Giving his brother another few good swats with the pillow, Ben flopped it on him and huffed. “I better not come home after my classes to find that you’re gone again or I’ll never let you sleep again, you little turd!” He ruffled his own hair and shook his head, grabbed Peter’s feet and put him fully on the bed so he could sleep better.
“Look, I won’t tell Aunt May you’re home yet but if you don’t tell her yourself, I’ll be doing it for you. You have no idea how hard it was to get her to calm down when she found out you were gone, you know?”
If he wasn’t so annoyed with his little brother, he would have cried just having him home. Ben had never been the greatest when it came to expressing complex emotions but he turned away and nudged his backpack over to the desk with his foot.
He noticed the bag and walked over to it, curiosity getting the better of him. “You stole science stuff? That’s… Wait, is that a hard drive? Pete… What in the world have you been in since you’ve been gone…?”
Peter regrets that. Leaving Ben and May in the dark. Leaving Tony in the dark. Everyone must’ve thought he’d been dead or worse, scouring every inch of wherever their fingers could stretch just for a hint of wherever Peter could’ve possibly had himself holed up at. Place had some sick firewalls, first of all, so anybody looking to locate it specifically weren’t gonna find much more than blistering cold and a whole lot of maple syrup.
❝First of all,❞ Peter mumbled, face halfway in the pillow he’d snatched as soon as Ben relinquished it (his now, bitch), ❝...it’s not stole, it’s made. ‘Cept the hard drive, obviously. That’s a compilation of the bullshit I was put through, like--remember when Tony found out his tech was being sold to terrorists, and they ended up kidnapping him to further their schemes or whatever?❞
He flipped face-up, realizing Ben wasn’t gonna let him rest without more of a straight forward answer.
❝Well, there were these guys--think, mix between Toomes and terrorists--who I...happened to bust on some midnight thievery. Standard stuff, y’know? I had the suit prototype on me, so I...went for it, thinking it was gonna be some easy takedown, and. Who would’ve thunk that was the furthest from right some dude in spidey-whities could’ve been?❞
Peter sat up with a groan, scratching his mess of hair and barely casting that bag a glance. Everything in there helped him get home, in one way or another. Thank god for all that Science, amiright?
❝One of those bastards bludgeoned me, and next thing I know I’m tied up an’ suitless on some delivery aircraft, headed for god knows where, but at least they spoke English, so. They were...more interested in our tech than a normal, stable group of hooligans should’ve been, and when we landed it was at some sketchy HQ...Nova Scotia, Canada of all places...but uh, it was like...❞ Seemed like Peter was running out of steam, or simply couldn’t stand continuing, roughly running a hand through his hair and puffing a strangled sigh.
Were those tears building up in his eyes? Ignore them, please.
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