Lost and Found

I always knew he’d find me eventually. I just didn’t know it would be like this.I thought I would have escaped on my own. He would walk out of his room at the tower and find me standing there. Smiling. No, smirking. Because I didn’t need him, or anyone, to save me. He would say “Atta girl,” like he was never worried about me and hug me like he was never going to let me go.Well, at least one of those things was true. His grip on me was so strong and it was all I felt before I passed out again.

Written off of a prompt I found on Pinterest.Single quotation marks are things thought in your head.You and Peter have nicknames for each other. He calls you Bee and you call him Bug.Enjoy!