Make My Voice Brand New [COMPLETED]

I'm So Down

He waited for a few seconds, staring at the stark white screen that only had his one word message on it. He didn't know if she was a quick texter, or a slow texter, if she had the same phone as him so he would be able to see her typing.

His thoughts were answered when three dots appeared on the left hand side, and his adrenaline spiked. She was replying. She was typing a message to him. It was actually happening.

His phone dinged as her message came through.

L: Hey yourself.

Okay he deserved that. He stood, his phone in his hands and his eyes boring into the screen. Now to reply.

P: How are you?

Again, he didn't have to wait long for her reply.

L: It took you two days to come up with that masterpiece?

His heart dropped a little. So she would be the one to bring it up. He had been an idiot, leaving it this long, so he tried out a few different explanations.

L: You know I can see you typing for the last two minutes?

Damn, busted. Peter ran a hand over his face and tried to think. All he could hear in his head was Bucky telling him to just talk to her, because she will see through anything else. He could do that.

P: Sorry...I'm trying not to sound like an idiot.

L: You won't know that you do unless you send it :)

P: Very true...

L: Seriously though, I'm good. Wondering when I'm going to see my mysterious kisser again.

P: Whenever Tony isn't around?

L: That might be a problem, he seems to be everywhere at the moment D:

P: Well that sucks.

L: Why does it suck?

This was it, Peter. Just be honest. Send it. The worst is that she'll stop replying.

P: I want to see you.

L: Oh really?

P: I've been trying to work out what to do next.

L: Why didn't you text me?

P: Why didn't you?

The conversation stalled. Crap, crap! He'd pissed her off, he knew he had. He squeezed his eyes shut. God damn it Peter!

Bzzz Bzzz. He opened his eyes, and slowly looked down at the screen.

L: Touche, Spidey-boy. Well we are texting now.

P: Yes we are.

L: But I'd really appreciate if you gimme a couple mins, I just gotta shower. Absolutely grim from today's work!

She ended it with a smattering of tongue out and laughing emojis, making him smile. Then his mouth went dry at the next message.

A picture of her in her bathroom, in her towel. A small smile of her lips, and one of her eyebrows slightly raised. He wiped his sweaty palms on his trouser leg, and started typing a shaky response.

P: No worries, I'll be here!

He threw his phone on the bed space in front of his legs, staring at it. He wasn't sure if she was aware of the effect it had on him.

What if she did? And she sent it anyway?

He sat on the bed and rested his chin in his hands. And waited. Four painful minutes later, his phone buzzed again. He slowly breathed out, picked it up, and looked.