((Hey guys! Sorry this took so long, but my brother stole my computer before I could get it uploaded and he just gave it back. Anyways, this a continuation, and thanks for the awesome reviews! Hope you enjoy))

Ava, Danny and Luke had now had the same bet going for nearly six months: How long it would take Peter to tell Sam what he was feeling. Originally, after the accidents that had landed them both in the hospital, the group bet that it would happen in less than a week. Eventually, they had to move it up to a month. Now it was just past the third 'redo' in their bets, and Ava was slowly reaching the end of her rope.

"Guys, this is getting ridiculous. Have you seen them together? It's sickening! They either act like an old married couple that bickers constantly, or they act like a pair of newlyweds that blush at anything the other says." She rolled her eyes as she lounged against the couch in the common room Fury had reserved for them. "I have thirty bucks and a week of chores bet on this, I refuse to let it drop."

"I say we make a final bet," Luke started, sitting back. "One that doesn't have a time limit that can run out."

"How about we see who can get them to admit it to one another?" Ava suggested, sitting up a bit more.

"That seems rude, doesn't it?" Danny said, biting his bottom lip. "That should be something that is decided with time, now with our own needs."

Ava just shrugged, and Luke gave a small smile. "It's not that rude, considering they are both just too nervous to say it to one another." Luke defended, giving his friend an assuring look.

"I. . . I suppose," Danny sighed, biting his bottom lip. "Still, 'Thee who forces another's fate will force their own in the process.'"

"Alright, we get it. But prepare to owe me thirty bucks and dish washing duty," Ava smiled, standing. "I'm gonna go try my luck." Ava made her way out of the common room, cracking her knuckles as she began to form an idea in her head.

Soon the room was quiet, and Luke decided that perhaps he should leave as well. Walking out of the room, Luke patted Danny's back, the blonde still looking conflicted.

"Don't worry, man, it'll all be alright."

-0-0-

"Peter!"

Danny jogged to catch up with Peter as the boy continued down the hall, nearly not noticing the green eyed boy running at him. At the last moment, he turned to look at Danny with a pleased expression, raising an eyebrow.

"What's up?" The brunette asked, slowing his steps to fall in pace with Danny.

"Chasing you down, school work. The usual. Along with something that we need to talk about."

"Alright, talking sounds good." Peter waved his hand for Danny to continue, causing the blonde to flush.

"I'm afraid you wouldn't be fond of the idea of discussing this in public," Danny admitted, wringing his hand slightly. "It's about Sam."

The only indication that Peter gave was the tips of his ears turning pink, but it was hardly noticeable. "Alright, uh. . . . . . Bathroom?"

"That'll work." Nodding over towards the door containing a blue sign with a pale white stick figure branded on it, Danny lead the way before closing the door behind them, locking it. Pulling in a deep breath, the blonde leaned against a sink. "The others know."

Peter paled slightly before his eyes widened, his hands coming up to cover his face. "I swear to god, Danny, if you're not joking, I will web you by your toes to the flag pole."

"I apologize, Peter, but in my defense, you haven't really been hiding it. They are very intuitive, they would have figured it out by now anyways." Swallowing thickly, Danny scratched a hand through his hair. "We kind of. . . . Have a bet going."

This caused Peter's hands to slide down to only cover his mouth, the skin under his eyes stretching to give him a terrifying and terrified expression. "You are making bets? What kind of bets? Why would you even make bets, Danny?!"

"I didn't start it!" Danny assured. "Ava did. I just eventually agreed and participated. But the newest bet I don't agree with, so I'm giving you a chance to get a step ahead. Ava and Luke are going to try and get you to admit your feelings to Sam."

"WHY?!" Peter snapped with a horrified expression. "Why would I do that?! Why would I humiliate myself for him to turn me down?"

"Considering that he wouldn't turn you down, there are several reasons," Danny assured, his hands coming up in a surrendering gesture.

"He would too, he's Sam, he likes the opposite gender and stupid jokes that usually involve puns." Peter's hands slid up to grab at his hair. "Please don't tell me they are going to badger him too? Oh my god, why would you guys do this?"

"I'm giving you an advantage, Peter!" Danny pointed out, standing up fully. "Look, now you know that it's going to happen eventually, alright? You know that they're either going to spill it to Sam, or they're going to force you to spill it, and don't put it past Ava to resort to physical force. You have to tell Sam yourself, that way the bet has no winner, no one forced it, and you can just be honest. 'Honesty is key in any relationship'."

"There's no relationship! He's as bad with emotions as I am! We have what we have, don't murder that. Come on, you're the pacifist, save the small little thing that I have managed to grow from this, and let me keep it alive."

"You have a friendship. That's a relationship. And instead of pining for him, why don't you just tell him? If he responds in a negative manner, then turn it into a joke, you are both awkward enough to accept that as an excuse to change the subject."

Heaving a loud sigh, Peter bit his bottom lip before thudding his head back against the tiling of the wall, not noticing that a few of the tiles cracked. "Fine, fine, finefinefine, I hate you, fine. I'll do it. Just, can you ward off Luke and Ava? Pretty much the last thing I want is to go up to Sam and finally tell him just to hear, 'Yeah, I know, Ava told me last week.'"

Danny offered a smile, walking back over to the door. "I can do that, I can promise you. 'The one who-'"

Peter just held up his hand, pulling the door open. "Not the time for cryptic notes, I need to mentally prepare for pretty much the worst experience ever right now."

Danny only nodded, biting back another smile before the pair of them walked out.

After several beats of silence, the stall door on the far end of the bathroom opened, revealing a tanned teenager who was currently biting his knuckles to stop himself from talking out during that entire conversation. As Sam let his feet drop back to the floor from their current spot on the toilet, no longer needing to hide his presence, he could only stare at the door, feeling his heart beat in his ears.

"I'm not that bad with emotions. Not 'Peter' bad, at least," He muttered, not being able to stop the small blush that accompanied his smile as he trailed out of the bathroom.

((I'm really wanting to write more, so there may actually be another one tonight. WHO KNOWS LET'S JUST SEE))