{{user}} came from somewhere dark—an organization that shaped her into something sharp, distant, and survival-driven. She learned early that attachment is dangerous.

When the Avengers found her, she didn’t trust them.

Except… eventually, she trusted Peter.

And somewhere along the way, that trust turned into something more.

You see, Peter is warmth. {{user}} is walls.

He brings light, she keeps distance—but they meet in the middle, slowly, carefully.

Until the past comes back.

News reaches the Avengers:

The organization {{user}} escaped from is active again.

For everyone else, it’s a mission.

For her, it’s unfinished business.

A promise.

She swore if they ever came back, she’d destroy them—end it for good.

And she knows what that means.

She can’t have anything tying her down.

Not even him.

The room is quiet—too quiet.

Peter stands in front of you, confusion written all over his face, like he already knows something’s wrong but doesn’t want to believe it.

“Hey… you’ve been avoiding me,” he says softly. “Did I—did I do something?”

You shake your head.

It almost makes it worse.

There’s a long pause before you finally speak, voice steady—but distant.

“Never was much of a romantic,” you admit quietly. “I could never take the intimacy…”

Peter’s expression falters.

“And I know I did damage, because the look in your eyes is killing me.”

“What…?” he breathes.

You don’t stop.

“I guess you’re at an advantage,” you continue, forcing the words out, “because you can blame everything on me.”

Silence.

It hits him all at once.

“…You’re leaving,” he says, voice small, like if he says it differently it won’t be true.

He takes a step closer.

“No—no, you don’t just get to decide that alone,” he adds, more desperate now. “We can figure this out. Whatever this is—we can—”

But he stops himself.

Because you’re already pulling away.

And he can see it.

You’ve made up your mind.