma didn't give a shit about any of that stuff if it didn't impact the way Emma lived her life. All that bullshit Emma was spewing out was just stuff she probably heard Darcy rant about on occasion.
"So you're denying that you had anything to do with the locker or the snakes?" Principal Morita asked her and Emma frowned before shaking her head.
"Yes. I didn't do this." Emma then turned to look at Betty who gave her a somewhat frightened look. Emma just smiled at her, giving her look that was a cross between kind and apologetic. "I just can't believe you think I'd do something like that to you, Betty. I'm sorry if I ever gave you that impression. I truly am." Emma then turned back to look at Principal Morita with an innocent look on her face.
"Principal Morita, I know that I've been in trouble in the past but ditching decathlon Nationals and detention is one thing but violence…that's something else." Emma said, seemingly appalled by being accused of anything. "I'm not a violent person. I've never caused harm to another person in my life. I strongly consider myself to be a pacifist." Darcy tried to disguise her laughter as a cough and Principal Morita glared at the brunette woman.
"Is something funny, Miss Lewis?" He asked her and Darcy calmed herself down before shaking her head furiously. It had been a long time since she had been in the principal's office but something about Principal Morita's stern demeanor made her feel like a kid all over again.
"No. Of course not." Darcy said seriously and Principal Morita returned his attention back to Emma.
"No violence? Because I was made aware of a certain altercation between yourself and Mr. Thompson the other day." Principal Morita said and Emma raised an eyebrow.
"Who? Me and Flash?" She asked in disbelief. "Oh…the thing in the cafeteria. I completely forgot about that. Unfortunately, sometimes saying no doesn't actually mean no to a boy. Sometimes you have to be a little aggressive to get the message across. There's no hard feelings between us…I like Flash. We're on the decathlon team together."
"So you didn't shove him on purpose?" Principal Morita inquired and Emma shook her head.
"No, I was just turning him down. As much as I like Flash, there's a real sexual harassment problem at this school." Emma told him in an honest tone. "You might want to fix that. Boys need to understand that no means no."
"So you deny all of Betty's claims?" Principal Morita asked her once again and Emma sighed sadly.
"I'm afraid so. Look, I'd like to find out who did this to Betty as much as anyone. Betty's a good person…she totally didn't deserve that." Emma said, sounding very compelling in her sympathy for Betty. "What kind of person locks a girl in a locker with a bunch of snakes? That's sick…that's borderline psychopathic. Whoever did that needs to be punished for what they did. This just cannot go on. I'm just sorry that Betty had to go through all that. It's so terrible."
"Do you have anything to say to this, Miss Brant?" Principal Morita asked the small blonde. Betty looked very confused as she tried to come up with something to say. Emma fought the urge to smirk because this was going exactly how she wanted it to go. She had been so convincing that even Betty was starting to second guess her own accusation. Perfect.
"Um…I-I just thought…" Betty trailed off before looking down at the floor, seemingly ashamed of herself. "I'm sorry, Emma. I guess I just thought it might've been you. I can see now that I was wrong." Emma gave her a sympathetic look.
"That's okay, Betty. I understand." Emma told her before looking away from her and returning her attention to Principal Morita."You have to look at everyone in this kind of circumstance. I get it."
"Well, I'm just sorry for taking up all your time. You can head back to class." Principal Morita told them before glancing at Darcy more exclusively. "Sorry for making you come all the way down here, Miss Lewis."
"It's no problem." Darcy said politely. "I'm just glad that we've gotten this all cleared up." Darcy then gave Emma a pointed look, making it clear to the blonde that they'd talk about this once they got home. Emma didn't mind. She was sure Darcy would enjoy the story well enough. It was definitely an interesting story after all.
"Wait…Emma!" Betty called out as soon as Emma walked back out into the hallway. Darcy had already left and Betty's parents were still in the principal's office, discussing what happened to Betty. Emma observed the guilty look on the small blonde's face. It was interesting how the blonde appeared to be truly sorry for accusing Emma of the locker incident. Emma didn't know how someone could go from spoiled brat to apologetic brat. It was interesting to her.
"Look, I'm sorry for accusing you of those things. I just thought it might've been you since we sort of had that fight in the bathroom the other day." Betty said nervously as she apologized to her. "All that stuff about feminism that you were saying back there made sense too. I mean, was I really fighting with you over a guy? A guy that I don't think you even really like." A cold look then came over Emma's face, taking Betty completely by surprise.
"Do you honestly think I give a shit about feminism?" Emma asked coldly, her face void of all emotion. Betty gave the taller blonde a surprised look.
"Excuse me?" She questioned in disbelief but Emma ignored her question as she continued speaking.
"You saw what I did in there so you also know that there's nothing that I can't talk my way out of." Emma said as Betty watched her in shock. Betty shook her head, not understanding what was going on.
"What do you want?" Betty asked her.
"You know what I want." Emma sneered. "I've won your stupid game. Don't you dare ever assume that you can tell me what to do again. I'm not someone to mess with, Brant." Betty gulped because something in Emma's voice made Betty believe that Emma was a lot more capable of a locker filled with snakes. Betty even thought she might've been scared of Emma.
"Is this about Peter?" Betty asked in a quiet voice and Emma raised an eyebrow.
"What do you think?" Betty averted her eyes, too scared to actually look at her. If Emma was capable of stuffing her inside a locker filled with snakes and then getting away with it then what else was she capable of?
"T-that maybe P-Peter's not my t-type." Betty said in a shaky voice and Emma smiled at her, gently patting the small girl on the shoulder. Betty flinched at her touch.
"Good. I'm glad we're on the same page." Emma told her. "Now I think it's best if we head to sixth period. I think fifth period's almost over anyways." Betty nodded furiously as she continued to avoid Emma's cold gaze.
"O-Of course." Betty said meekly and Emma grinned at her.
"I'm glad we could have this talk, Betty. It was a pleasure." Emma said mockingly as Betty barely glanced at her before turning in the opposite direction. Excitement came over Emma as she watched the small blonde hurry down the hallway. She was elated because the feeling of winning was a feeling that Emma really cherished. It had been a while that Emma had this much fun and she honestly missed the feeling of knowing when someone was so scared of her that they'd do whatever she told them to. Now that was true power. Emma was just happy that this meant that Betty wouldn't be clinging to Peter's side any longer. No, she didn't think Betty would come anywhere near Peter again. That made Emma more happy than she could possibly explain.
"What's wrong with you?" Peter asked suddenly. Emma was walking to sixth period when Peter abruptly appeared next to her. She was still reeling from the enjoyment she felt when she saw the look of fear in that spoiled little brat's eyes. Nothing gave Emma more satisfaction…well, maybe the fact that Betty wouldn't be hanging around Peter anymore gave her some satisfaction too but Emma wasn't really focusing on her feelings for Peter at the moment. She thought about him enough as it was.
"What do you mean?" Emma asked, not even looking at Peter. Peter glared at the blonde before roughly pulling her aside to a more secluded corner of the hallway. Emma was amused and even a little attracted to Peter's more demanding and dominant side like she always was when he was like this. Her heart raced as she looked into the depths of his brown eyes which were hardened with anger.
"You know exactly what I mean." Peter hissed. "I know it was you who locked Betty inside the locker with all those snakes."
"Who? Me?" Emma questioned as she feigned a look of innocence. Peter continued to glare at her as his face reddened with anger. Emma wasn't going to lie. Peter was always really hot when he was angry.
"Can't you ever stop playing games, Emma?!" Peter asked furiously. "I know it was you so stop messing around. I just don't know why."
"I don't know what you're talking about, Parker." Emma replied stubbornly and Peter groaned in frustration. Why did she always act like this? She always drove him up the wall with her antics and Peter never knew what to do with himself in these situations with her. As angry as he was with her, he really just wanted to grab her and kiss her. Emma Rogers always seemed to give him that reaction. They were so close right now that Peter was sure that he could just lean down and press his lips against hers but he knew she'd probably punch him if he did that. Emma didn't like him that way after all.
"Damn it, Emma. Why do you do these things?!" Peter questioned, beyond tired of her puzzling actions. He then swallowed before he spoke in a lower tone of voice. "This isn't you. This isn't the Emma I fell in love with." Emma immediately glared at him.
"Don't put that on me. It's not my fault you're so stupid that you'd go and fall in love with me." Emma told him in an annoyed tone. "Wake up, Peter, because this is who I am. If you don't like that then you obviously didn't fall in love with the real me. You're in love with Liz Allan or Betty Brant but not me. I'm not a nice person and if you believe that I am then you're more stupid than I thought."
Peter gave her a hurt look. Her words were cold and cruel. He suddenly felt as if everything he told her meant nothing. She seemed so uncaring about his feelings that Peter kind of believed that maybe she didn't really care about him at all. Peter had practically poured his heart out to her on several occasions and she never said anything. She just stood there and watched him. Peter thought she could say literally anything to him even if she told him that she just liked him as a friend but she wouldn't even say that.
The cruelness of Emma's words didn't dawn on her until she saw the tears flood Peter's brown eyes. She felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach because she knew that she had hurt him. Emma had never really cared in the past whether or not she hurt someone but Peter was definitely the first person that she felt bothered about hurting. It was different than when she said something to hurt Steve. Steve always knew that she didn't really mean it so he didn't take her seriously. However, Peter was different. He didn't seem to know that Emma didn't mean it. Peter's sad looking eyes even broke Emma's heart a little and especially because she knew it was all her fault.
"We're going to be late for class." Peter mumbled as he looked away from her. Emma was at a loss for words as she tried to come up with something smart to say.
"Peter…" Emma trailed off. So definitely nothing smart. Peter just turned away from her and stormed down the hall. Emma watched him leave, an immense feeling of guilt coming over her because she knew she had hurt him. Emma had never meant to hurt him. She groaned in frustration as she ran a hand through her long blonde hair. God, why was she such an asshole sometimes?!
Emma spent the entirety of sixth period staring at Peter's back as she tried to think of some kind of way to make the whole situation better. By the time chemistry ended Emma still didn't have a clue as to how make things better. Peter was one of the first people to leave the classroom and he didn't even glance in her direction as he left. Not that Emma was really surprised. She really screwed up this time. Emma never had this hard of a time with figuring out how to take out her targets in Hydra but somehow when it came to this being in love thing…she was completely clueless. Emma was a little jealous of the way Peter wore his heart on his sleeve. It was so easy for him but Emma couldn't be like that.
She walked back home without even listening to her music. Emma knew that not even Haim's music, that was usually very comforting to Emma whenever she was sad, would be able to take her mind off Peter. She thought she'd feel a lot better after terrifying Betty and she had for a while but after her argument with Peter Emma suddenly didn't feel all that great. Now she even wished that she had never locked Betty in that stupid locker. It had been fun while she was planning the whole thing out and actually executing the plan now not so much. Only Peter could suck all the fun out of making bratty teenagers miserable.
Emma opened the door to the townhouse wordlessly as she tried to be trapped in her state of sadness. She barely noticed Darcy sitting on the couch in the living room when she walked in. The brunette woman gave the blonde a curious look, noticing that the teenager looked particularly more sad than from her earlier more jovial mode. Darcy honestly didn't know what was going on with Emma lately. She seemed to be doing better than fine since the whole thing with the Vulture went down but over the past couple weeks she had been acting stranger than usual. Emma was more quiet and more bitter.
"Where are you going?" Darcy asked the blonde as she began to move towards the staircase. Emma looked back at her with an unreadable look on her face. "I thought we were going to discuss that little performance back in the principal's office. Damn, Emma, I sure wish I had your gift of talking myself out of trouble. That would've gotten me out a suspension or two." Emma just stared at Darcy and the brunette woman was starting to feel uncomfortable…almost as if she was missing something.
"I don't want to talk about it." Emma said coldly but Darcy wasn't put off by her tone. She was more than used to Emma's erratic behavior. Darcy had known this girl for almost three years by now and she certainly wasn't intimidated by her anymore. Badass assassin or not, this girl was still like a little sister to her.
"Listen, Emma, I know I tease you a lot but I'm not Tony. I'm not going to mock you if you want to talk about high school problems." Darcy told her sincerely, sounding serious for the first time in a while. "You can talk to me. I'd like to think that we're friends so why don't you come over here and tell me what happened."
Darcy patted the seat next to her and Emma tried to decide if she wanted to talk. She trusted Darcy and knew that she thought of the crazy brunette woman as a friend but Emma didn't know if she was ready to talk about this with someone who wasn't Steve. Well, it seemed like Steve wasn't here anyways and he wasn't likely to come back anytime soon. Emma didn't really have anything to lose at this point so she went over to the living room and sat on the couch, looking very troubled. It was a long moment before Emma spoke but Darcy was ready for whatever Emma had to tell her.
"I was the one who locked her in the locker." Emma said quietly and Darcy scoffed.
"Yeah, no shit. I pretty much figured that out back in the principal's office." Darcy replied. "I mean, I know you probably did it for a good reason. That Tracy Flick looking girl looked like one of those snobby bitches that went to my high school so I know she probably pissed you off. The snakes were a nice touch by the way." Emma shook her head.
"That's not why I did it." Emma told her. "I mean, to be fair she really pissed me off but that's not why I did that to her." Darcy gave her a confused look.
"So why did you do it? Come on, Em, you're acting really weird." Darcy said to her and Emma locked eyes with the brunette.
"I was jealous." Emma admitted, looking a little embarrassed to even admit it. Darcy just shook her head.
"Jealous? Why would you be jealous of her? If this is about teenage insecurities then you have nothing to worry about, Emma. Most girls would kill for legs like yours." Darcy told her and Emma gave her a look of disbelief, suddenly a little annoyed that Darcy actually thought she cared about that kind of stuff.
"I don't give a shit about that." Emma said in an annoyed tone of voice before controlling her anger and calming herself down. She sighed tiredly, reverting to how embarrassed she had looked before. "Peter was spending all his time with her. He's been ignoring me lately."
"Okay…" Darcy trailed off, trying to understand the situation. So Emma was jealous that Peter was spending all his time with another girl. That wasn't very odd considering everyone knew that Emma Rogers clearly had a thing for Peter Parker and probably vice versa too. "So why has he been ignoring you then? Why would he do that?" Emma almost didn't want to tell Darcy the real reason why but she desperately needed help. She needed to know how to make the situation better…how to make Peter forgive her so that they could be friends again.
"He told me he loves me." Emma finally confessed and Darcy was a little surprised to hear that. Well, not completely surprised. That kid practically stared at Emma all the time and he always had that goofy smile on his face whenever Emma said something blunt and sarcastic. Emma said the most terrifying things sometimes so the kid probably had to be in love with her in order not to run in the opposite direction. Still...this was all happening a lot sooner than she had imagined.
"Oh…well, that's interesting." Darcy said as she tried to come up with something to say. "Well, the thing to do, Em, is just to tell him to give you some time. Okay? I'm sure he'll understand why. I know you like him but these things can be tricky-"
"I love him too." Emma said abruptly as she interrupted Darcy. Darcy's eyes widened because she was really shocked now.
"Wait…what?" Darcy asked in surprise and Emma swallowed nervously as started to explain herself.
"I love him, Darcy. Don't ask me how or why but I just do." Emma told her as she avoided her gaze. "I've felt this way for about two months now. I didn't think I could fall in love but I can, I guess. Maybe Steve was more right about me than I thought. He said that you knew when you knew and I just…well, I know that I love Peter. I haven't known him that long but it doesn't feel that way." Darcy just stared at the blonde in astonishment. She didn't know whether or not to feel surprised or happy. Maybe a bit of both. This was really amazing. Darcy couldn't help it as a huge grin came over her face.
"Well, congratulations, Em. This is good news." Darcy told her before looking confused again. "I still don't get why Peter's ignoring you though." Emma ran a hand over her face as she started looking very troubled.
"It's because I didn't tell him that I loved him too." Emma said, her blue eyes suddenly flooding with unshed tears. Darcy felt a little bit frightened at the sight of Emma becoming emotional over a boy. Mostly because she looked like a normal teenage girl with boy problems. "He told me and I just froze. We haven't really been speaking since. He said that he wanted time apart and that he couldn't be around me then he started spending all this time with Betty. She was all over him and I just…I don't know, I just lost it. I locked her in the locker so she'd get the message but Peter knew it was me. He confronted me about it and I said some really terrible things to him. I really hurt him, Darcy."
Emma was breathing heavily from her long rant, looking very unsure of what to do so Darcy did the one thing she could do to comfort her. She leaned in and hugged the emotional looking blonde. Emma stiffened at first but relaxed as the brunette hugged her. It was a nice hug but in all honestly she preferred Peter's hugs. He'd hold her and suddenly her spirits would be lifted. Darcy finally pulled back from the blonde to look at Emma.
"Emma, it's fine. Just calm down." Darcy told her comfortingly and Emma shook her head.
"It's not fine. I really messed up and he probably thinks I'm this sadistic, evil person." Emma said as she wiped a fallen tear from her face. "I'm the villain of my own story, aren't I?"
"No, you're not. Look, when I was your age there was this boy I really liked. Brandon Greene." Darcy told her. "Anyways, this girl…Sadie Moore…kissed him so at a sleepover I cut a chunk of her hair off. We all do crazy things, especially when we're teenagers, so it doesn't make you a bad person. Believe me, if I had the ability to shove Sadie Moore into a locker filled with snakes and get away with it…I would've done it."
"Well, Peter seems to think she's Little Miss Perfect. Betty Brant can do no wrong apparently." Emma said bitterly and Darcy gave her a suspicious look.
"Wait…why is Betty Brant even an issue?" Darcy asked her curiously. "Why haven't you told Peter you love him? Why aren't you two making out under the bleachers by now?" Emma stared down at the ground, sadness coming over her.
"He deserves me better than me. If I tell him how I feel then he'll want a relationship and eventually he'll realize that I have too much baggage. He'll leave me and then we won't be friends anymore." Emma said honestly and instead of Darcy having a sympathetic reaction, the brunette rolled her eyes and scoffed.
"Are you honestly still going on about that shit." Darcy said in disbelief. "This whole self-loathing, brooding bullshit act is getting a little old, Emma." Emma gave her a confused look.
"What?" Darcy just shook her head at her.
"Obviously Peter knows that you have a past and despite that he's still fallen in love with you. I'm a little surprised myself because you're the most stubborn, distrusting, cynical, and manipulative human being that I know." Darcy said before continuing, the expression on her face softening. "That being said I know you've had a hard life. That's why you're like this but I know there's a different side to you as well. You don't show it to the rest of us but you show it to him and that's why he's fallen in love with you."
Darcy felt a little overcome with emotion which wasn't usual for her. She usually avoided being serious and having heart to heart conversations with people. A lot of people didn't know this about her but her childhood growing up was immensely tough. Her sense of humor had always been a defense mechanism. However, Darcy knew that she needed to have this kind of conversation with Emma. Emma needed to hear this.
"You deserve to be happy, Emma. You deserve that more than anyone." Darcy told her. "Steve would want that." It was then that Darcy saw the crestfallen expression on Emma's face. She suddenly understood Emma a little better. "You feel guilty, don't you?"
"I should be out there looking for him and my father." Emma admitted quietly. "I shouldn't be here falling in love with some boy." Darcy just shook her head at the teenage girl.
"Emma, don't you get it? This is exactly what Steve wanted…it's what he's always wanted." Darcy told her, trying to get Emma to see the bigger picture. "He never wanted you to go looking for him. He just wanted you stay here and have a normal life. This is you living that normal life." Emma didn't answer her but Darcy knew that she understood what she was telling her. Darcy took a deep breath before she told Emma what else she had to say.
"You're going to over to that boy's apartment right now and tell him how you feel." Darcy said in a tone that was more authoritative than it had ever been before. Emma looked up at her in surprise.
"What?" She asked, not sure she had heard the woman right.
"That's right. You heard me." Darcy said stubbornly. "Go over there right now and tell him how you feel." Emma furiously shook her head.
"No, I can't do that." Emma said and Darcy crossed her arms.
"Well, fine then. I guess you're just a coward." Emma immediately glared at the brunette woman, a furious look on her face.
"I am not a coward." Emma snarled but Darcy didn't look frightened.
"Yes, you are. You're supposedly this big, bad assassin yet you can't even tell a boy how you feel about him? It's kind of pathetic, Emma." Darcy told her unblinkingly and Emma realized that she was right. It was kind of pathetic. "No, you go over there right now."
"I can't go over there now. I don't even know what to say…I just need to think about this." Emma said as she started stressing out over the situation and Darcy furiously shook her head.
"No. No more thinking." Darcy told her sternly. "Thinking is what got you into this mess in the first place. Okay? What's your so called thinking actually gotten you? All that it's done is made both you and Peter miserable. No good has come from you thinking about this."
"It's more complicated than that." Emma defended but Darcy just scoffed.
"No, it's not. This is so stupid and it makes absolutely no sense." Darcy told her honestly. "You both love each other but you can't be together? This is bullshit. And then you don't want to be in a relationship with Peter but at the same time you don't want him to be with anyone else? Come on, Emma. Get over yourself."
"What if he doesn't feel the same anymore? What if he hates me? I really hurt him." Emma whispered and Darcy just stared at her in disbelief.
"For someone who claims to hate kids your own age you sure act melodramatic like them." Darcy said before sighing as she continued. "I know it's scary to be vulnerable like that but you'll only be hurting yourself by not saying anything. Not just yourself either but you'll also be hurting Peter."
"I don't know." Emma murmured and Darcy rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe how stubborn this girl was. Emma was impossible. Sometimes Darcy thought Steve was some sort of angel for putting up with this girl's shit for so long. Emma had a way of testing a person's patience.
"Emma Margaret Rogers," Darcy suddenly said sternly as she glared at the blonde who only looked at her in surprise. "You're going to tell that boy you love him or I swear to God that I'll tell everyone you know that you fell in love. Tony's going to have a field day with this news." Emma gave her a horrified look.
"You can't do that! No one will ever take me seriously again." Emma told her and Darcy just smirked as she shrugged her shoulders.
"Tough shit because if you don't go over there and tell that boy you love him then everyone will know that the Viper Assassin fell in love. It's kind of funny actually." Darcy taunted and Emma glared at her, clenching her jaw.
"Fine. I'll go to tell him. You're really annoying, you know that?" Emma sneered but Darcy just grinned at her.
"Atta girl! Now go over there and pour your heart out to Romeo." Darcy said teasingly. "And when you come back you two have better already of kissed and made up. I don't want to hear anymore whining about how Peter's hanging out with some other girl." Emma just nodded, pouting before she started walking towards the front door. Darcy decided to call after the teenager one last time.
"Emma?" Darcy said to her and Emma turned back around with a questioning look on her face. "Steve would be proud of you." Emma didn't really say anything as she looked at the brunette woman. She just gave her a small smile before nodding and walking out the door. The sentiment was understood. Now it just seemed like Emma was going to finally tell Peter about how she felt. She didn't think she had been more scared in her life.
Emma wasn't sure how long she had waited in Peter's bedroom for him to return to the apartment. She assumed that he was probably doing some crime fighting before coming home and tending to his homework. Emma kind of missed when they'd work together as the Viper Assassin and Spider-Man. They hadn't teamed up together in over two weeks. Emma had gone out a couple nights a week but it just wasn't the same without Peter. Somehow kicking some local idiot's ass wasn't as fun without Peter watching. She missed hearing Peter practically beg her not to kill the guy. Good times.
Emma didn't like just sitting in Peter's room waiting. Time seemed to go by slow and she was practically having a panic attack. She knew Darcy was right about her telling Peter the truth because it wasn't fair to Peter for her to let him think that she didn't reciprocate his feelings. He deserved to know the truth. Emma was just terrified at the aspect of actually telling him. Mostly because she was afraid that he hated her after what she said to him earlier. Emma always had a way of self sabotage and saying those things to Peter didn't help.
Emma was brought out of her thoughts when Peter's bedroom door opened, revealing the very person she had been hoping and dreading to see. She had kind of been secretly hoping that Peter wouldn't show up so she would at least have an excuse for Darcy about why she hadn't told him. Unfortunately, luck was never truly on her side. Peter walked into his bedroom, seemingly without a care in the world but flinched when he saw Emma sitting there on the edge of the bed. When he realized that it was just her he calmed himself down before glaring at her.
"God, why do you always have to do that?! I could've had a heart attack, you know." Peter told her, momentarily forgetting that he was angry with her. Emma slowly stood up from his bed and Peter was confused by the strange look on her face. It was seldom that Emma displayed any true genuine emotions other than boredom but it was even more rare for her to show such an assortment of emotions on her face. Peter couldn't even distinguish what emotions he was seeing.
"Peter." Emma said softly and Peter narrowed his eyes at her. He didn't care if she was looking at him with those sad blue eyes. He was still mad at her and he wasn't going to fall for it like he normally did.
"What do you want, Emma? In case you haven't noticed I don't really feel like seeing you right now." Peter said bitterly and Emma frowned. She wasn't really surprised at his reaction to seeing her. Emma knew that Peter was really pissed off at her.
"I just want to talk, Peter." Emma told him but Peter just childishly looked away from her.
"I think you said everything you needed to say." Peter remarked and a guilty look came over Emma's face.
"I didn't mean any of it." Emma said and Peter scoffed, shaking his head.
"Well, you never mean it, do you?" Peter threw back at her and Emma flinched.
"I don't know why I said it, Peter. You can ask me why I say or do half the things I do and I won't ever have an answer for you." Emma told him and Peter just stared at her.
"If that's all you have to say then you can just leave." Peter said quietly, not quite looking at her. "I know that you don't feel the same way about me and that's fine but I would've just appreciated it if you would've said something instead of just pretending it never happened. Do you know what that feels like, Emma? For the person you're in love with to not even acknowledge your feelings?"
Emma stared at him sadly because she hadn't realized she had been hurting him this badly for not saying anything. This wasn't what Emma wanted. She'd do anything to wipe that sad look off his face. It's why Emma didn't even hesitate as she stepped forward, resting a hand on the back of his neck and pulling his face down to hers. She gently pressed her lips against his, kissing him without further thought. Peter's eyes had widened from her abrupt action but his eyes soon fluttered shut as he melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Emma instantly and holding her closer to him. It was almost like the dream he had when Emma kissed him. Her lips had felt impossibly soft against his in the dream which was something he probably took from that time she kissed him in the stairwell of the art classroom. Peter had never been able to get that kiss out of his head but there was something about kissing her in person that was just better than some memory. Right now she was real and warm under his touch.
Peter was so wrapped up in the kiss that he almost forgot he was mad at her…almost. He immediately pulled away from her, his eyes wide and his face red from what he and Emma just did. Emma just stared back at him, her face also a bit flushed from kissing Peter. She knew she always favored the kiss they shared all that time ago but she hadn't realized just how much she enjoyed kissing him. Her heart was racing as she remembered what it had felt like just a moment ago when Peter had wrapped his arms around her, pulling her more into the kiss. She snapped out of her dazed state when Peter shook his head at her, a glare on his face.
"What are you doing?!" Peter exclaimed. "You can't do that!" Emma gave him a confused look.
"Do what?" She asked him and Peter just shook his head.
"You can't just kiss me and expect everything to be fixed. It doesn't work like that." Peter told her pointedly.
"I wasn't expecting everything to be fixed." Emma defended weakly, not sure how she could get Peter to see how she truly felt about him. Why was this so hard? Why were the words so hard to get out?
"You did something really terrible today, Emma. You locked Betty in a locker with a bunch of snakes!" Peter told her, clearly pissed off at her. "Who even does that?! You can't just kiss me and expect me to forgot something like that." Emma glared at the teenage boy. She was really tired of hearing about Betty all the time. He was talking about Betty like she was some poor girl that Emma liked to torture. Betty was lucky that being locked in a locker with snakes was all that happened to her.
"You want to know why I locked that little brat inside the locker?" Emma said in a heated voice and Peter just shook his head, still looking to be quite angry with Emma. In all honesty he was really curious to know why Emma would do something like that. He had spent the past few hours trying to decide what would make her do that to Betty. Peter, of course, couldn't figure her out…like always. "Because I didn't want her to be with you."
"What?" Peter questioned, a confused look on his face. He didn't really understand what Emma meant by that. "What do you mean you didn't want her to be with me? Like you were jealous or something?"
"Yes. I was jealous." Emma admitted, staring back at him unblinkingly. Peter just looked at Emma in shock.
"I-I don't understand. It's not even like that with Betty and I." Peter told her and Emma rolled her eyes.
"You're so oblivious, Peter. Do you really think Betty needed help in chemistry?" Emma said and Peter shrugged.
"I don't know…that's what she told me at least." Peter replied weakly and Emma scoffed.
"Don't be ridiculous. Betty was all over you. She even confronted me and told me to stay away from you." Emma informed Peter who was surprised by what she was telling him. "Do you really think that if she wasn't attracted to you she'd be making threats?"
"She threatened you?" Peter asked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion but Emma didn't seem bothered.
"Yes but that's not why I did it." Emma told him as she locked eyes with him. Ocean blue meeting warm brown. "I did it because I didn't want you to be with her."
"Why would you care?" Peter asked her and Emma wanted to groan. She had hoped that Peter would instantly get what she meant and she wouldn't actually have to say the words. It seemed like Peter wasn't able to read her mind, however.
"Don't make me say it, Peter." Emma said, almost whining, and Peter just gave her a confused look.
"Don't make you say what? Emma, I have no idea what you're talking about." Peter told her, starting to get a little annoyed with her again. "I don't understand you. First you tell me I'm stupid for falling in love with you then you kiss me for no apparent reason and now you're just not making any sense." Emma rolled her eyes.
"Fine! You want to know why I care…why I do half the crazy shit I do whenever it comes to you?" Emma questioned before swallowing, taking a deep breath before she answered him. She was giving him the one answer that she had been terrified to give him from the start. Emma was scared but she knew that she needed to tell him…he had to know the truth. He deserved that much.
"I love you, Peter Parker." The room was completely silent after Emma uttered the words. Peter stared at the blonde, his eyes wide with shock. He thought he might've misheard her because there was no way Emma Rogers could love him. There was no way she could actually feel the way about him. Peter, however, soon realized that Emma really had said those words as she continued to stare at him waiting for an answer. Peter shook his head in disbelief.
"No, I don't believe you." Peter told her. "You're just saying that to make me feel better…so that things can go back to the way they were. You don't actually mean it." Emma glared at the stubborn boy, completely frustrated by his denial.
"What's wrong with you?!" Emma argued angrily. "I don't tell you I love you and you're pissed but when I actually do say it you're still pissed. What do you want?"
"I don't want you to lie to me…I don't want you mess around with my feelings anymore." Peter argued back and Emma had enough of all this denial and fighting between them. Emma grabbed his hand abruptly and placed it over her heart. Peter's eyes widened in shock at the sudden action and he failed to understand what Emma was doing.
"This is what you do to me." Emma told him quietly and Peter instantly knew what she meant. He could feel her heart racing under his touch. Peter understood what she meant because his heart often raced whenever he was around Emma as well. He then blushed when he realized that his hand was resting on her breast. Peter immediately pulled his hand away but never once looked away from Emma's face. Could this be true? Could Emma actually love him? Peter couldn't believe it but somehow the way she was staring at him told him everything he needed to know.
"You love me?" Peter asked with a dreamy look on his face and Emma nodded slowly, trying to become accustomed to hearing the words aloud. It was new and different but Emma didn't think that meant it was necessarily a bad thing.
"Yes." She said shortly before Peter reached over and gently cupped her face with his hands as if she were fragile. Emma watched him silently as he caressed a loose strand of her hair and gently moved it out of her face. There was something in the way he touched her that made Emma feel happy and free…that made her feel loved. It was unlike anything she had felt before. Peter then slid his hands from her face and reached down to place her hands in his. He hesitantly looked her in the eyes, a clear question resting there on his face.
"Why didn't you say anything before?" He asked her and Emma felt the need to stop her lies and give him the honest truth.
"I was scared." Emma confessed before continuing. "It was so much easier when I thought you didn't feel the same way but when you told me you loved that night, it just became all too real to me. Peter, I don't know how to do this. I don't know how to deal with feelings like this. I'm just sorry that I let you believe that I didn't feel the same way because I did." Peter didn't look upset but actually a little understanding.
"It's okay. I know I haven't exactly made it easy for you either." Peter told her sincerely. "I didn't really think how difficult this could be for you. I'm sorry." Emma shrugged.
"You're not the one who shoved a girl in a locker because you were feeling jealous." Emma retorted. "I should feel bad about that but I don't. Does that scare you?" Peter just stared at her before slowly shaking his head.
"I'm not one to judge, Emma. I get jealous too." Peter admitted and Emma raised an eyebrow.
"Really? Why?" Peter just scoffed.
"Are you kidding me? Do you know how many guys look at you?" Peter questioned. "Sometimes they say really disrespectful things about you in the locker room. I can't stand it when they talk about you like that…when they look at you like that." Peter blushed, embarrassed of his own jealousy but Emma just smiled softly at him.
"I'm not interested in those other boys, Peter." She told him sincerely and Peter swallowed as he gazed into her eyes.
"Well, that's…um…good." Peter said nervously. "I'm not interested in any of those girls either."
"Good." The smile on Emma's face then faded as she remembered something. "I am sorry that I said those things earlier. I never meant to hurt you."
"It's okay, Emma." Peter replied before making his own apology. "I'm sorry for ignoring you. That was really stupid and childish." Emma nodded.
"It's fine, Peter...we were both being stupid." Emma told him, a small smile on her face. "Well, I guess everything's okay between us then?" Emma said and Peter nodded before a goofy smile graced his face. Emma was just glad to see Peter smiling at her for once. It warmed her heart to see him smiling at her like that.
"Yes." Peter then paused before he mustered up the courage to ask Emma something he had been wanting to ask her for a while. "Does this mean you're my girlfriend now?"
It was an innocent enough question but Emma's eyes widened in surprise as she backed away from him a little bit, taking her hands out of his. Girlfriend? There it was again…that term she had always found repulsive. Emma had always wrinkled her nose in disgust whenever she watched one of Darcy's stupid movies and the lead character was hellbent on being some guy's girlfriend. She had laughed at those kinds of girls at the time but now it was different. Did she want to be Peter's girlfriend? Emma wasn't sure. She didn't like the idea of being labeled as someone's girlfriend but at the same time she kind of liked the idea of being Peter's girlfriend.
"Girlfriend?" Emma questioned, seeming a bit bewildered by the term. "I don't know, Peter." The teenage boy furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he looked at the blonde.
"What do you mean you don't know? You love me, don't you?" Peter asked her, worried that maybe Emma was second guessing herself about whether or not she loved him. Emma nervously chewed on the inside of her cheek.
"I do love you but why do things have to change?" Emma asked him, honestly wanting to know why things had to be different between them. "Can't we still be friends?"
"But we're in love with each other." Peter said as it were obvious that indicated that they had to now date. Emma blushed at his words. It was still so weird to her to hear that aloud. "We're supposed to date. That's just what people do when they're in love."
"Says who?" Emma questioned. "Can't we just be friends who love each other and kiss on occasion?" Peter shook his head furiously. He really wasn't understanding Emma's logic here.
"No, that's ridiculous. I don't just want to be friends…I want us to be more than that." Peter told her, sounding very sure of himself. The expression on Emma's face softened as she prepared herself to tell him all her fears…why she had been hesitant in telling him that she loved him in the first place.
"I'm not going to be a perfect girlfriend, Peter. I have a ton of baggage and there's so much that's wrong with me." Emma told him truthfully as he listened intently to her. "I'm the definition of high maintenance. I'll never be like Liz or Betty. I'll never gush to my friends about how amazing of a kisser you are and I'm not going to buy you a bottle of cologne. I'm very likely to say something that'll hurt you and I don't want that. I'll be the worst girlfriend that you'll ever have."
"You think I'm an amazing kisser?" Peter said teasingly with a boyish grin on his face. Emma glared at him.
"Is that all you got from that?" She said in an annoyed tone but Peter just shook his head, becoming serious again. His kind brown eyes looked down at her and Emma suddenly felt that feeling of butterflies in the pit of her stomach. He always made her feel that way whenever he looked at her like that.
"Emma, I don't want Liz or Betty. I'm in love with you. Not them." Peter told her sincerely as he moved closer to her. "I don't want a perfect girlfriend…I just want you."
Emma felt a bit dazed as she stared at Peter. She warned him several times about what he was about to sign up for yet he still seemed to want her. Maybe Darcy was right about Steve. This was what Steve wanted for her and for the longest time she had argued with him because it didn't use to be what she wanted. However, now that she was standing there gazing into Peter's warm brown eyes she realized that this was something she wanted. Maybe it wasn't what she wanted then but it was definitely what she wanted now. Of course, Emma hadn't known Peter back then after all.
"Okay, fine." Emma finally relented as she crossed her arms. "I'll be your girlfriend but only on one condition." A happy, bright smile came over Peter's face as he looked positively delighted that Emma was finally agreeing to be his girlfriend. He had always dreamed of this happening but he never thought it actually would. Peter felt like he was floating on cloud nine.
"What condition?" Peter asked, just happy that Emma was being agreeable. The blonde looked at him seriously.
"You can't talk to Betty Brant ever again." Emma told him and Peter gave her a confused look.
"What?" Peter questioned and Emma nodded.
"I don't want you spending time with any girl who's attracted to you." Emma said in a demanding tone and Peter was taken back by the jealousy clearly conveyed on her face. Peter knew he should probably be angry or weirded out by Emma's jealousy but he wasn't. He was actually flattered by Emma's jealousy. "I don't share."
"I don't think you have a lot to worry about, Emma. Girls don't really look at me that way." Peter told her, laughing nervously. Emma rolled her eyes.
"Don't be naïve, Peter. If I look at you that way then there's plenty of other girls that look at you that way too." Emma told him bluntly which caused Peter to blush.
"You find me attractive?" Peter asked her shyly and Emma scoffed.
"No, I just kissed you because I felt sorry for you. What do you think?" Emma said in her usual sarcastic tone but Peter couldn't stop smiling. Emma found him attractive! His Emma found him attractive. "So do we have a deal?" Peter nodded quickly.
"Yeah, I won't spend time with Betty or any other interested girls. I'm still going to spend time with Michelle, Cindy, and Sally though…they're my friends too." Peter told Emma and the blonde just shrugged.
"I don't care about them. I know for a fact that none of them are attracted to you." Emma told Peter honestly and he just shook his head at her.
"Gee, thanks." Peter said sarcastically before moving on, deciding to try something on Emma. Just to test her boundaries. "If I can't spend time with girls that are attracted to me then you can't spend time with guys that are attracted to you." Peter kind of thought Emma would slap him for trying to tell her what to do. He knew for a fact that Emma didn't like being told what to do despite being quite bossy herself. However, Emma seemed uncaring as she shrugged.
"Whatever. I don't want anything to do with those morons anyways." Emma retorted and Peter was relieved to hear that.
"Wait…what if Betty tries to talk to me? What do I do then?" Peter questioned and Emma gave him a mischievous smile, mischief twinkling in those blue eyes of hers.
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about her. I don't think Betty's going to be talking to you anytime soon." Emma said, sounding quite smug and proud of herself. Peter gave her a suspicious look but found that he was actually a bit attracted to Emma's dark side. Maybe that was part of the pull to Emma as well. He knew he loved her because of all the good she had inside her but he was also attracted to the darker side of Emma as well.
"Sometimes I love how evil you can be." Peter told her and Emma was almost completely sure that he was flirting with her. Well, this was certainly new. Emma just smiled at him before moving to the other side of his room. Peter gave her a confused look as he saw her going throw his desk drawers. "What are you doing?"
"Looking for this." Emma replied before she found what she was looking for. In Emma's hand was the expensive cologne that Betty had gotten Peter for his birthday. This didn't help ease Peter's confusion. Well, not until Emma walked towards the window of his small bedroom. She subsequently opened the window and without any hesitance chucked the bottle of cologne outside. Peter stared at the blonde in disbelief as she then closed the window back up as if nothing had happened.
"That cologne was expensive. Betty probably paid a lot for it." Peter said, feeling a little guilty but Emma didn't seem to care.
"Screw Betty." Emma said bluntly but Peter wasn't mad at her. This was just Emma being Emma. Peter slowly walked over to Emma, feeling more happy than he had felt in a long time, and Emma just watched him silently. She watched as Peter's eyes practically seemed to be sparkling with happiness and Emma couldn't help but feel quite elated herself with the way things turned out.
"So this means you're my girlfriend?" Peter asked her, his heart pounding against his chest. Emma tried to downplay it but even she had a hint of a smile.
"I guess."
"And I'm your boyfriend?" Peter pressed and Emma just laughed.
"Yes." Peter swallowed as he tried to gather up some courage to ask her something else.
"That kiss from before…was that for a mission like last time?" Peter asked her somewhat shyly and Emma smirked as she slowly shook her head.
"No. That was purely for my own selfish desire." Emma said flirtatiously and Peter blushed.
"Well, do you mind if I kiss you again?" Peter asked her and Emma rolled her eyes.
"You don't have to ask me. Just kiss me." Peter smiled before he leaned down and kissed Emma gently on the lips. He cradled her face in his hands as he pulled her closer to him. Emma's eyes fluttered shut from the sensation as she melted into the kiss. Emma initially hadn't wanted their relationship to change into a romantic one because of reasons that just seemed stupid now. However, Emma could definitely see now why everyone else always seemed invested in a love life. If this was what being Peter's girlfriend was like then Emma wasn't going to complain.