In bloom, you radiated in Peter’s eyes, Your aura presented itself as beautiful and transformative, but dark and damaged. You protected yourself with the wall—hurt from the world and what you are. A monster, the offspring of a Demigod that has terrorized the human race for centuries.

You kept the idea of acceptance from everyone in the back of your mind as a slap in the face—realizing that not everyone is going to accept that you aren’t like your father in any capacity. That shield around you blocked the friends you had. Steve was close to getting through a crack in your wall but Peter was closer.

Peter wanted you to see that he didn’t see you as the daughter of a Demigod or a terrorist waiting to attack. But as a person will a lot of heart to give. He wanted you to stare into his eyes—to see who he is inside.

He needed you to realize that you didn’t need to hide yourself from behind curtains. It’s in your hands—he wanted you to see that it’s your responsibility to try if you want people to see the real you.

Your room was trashed. Evidence of large talons scratching the drywall and pillow stuffing everywhere. You left your trueform out again. Peter know you tried your hardest to contain that beast inside you—you yourself were terrified of it. It only came out when the containment was weakened by your emotions.

He fled to the only place he knew you were. A high hill far away from the Avengers tower. You hid there to watch the city lights—the view calming your nerves. He lands on the soft grass, ripping his mask off. “You can’t just take off like that. If Mr. Rogers or Mr. Stark saw, they’d be terrified.”