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On The Bridge

Tom Holland Masterlist

Pairing: Peter Parker x male!reader

Word Count: about 9.8k

Warnings: swearing, angst, NWH spoilers, aNGST

Summary: (I’ll just put screenshots of the request)

A/N: in my head, the reader is bi bc I’m bi but you can make it whatever you want; also in the end, the reader is a writer like me bc that was the best I could come up with 💀 also I completely made up the part about Peter getting his powers, I have no clue how the fuck it happened

A/N: this was my first ever request! It was from @drainfury and mate, I love you for it. I haven’t had the motivation or inspiration to write in a while and even my mom noticed that because I deadass wrote 75% of this in five hours, just sitting on the couch with my laptop and not speaking to anyone as I copied a shitload of dialogue word-for-fucking-word from FFH and NWH (I may or may not have a slightly maybe illegal download of NWH). Anyways I hope you enjoy this! I hope I did okay 😅

You’ve known Peter Parker for pretty much your entire life. You met each other in elementary school, not long before his parents died, and you were there for him while he was grieving. You came out to him as [sexuality that includes being attracted to men and women at least] in grade 7 and he came out to you as bisexual in grade 8. After a very awkward confession from Peter during the summer before high school, the two of you started dating.

When Peter got bit by the spider, you were the first one he told. He was absolutely freaking out when it happened. Your class was on a trip to a science centre in Maryland that was working on genetically and biologically modifying various animals and insects for “medicinal purposes.” Cue Peter pulling you aside when your class went out for lunch, showing you the bite that he had been hiding and ranting anxiously about it.

Peter wasn’t with you when you blipped, but something told you that he hadn’t survived the Snap either. Peter found you as soon as possible after he and you reappeared, and the two of you spent the next few months spending as much time together as possible.

Now, you’re both seventeen and almost finished a “science” trip to Europe with your class. First, it was elemental monsters, and then it turned out to be Mysterio, the guy that all of us – even Peter and SHIELD – trusted to save our lives.

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Peter has “gone to stay with family in Berlin,” and now you’re in London with Ned, MJ and the class, trying not to get annoyed with Flash live-streaming everything.

“Okay, guys,” Mr. Harrington says, “the company set up a city tour, and then we’ll grab a bite and head to the airport.”

“Is no one else gonna acknowledge how crazy this is?” Brad exclaims suddenly.

We all stop walking, turning around to look at him.

“Oh, yeah, I get it,” Mr. Dell replies with a travel pillow around his neck and a coffee in one hand. “There’s been nothing scientific about this science tour at all.

“No, no, no, I’m talking about Peter,” Brad continues. “Has no one else here noticed how shady he is? Because I saw him in the back room of a rest stop with some woman in his underwear, and he’s always sneaking away, like back at the opera? Huh? And now, what, he’s suddenly off, like with his family in Berlin? Is no one else here interested in the truth?”

You speak up. “‘The very concept of objective truth is fading out of the world’,” you say. Brad nods, agreeing with the quote.

“George Orwell. Thank you, Y/N.”

“Yeah. Well, I mean, since Peter’s not really here to tell his truth... what about you, Brad?” You ask, narrowing your eyes. “Why do you think it’s cool to take pictures of people in the bathroom?”

Flash points his camera at Brad. “Yeah, dude. What’s that about?”

“No- no, it wasn’t like that! It was- I was trying to take a-”

Mr. Harrington interrupts. “Let’s just put all this craziness behind us, and have a nice, peaceful afternoon. ‘Sounds great, Mr. Harrington’, said the class. Okay...” Most of the class continues walking with Mr. Harrington, and Mr. Dell hangs back to talk to Brad.

“Mr. Harrington!” A man in a uniform says cheerfully, holding a sign that read ‘Midtown High’. He’s standing in front of a red double decker bus. “This is your bus.”

“We’ve got a bus all to ourselves,” Mr. Harrington announces.

Some people pass their bags to him, but you keep yours especially close to you. You don’t trust the man – he looks sketchy. Just as you pass him, he presses something in his ear and says, “I have the kids.” It dawns on you. This man must work for Mysterio.

Once on the bus, you head up to the top with Ned and MJ and set your backpack on a seat, digging out a device you and Peter made once. It was created to read radioed messages on encrypted – and non-encrypted – channels, aka the perfect device for the guy helping his boyfriend fight crime. It allows you to tune into the channels without broadcasting anything from you.

You put the earbuds under your shirt to keep them from getting caught on anything or yanked out on purpose, the earpieces sticking out of the collar of your shirt. You stick them in your ears and unlock the device. It’s like a phone, but with a much different operating system. A homemade one. The transcript of the channel shows up on the screen, like subtitles to the radio.

Mysterio: I got here as fast as I could. I did a full perimeter sweep. Nothing.

The audio connection is fuzzy, and you do a little adjusting to clear it up.

Fury: Damn it.

Maria: Pulse is spiking.

Mysterio: I’ll take another look.

Fury: Soon as you see something, report. You’re all we’ve got, Beck.

Mysterio: If this is what I fear, then God help us, Fury. God help us all.

There’s a click, like a call ending.

Mysterio: Okay, people. No Avengers coming. We’re good to go.

You curse under your breath and your friends look at you in confusion. You make an I’ll-tell-you-later gesture and keep listening.

Mysterio: William, launch the drones.

William: Copy that, brother. Drones are entering the atmosphere, weapons hot.

Mysterio: Excellent. Janice?

Janice: Still working on the cape.

Mysterio: Okay, you’ve gotta get those wrinkles out. In a few hours, I could literally be shaking hands with the Queen. Guterman?

Guterman: Almost in position.

Mysterio: Okay. Hit it, Victoria.

Victoria: Increasing pulse.

Maria: Whatever this thing is, it’s 100 times bigger than the previous ones.

Mysterio: EDITH?

EDITH: Yes, Quentin?

Mysterio: Show me my loose ends. Once the show’s going, execute the kill order on my command.

EDITH: Copy.

The device in your hand beeps with a notification. Fuck, fuck, fuck, we’re being targeted, that kill order is for us, too, you think to yourself.

Mysterio: All right. Start the show. Let’s save the world, people.

Thunder rumbles overhead and the bus comes to a stop in the middle of the bridge. MJ and Ned stand up, joining you at the railing. “I don’t like this, something’s definitely up,” MJ says, her hair blowing in the wind. You resist the urge to scoff.

“You’re an FOS now,” Ned tells her. “‘Friend of Spider-Man’. And you have to remember, just stay calm.”

MJ exhales heavily. Fog rolls over a building at the edge of the river and you nervously clutch the radio device in your hand. “That doesn’t look good,” MJ says, staring at the building.

While Ned and MJ talk, you watch the sky, not only for signs of Mysterio, but also for signs of Peter. He’ll be here soon, you think to yourself, it’s Peter. Of course, he’ll be here. Just be patient.

Maybe he left you, that annoying voice in your head interjects. He left because he knew you couldn’t help him fix this, because you’re no help. You don’t know what you’re doing. Does he even really love you? Why would he?

Shut up, shut up, shut up, you think to the voice.

He’s never loved you.

Stop it. Now is not the fucking time.

Guterman: And the kids are in the kill zone.

Mysterio: Great work, Guterman.

You almost swear out loud when you hear that. You grab Ned and MJ’s shoulders. “We’re in danger here. The driver, he works for Mysterio, we’re in the kill zone. There’s a kill order out for us and drones are coming into the atmosphere, weapons hot.”

MJ looks at you with wild eyes. “How do you know this??”

“Radio. I can explain later. We need to get off this bus.” You step back when you hear a buzz on the channel, like a phone ringing.

Fury: What?

Happy: Happy, here. Happy Hogan, here.

“Oh, thank God, Happy!” You exclaim without thinking.

Fury: I know. What do you want?

Happy: Over at Mr. Stark’s, going through his belongings. Apparently, there was a surfboard that you left behind.

Fury: What?

Happy: People over there said that they didn’t think Nick Fury was a surfer. I said, ‘Appearances can be deceiving.’

Fury: It’s not mine. And don’t ever call this number again.

You almost swear out loud. But then you realize that Mysterio is probably tapped into all the communication that Fury is using. He’s doing the right thing. Another channel appears and you switch over. It’s Happy.

Happy: Okay, Fury’s got the coded message. Your friends are at the Tower Bridge. Your boy called it the London Bridge, but I figured it out.

“’Your boy?’” You whisper to yourself. “I never... oh. Flash. Of course.”

Happy: I’m gonna scoop them up. Okay?

Peter: Yeah.

Happy: We’re close.

Peter: We’re close.

“Oh my god,” you say through a sigh of relief. Peter.

Happy: How’s the suit coming?

Peter: Almost done.

Happy: Good.

Peter: Wait, woah, woah, woah, before you go. I need your phone again.

Happy: What? Why?

Peter: I can’t believe I didn’t think of this before.

A notification comes through on your device and your heart skips a beat. Peter. He messaged you on it. The device doesn't give off a signal, so Mysterio can’t track it. You open it and read it quickly, still hearing Peter and Happy in your earbuds.

Happy: You know Beck is tapped into their phones, Pete.

Peter: That’s why I didn’t text his phone. I just hope he has it on him.

Please tell me you’re safe, Peter’s message reads.

Actually, we’re right in the danger zone, you reply with a winky face. Are you safe, Peter? How close are you?

I’m so close, I promise. Get to safety. I’m coming for you.

Peter: Oh, thank God. Um, Y/N, babe, if you’re tapped in right now, I love you and I’ll be there soon, stay safe and stay out of danger.

You grin and text back, I love you more, Spidey. You hear Peter’s beautiful laugh over the radio channel. Kick Mysterio’s ass.

Happy: You’ve got this.

Peter: I’ve got this.

Happy: Now, walk me through it.

Peter: I know it’s illusion tech, right? All I have to do is get on the inside of the illusion, then I can take it down, find him, and he’s just a guy. So, I can take EDITH right back.

Happy: Right. But last time, you got hit by a train.

You quickly text Peter. Did he just say you got hit by a train???

Peter: Y/N/N, I’ll explain everything later, I promise- look, Happy, you’re right, but this time... how do I explain this- I have like a sixth sense?

Happy: The Peter-Tingle. That’s what you’re talking about, right? It’s not working, though. I heard it wasn’t working right now. Is it...

Peter: It is working. Well, I don’t- I don’t know if it's working...

Happy: Okay. Good! So, you’ve got the Peter-Tingle. That’s the plan. I’m gonna go get your friends. You get that Peter-Tingle back online.

Peter: I got this, I got this. Y/N? Are you there? Doesn’t matter, actually, Happy took his phone back. Um. I just wanted to say, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for dragging you into all of these messes because I’m Spider-Man and I’m sorry if you feel like you have to stay but I’m glad you’ve stayed. I love you so, so much. You’re the best boyfriend that a superhero could have, and you’ve been with me my entire life and you’ve never left my side. Please get to safety. Please get Ned and MJ to safety. Happy’s coming in the jet to pick you guys up. I love you. I love you so much. I’m on my way.

With a heavy heart, you switch back to the communication channel between Fury, Maria and Mysterio.

Mysterio: Cue the lightning.

William: Cuing lightning.

Your attention is directed towards the fake lightning striking one of the towers of the bridge, then the other. Mr. Harrington rushes down the stairs. He reappears a moment later.

“What did the bus driver say?” Mr. Dell shouts over the wind.

“The bus driver’s gone,” Mr. Harrington says anxiously. The class melts into scared outbursts. “Okay. It’s okay. Mr. Dell and I have it under control.”

“No. Don’t drag me into this!” Mr. Dell exclaims.

Mr. Harrington glares at him. “I’m doing my best, Julius!”

A wave bursts out of the river in the form of the water creature from Venice. “The witches are back!” Mr. Dell shouts.

“Oh my god, get off the bus!”

Everyone clambers down the stairs. Thanks to an adrenaline surge, you decide to climb down the side of the bus to get out quicker. You meet the rest of the class on the ground, relocate Ned, Betty and MJ, and stick to them like glue. We just get away from the bus in time for a bolt of lightning to strike the bus.

“Holy shit!” Ned hollers.

“Keep running!” You yell. The bus is pulled off the bridge by the water creature and explodes. To think, if you all were just a few minutes slower... You block the thought from your mind and keep running. The storm is everywhere.

Mysterio: Now, that is an Avengers-level threat.

You all make it off the bridge, following Mr. Harrington under an archway. Blasts hit the stone walls bordering the water and crumble into the river. You and MJ have to push Flash from behind to get him to keep him from stopping to livestream.

“It’s not real, it’s not real!” Ned exclaims.

“Yeah, well, it looks pretty real to me!” MJ retorts.

“Follow me, kids!” Mr. Harrington says.

“Earth, wind, fire, water... oh no,” Mr. Dell says. “They joined forces like the Power Rangers!”

“You’re thinking of Voltron,” Mr. Harrington replies.

“Who?”

“Voltron! You’re thinking of Voltron!”

“Hey, look, it’s Mysterio!” Brad announces. “He’s gonna save us!” You look up to see a cloud of green smoke and most likely another Quentin Beck illusion. He starts blasting at the elemental monster.

“Wait,” MJ says, “if Mysterio knows we know...”

“Then we’re in danger,” Ned finishes.

“And so is the whole class if we stay with them, that’s what I was trying to tell you guys!” You shout. “We need to go, now!”

“Where?”

“Someone’s coming for us, trust me.”

Flash tags along as you, Ned, MJ and Betty abandon the class.

Mysterio: This is for my family!

“Bullshit,” you mumble. “Guys, look for a Stark Industries jet!”

Mysterio: You should get somewhere safe, Fury. I don’t see this ending well.

Fury: I appreciate your concern, but I never leave my men behind.

You switch over to Happy and Peter’s channel.

Happy: All right, comms check. Can you hear me, kid?

Peter: Yeah, I can, it’s just a little loud out here.

Happy: I like the new suit.

Peter: Thanks.

Happy: Whoa. Peter, you’re sure that’s not real?

Peter: Yeah. It’s just a hundred times bigger than I expected.

Happy: Still the play?

Peter: Uh-huh. We need to get high enough, so Beck doesn’t see me coming.

Happy: Copy. Stay sticky.

You glance at your friends. “Okay, guys, they should be coming soon, Happy’s going higher up and then he’ll be back down for us, okay?”

Peter: Hey, Happy?

Happy: Yeah, kid. What is it?

Peter: We need to have a serious conversation about you and my aunt!

You see a small figure hurtling towards the elemental monster from high in the air and you know for sure that it’s Peter. Happy should be coming down soon. You switch back to Fury and Mysterio’s channel.

Fury: Beck, report!

Mysterio: Hey, Guterman. I need a response, something quick and decisive.

Guterman feeds the lines to him and Mysterio repeats it to Fury.

Mysterio: It’s all the Elementals. They’re merged into something else. Something more powerful. It’s drawing energy from the Earth’s core!

Fury: See, now, that’s some bullshit.

You have a feeling he wasn’t saying that to Mysterio. You hear Maria sigh.

Maria: Is that...?

Fury: Be ready for anything.

Maria: Yeah.

Mysterio: William, I’ve got drones breaking formation.

William: Well, maybe they hit a flock of birds or something. You’re fine.

Mysterio: Well, I wanna see what's happening, I’m taking manual control.

William: Do you see anything?

Mysterio: Yeah. And I’m gonna kill him.

Fury: You got me?

There’s an explosion over the audio system, so loud that it nearly shatters your eardrum. You flinch in surprise. Betty lightly grasps your shoulder as all of you keep running. She shoots you a worried look. You shake your head and give her an I’m-fine smile. She doesn't seem convinced.

Maria: I got you.

William: Boss, the illusion is coming apart.

You look over at the elemental illusion to see the small, far away figure of the one and only Spider-Man crouched on top of a drone.

Mysterio: EDITH, give me some protection.

EDITH: Copy.

Peter almost makes it to the bridge, which he’s apparently aiming for, but gets knocked away by a drone. You exhale sharply and keep running, dodging other civilians as you lead your group away.

Mysterio: Kill it, just kill the illusion. Kill it.

William: No, I’m not gonna kill it, they’ll see!

Mysterio: They’ll see what I want them to see!

Janice: Do you still need the cape?

Mysterio: Yes, Janice. I still need the cape.

William: Done.

The entire illusion dissipates, leaving drones floating in formation, but the sky clear. The wind stops – the fake, extra wind does, anyway.

Mysterio: Now, William, render my illusion suit.

William: All right, hang on.

“The monster was full of drones, it’s crazy!” Flash hollers at his phone. You snatch the phone out of his hand and ignore his objections.

“Happy Hogan, I know you’re watching this, my name is Y/N L/N and I know that you know who I am.” You give Happy your exact location and tell the others to stop where they are and wait. Soon, the Stark Industries jet lands in a parking lot close by.

Mysterio: Who the hell is that?

You laugh joyfully when you see Happy scramble out of the plane.

“Y/N! Ned!”

“Happy!” The two of you exclaim.

“I gotta get you guys outta here,” Happy says, “get on the jet!”

“Who are you?” MJ asks.

“I work with Spider-Man, okay? You gotta get on that jet.”

“You work for Spider-Man!?” Flash shrieks.

Happy looks like he wants to throw hands with the kid. “I work with Spider-Man, not for Spider-Man.” An explosion interrupts us as one of Mysterio’s drones blows up the jet. “New plan. Into the tower.”

Mysterio: EDITH, target Spider-Man.

EDITH: Copy.

“Happy!” You shout. “Spidey’s being targeted!”

Mysterio: I’ll just kill the kids myself.

“And Beck’s coming for us next!”

“Who’s Beck?” Flash asks wildly.

“Mysterio!” You, Ned and MJ yell at him.

Mysterio: There you are...

“Happy, he’s got eyes on us, we’ve gotta go!” You see two drones flying towards the group of you and sprint into the tower.

“Into the Crown Jewels vault!” Happy exclaims as you all rush in. “Into the vault! The walls are 8 feet thick! Go into the vault!” He waits to make sure you’re all in before he follows you. Gunfire from a drone rings out around us, breaking countless artifacts. “Take cover!” Happy hollers.

You all hide behind various artifact cases, and you can’t help but feel useless. Usually, you can be pretty helpful in a fight, but now, you’re helpless. No armour, no weapons, no way out. The voice creeps its way back into your mind.

Clueless. Helpless. No wonder Peter abandoned you. How could someone as brave and heroic as Spider-Man have such a useless boyfriend? Why would he? I bet he pities you. I bet he wishes you’d die in one of these fights.

Tears prick your eyes as the thoughts flood your brain. Happy, who you had taken cover with, grips your arm and looks you in the eye as if to say don’t listen to it, you’ve saved your friends, you’re worthy of Peter. He’s known about your thoughts for a while now and is always able to pull you out of the dark mindset, but it’s really difficult right now. Really, really difficult.

Then, everything happens so fast. You hear gunfire, and the thud of old, heavy metal weapons, and then you’re suddenly locked in the Crown Jewels vault with Ned, MJ, Flash, Betty and Happy. You try to slow your breathing. You all think you’re safe until the drone starts trying to burn a hole through the door from the other side. Happy presses something in his ear.

“I’m here, we’re here... I bought us some time. But not much.”

“Happy, Happy, is that him?” You ask. “Is he okay?”

“He’s good, Y/N, he’ll be okay.”

Mysterio: Gotcha.

Your eyes widen and you listen closely, hearing explosions and then a loud splash over the audio system.

Mysterio: Finally. Hey, William, how we doing?

William: Illusion almost back up.

“Happy, Mysterio’s right-hand-man is putting the illusion back up,” you murmur.

William: I don’t know how you’re gonna spin this.

“Are we gonna die?” Ned asks worriedly.

“Nobody dies on my watch,” Happy says. A sound blast hits the doors.

“I wasted my life playing video games and we’re gonna die,” Ned cries out.

“I have a fake ID,” Betty confesses. “And I’ve never even used it.”

“I post stupid videos daily for people to like me!” Flash confesses.

“Hey,” Happy says sharply, “if it wasn’t for those stupid videos, Spider-Man would have never found you.” Another blast shakes the room.

“Spider-Man... Spider-Man follows me? I saved us, guys!”

“If you saved us, then why are we about to die!” MJ exclaims.

“MJ!” Ned and Betty shout.

“I’m sorry! Okay? I’m just, I’m obsessed with telling the truth even if it hurts other people’s feelings.”

“I’m in love with Spider-Man's aunt,” Happy admits.

You scowl at him. “Wow, Happy. I was gonna say how much I don’t think I deserve my boyfriend and how I feel like I’m useless and holding him back, but sure. Go there.”

“But we’re sharing, right?”

The door suddenly breaks down, but before the drones shoot at you, they power down, simply floating in the air in front of you all.

Mysterio: This certainly isn’t ideal, but I have contingencies. EDITH?

“Spidey got to Beck,” you inform Happy, “but he’s still in trouble.”

Mysterio: You want these? Come and get them.

You walk off into the corner and switch channels until you tap into Peter’s comms. “Babe,” you whisper.

“Y/N?”

“Hey. Look, I don’t know what Beck is making you do, and I’ve switched out of his channel, so I don’t know if he’s still talking to you, but I’m with you. 100%. You can do this, Peter. I believe in you. We all do. Go kick his ass.”

Peter inhales slowly. “Come on, Peter-Tingle.”

All you hear for a few moments is crashes, bangs and explosions.

“Fire all the drones now!” You hear Beck scream.

“Beck!” Peter shouts angrily. “Beck. You lied to me. And I trusted you.” He falls silent, probably listening to Mysterio answer him. There’s a gunshot.

“Peter!” You yell out.

“You can’t trick me anymore,” Peter says, voice thick with pain and emotion. You sigh in relief. He’s alive. “EDITH, turn off the drones.”

EDITH: Biometric scan complete. Welcome back, Peter. Shall I execute all cancelation protocols?

“Do it. Execute them all.”

EDITH: Confirmed.

The drones in front of you and the group fly out of the vault. “Give me the spear,” Happy says to Betty.

“That’s a halberd,” Ned says softly.

You hear Peter laugh softly over the comms. “Thank you.” He pauses. “How could you do all of this?” He falls silent again. “Is he...? Is this real?”

EDITH: All illusions are down, Peter.

MJ is the first one out of the vault, but the rest of you aren’t far behind. You know she’s on her way to Peter, and it makes you a little nervous for some reason. For a couple years now (pre-Blip) you’ve had the feeling that MJ may be harbouring a crush on Peter, but you haven’t thought much of it. You’ve simply ignored the feeling, remaining happy with your boyfriend. But now, after everything that’s happened, those worries are starting to build up again. You rip out your earbuds and start running.

On your way out to Peter, you get sidetracked when you run into Mr. Harrington. You quickly tell him that you’re alright and that everyone else is, too, and you keep running to Tower Bridge.

“Gotta be close now,” you mumble to yourself. You pass a crashed car and see MJ. With Peter. You swallow down the bile in your throat.

And they’re kissing.

You toss down the spear you’d brought from the vault and the noise startles them. You feel your face going red and tears spilling from your eyes when they look at you. Guilt melts over Peter’s face and MJ looks like a deer in headlights.

“Y/N/N, wait, I-”

“Save it, Peter. We’re done. This is done.”

MJ takes a step towards you. “Y/N, I’m-”

“I don’t want to fucking hear it, MJ.” You run from the scene, wiping tears from your eyes. You can’t even face them.

The thoughts in your head bring you over to their side as you began to question everything about your relationship. Did he ever love you? Did he even like you? Was it all an act? And what about MJ? Why did she kiss him, or vice versa? Why do that to you?

Useless, careless, helpless little Y/N, the voice in your head taunts. Peter wanted someone who would take action, who would protect the people they care about. Clearly you didn’t meet the standard.

Maybe you’re right, you think back bitterly. Maybe I wasn’t enough for him.

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You don’t talk to Peter on the plane. You make sure not to sit near him. You blast music in your earbuds – in your real earbuds, not the ones for the radio device. You wave to Aunt May when you get out of the airport, but you don’t join her and Peter.

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Weeks pass. You don’t answer anyone’s messages except Betty’s. She’s the only one not pestering you about the situation. You’d love to just never think about it, ignore it completely. You know you should deal with it; you know that. But that doesn’t mean you will. It doesn’t mean you want to.

You and Betty go to the mall one day in August for school shopping. Your parents and hers trust the two of you to go alone. They had lent you both money and you decided you’ll make a day of it.

Betty picks you up in front of your apartment building and the two of you drive while singing along to one of your shared playlists. You two went to a stationary store first. You chatted about the craziness of the “science” trip, and Ned and Betty’s very short-term relationship. You talked about upcoming classes and teachers. You two seemed to cover every topic under the sun before you got to the food court of the mall for an early supper. That's when you see him.

Him.

Peter Benjamin Parker, sitting at a table with your favourite meal from A&W, with his signature, irresistibly adorable puppy dog eyes looking around as though waiting for someone. Your heart begins to beat in your throat, and you stop in your tracks when you realize he’s probably looking for you. Betty gives you a sympathetic look.

“You need to talk this out, Y/N.”

“I don’t need to say anything to him, Betty.”

Peter finally sees the two of you and stands up in his seat. You’ve never seen him look so guilty. You can’t help but cave in and slowly walk over to him. Betty takes your bags of school supplies and wanders to another table... with Ned.

“I see Ned and Betty set this up,” you say stiffly, hovering by the chair across from Peter. You study his face, looking for any trace of anything. You’re not sure what you’re looking for.

“It was my idea,” Peter murmurs. “Betty put it in action.”

You make a bit of a show of looking around the food court. “No MJ?”

Peter blinks and swallows thickly. “Never. Not for me.”

“Pete, I don’t even know what to say to you right now, okay?”

“Then just... please, just sit and hear me out? I know I fucked up, okay? I know that. I just want a chance to fix this. Just a chance. You don’t have to forgive me. You can give me hell when I finish, but please, Y/N, I’ve needed to get this off my chest since the night on the bridge.”

You take a deep breath and sit nervously across from the brown-eyed boy. He nudges the tray of food towards you. The hunger in your stomach wins over your anger at your ex. You eat a fry. Peter starts talking.

“MJ was the first person to get to me after what happened with Beck. I was looking for you, but you weren’t there. You were the only person I wanted to see after all that, but I never got to. She started saying things, like feelings she had- has had for a little while and she just... she kissed me. I panicked, I didn’t know what to do, and-”

“And you kept kissing her?” You say angrily.

“I froze, Y/N, you know I freeze. I knew I didn’t want it to happen, but I froze. And then you came around the corner and I froze again. I couldn’t find the words to explain it to you, but I knew I fucked up, I fucked up bad.”

You remain silent, diving into the meal.

Peter sighs. “I’ve never thought of MJ in that way. Never even crossed my mind. Y/N, it’s always been you. You’ve been with me from the beginning, I would never throw that away. I love you more than anything in this world.” He runs his fingers through his hair nervously. “I know you don’t have to listen to me. I know you don’t have to believe a word I say, and I know that you don’t have to forgive me. That’s all up to you. The ball is in your court, so to speak.”

You chew on another fry, thinking of how to respond to him. What he’s saying makes sense to you. You understand.

“There’s something I never told you in all the time we’ve known each other,” you say quietly. Peter searches your face worriedly. “There’s this voice in my head. A bad voice. It tells me I’m worthless, and useless, and helpless. While we were together, it would always tell me that I didn’t deserve to be with you.” Tears well in your eyes and you blink them back. Your throat feels tight. “It told me that it was only a matter of time before you would realize that I wasn’t worth your time, and you’d move on. So, Peter, imagine how I felt when I saw the two of you kissing. I couldn’t fight that voice anymore, y’know? And I thought, ‘it it’s right about Peter moving on, then what else could it be right about?’”

You clear your throat and wipe your eyes. “Peter, I love you. I’ve loved you since the minute I met you, long before I realized just how much I did. Seeing you and MJ like that... that hurt. A lot.”

“I know, god, I know,” Peter mutters, tears spilling down his own face. He lowers his head in shame and wipes his face. “I wish I could go back to a time when it never happened, I wish it never happened. I wish everything with Beck never happened, I wish it was just you and me and movie night or something. Why does this all have to be so goddamn complicated...”

You try to say his name to get his attention, but your voice momentarily dies in your throat. “Peter,” you say finally. He looks up at you. His face is red, his eyes are puffy and bloodshot, and it’s one of the saddest looks of Peter Parker you’ve ever seen. “Pete, baby, it wasn’t your fault. I’ve spent all this time since the end of the trip being angry at you because being angry is so much fucking easier than being sad, I-” You choke on your own voice. “I forgive you.”

It’s like a weight is lifted off your shoulders. You had been carrying around this anger and resentment towards Peter for over a month and it had been weighing you down more than you realized until you left those feelings go. You reach across the table and take Peter’s hand in yours.

“I love you, and I forgive you, Peter Parker.”

Peter sobs and you stand up to give him a hug. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, griping at your jacket as though you’re about to disappear. You cradle the back of his head, rubbing his back.

“I love you so much, Y/N/N,” he says, voice thick with emotion.

“I love you too, Pete, I love you so much.”

You pull away, tilting his chin up and capturing his lips in a slow kiss, wrapping an arm around his waist. When you both separate for air, you wipe his tears away with your sleeve. “What d’you say we get outta here?” You ask softly.

Peter nods, smiling gently. “Yeah. Yeah, let’s go.”

You wipe your own face with your sleeve and turn around to look at Ned and Betty, who are “sneakily” watching the two of you from afar.

“We’re gonna... head out,” you call to them. “I’ll see you later, Betty?”

“You guys have fun!” Betty replies. You smile at her, then at Peter, and the two of you throw out the A&W garbage and find the nearest exit. Before you can go very far, Peter ducks into an alley way and changes into his suit wrapping an arm around your waist when he comes out.

“You ready?” He asks.

“Pete, I’ve swung with you before why would this be any-” You yelp when Peter suddenly pulls the two of you up in the air with a web. “Different, oh my god, a little warning next time!?” You wrap your arms around his neck instinctively.

The two of you swing over a building and Peter lets go of you midair, something he’s done before but never fails to scare you with. You shriek and Peter catches you.

“I hate it when you do that!”

“No, you don’t!”

“...Okay, no, I don’t, but you keep scaring me with it!”

The two of you touch down at the corner of Eighth Avenue and West 33rd Street, across from Pennsylvania station. “So... where do you wanna go?” Peter asks curiously.

You shrug. “Not like I thought of anything.”

You both hear a siren and look down the street. Peter sighs. “I should probably get that, shouldn’t I.”

“Yeah, Spidey. You probably should.” You grin at him. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you more.”

He pulls his mask up to just above his nose and gives you a quick kiss. “Let’s hang out. Tonight. Movie night?”

“Only if you let me pick.”

Peter pulls his mask back down. “It’s the least I can do.”

He swings up to the top of a lamppost and crouches there, giving you a little wave. A huge electronic billboard behind him catches your attention.

“This is breaking news,” a news anchor says. Peter looks over his shoulder at the billboard. “We come to you now with revelations about last week’s attack in London. An anonymous source provided this video. It shows Quentin Beck, aka Mysterio, moments before his death. A warning, you may find this video disturbing.”

It switches to a clip of Mysterio with a worried look on his face. “I managed to send the Elemental back through the dimensional rift, but I don’t think I’m gonna make it off this bridge alive. Spider-Man attacked me for some reason. He has an army of weaponized drones, Stark Technology. He’s saying he’s the only one who’s gonna be the new Iron Man, no one else.”

The clip glitches to a partial view of both Peter and Beck. EDITH speaks. “Are you sure you want to commence the drone attack? There will be significant casualties.”

“Do it. Execute them all,” Peter’s recording says.

Your jaw drops. That’s not what you heard. That’s not what happened.

Gunfire ensues on the clip. You look around you to see that other people who are watching the broadcast have their phones out, recording it. It cuts back to the news anchor, speaking to the crowd.

“This shocking video was released earlier today on the controversial news website, TheDailyBugle.net.”

It switches to J. Jonah Jameson. “There you have it, folks! Conclusive proof that Spider-Man was responsible for the brutal murder of Mysterio, an interdimensional warrior who gave his life to protect our planet, and who will, no doubt, go down in history as the greatest superhero of all time. But that’s not all, folks. Here’s the real blockbuster. Brace yourselves. You might wanna sit down.”

It changes to a video of Beck again. “Spider-Man’s real... Spider-Man's real name is-” The video cuts out momentarily before returning to a panicked Mysterio. “Spider-Man’s name is Peter Parker!” It cuts to show Peter’s yearbook photo. You look up to see Peter with his hands on his head, like a modern-day superhero version of The Scream by Edvard Munch.

“That’s right, folks!” Jameson says. “Peter Parker. A 17-year-old high school delinquent...” You can’t hear what he’s saying anymore because of the people around you.

“Are you Spider-Man's friend?” Someone asks you. You’re too taken aback by the mere assumption that you’re only his friend that you can’t even answer. “Are you Spider-Man's friend?” The man repeats, pushing your shoulder.

Peter jumps down from the lamppost and pushes his way through the crowd towards you. “Woah, woah, woah, woah, please don’t touch him, sir.” He wraps an arm protectively around you.

“You’re just a kid?” Someone asks him.

“Did you kill Mysterio?” Someone else says.

Another person tries to fight their way to Peter, hoping to take his mask off. He pushes the person away in defense. “Spider-Man hit me!” The person exclaims.

“He did not hit you- d'you want someone to hit you?” You holler. “I’ll hit you, man, you wanna fucking go? Don’t touch him!”

“Y/N, hey, let’s go, come on.” Peter drags you away from the crowd.

He wraps an arm around your waist, and you wrap your arms around his neck. He swings the two of you into the air above the streets as Jameson shouts, “Public enemy number one!” You swing by a sign for Rogers: The Musical, then past a billboard that says PUBLIC ENEMY NUMBER ONE over a picture of Peter with half of his face covered by his Spidey mask.

“Where are we gonna go?” You ask loudly over the wind rushing in your ears.

“I dunno! How about your house?”

“No, no! My granddad would kill you!”

“What? I thought you said your whole family really liked me!”

“My granddad and quite a few other members of my family get all their news from TheDailyBugle.Net, okay? If they liked you once, I don’t think they do now!”

Peter swings the two of you to the top of a bridge and answers Ned calling him on the phone. “Dude,” Peter says.

“Dude!” Ned exclaims.

“Dude!”

“Dude!” You shout to get Peter’s attention. It’s hard to balance with the wind blowing as hard as it is.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

“I’ve been better.”

“Yo, Peter!” Someone shouts from the Roosevelt Island tram. People are staring at the two of us from the tram, from balconies... there are even helicopters following us.

“We should go,” you decide. “Like, now, Pete.”

“Okay... okay, um... we’ll take the subway.”

“We’ll do what now?”

Peter doesn’t answer, wrapping an arm around you and jumping off the bridge. He uses a web to open a grate in the sidewalk and the two of you fall through it, right behind where Flash is walking.

Peter swings along in the underground subway tunnel. You see lights. “Peter, the train, look out!” He swings the both of you down another tunnel, narrowly avoiding the subway. You reach a pothole and appear in the street next to Delmar’s Deli-Grocery. Peter climbs out after you and closes the pothole cover.

“I think I like aboveground travel better,” you joke nervously.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. Let’s go.”

Using lampposts, he swings along with you over a bridge to his and May’s home in Queens. He sticks to the side of the building by his window. He’s brought you in this way before, so you fall back into the routine of him resting his hand on your back as you open the window and climb through. He accidentally – and briefly – rests his hand on your ass before moving it up to your back again.

“I’m so sorry!” He exclaims.

“Bigger fish to fry than the fact that you touched my ass, Peter, get in here!”

He starts taking off his suit but keeps it half-on. Now he’s just in his underwear as you scour the room for a shirt or pants or something for him.

“Oh no,” he mumbles, raking his fingers through his hair.

“Peter...”

“Oh god.”

“Peter!”

“I don’t know what to do!”

The door opens. It’s Happy. Of course, it has to be Happy.

Peter drops his suit, and you freeze, looking between your boyfriend and Happy. “I didn’t see anything,” Happy says, rubbing his temple and looking away.

“This isn’t what it looks like, Happy,” Peter says.

May goes to close the door. “Practice safe s- Y/N, oh my god, hi, you’re back!”

“I am, yeah, hey, Aunt May.”

Peter points at Happy. “Wait, have you been crying?”

“We broke up.” Happy peers around the door to say it, though he looks like he’d like to do anything other than see Peter in his underwear.

“Oh. Oh! Uh...” He uses a web to close the window when someone calls to him from outside. You find Peter’s I survived my trip to NYC shirt and pass it to him. “Thank you,” he murmurs, shimmying into it. “I didn’t know you guys broke up, I thought you were in love, May!” Peter struggles to pull the shirt on. “Can we talk about this? I thought you guys were such a handsome couple.”

“You know, it’s really about boundaries,” May says.

“Oh, okay.” The door buzzes. May moves to go get it but Peter steers her towards the living room. “Let’s go in here.” You slip around the corner, wave at the person in the doorway and slam the door shut in their face. You join everyone in the living room in time to hear a bit of May and Peter’s conversation.

“...So awkward about sex, Peter,” May says calmly.

“This has nothing to do with sex!” Peter whispers. You close the windows and the curtains, trying to keep prying eyes out.

“What’s that sound?” Happy asks.

Peter starts sliding around in his socks, closing the rest of the windows. One of the blinds doesn’t close all the way and Peter webs it down. Happy and May’s phones ding and Peter grabs them out of their hands.

“Would you two get off your phones for, like, five minutes? I just wanna talk to you about your relationship, okay?” He looks like he’s on the verge of tears for the second time today.

“Peter,” you say softly, gesturing to the tv behind him.

“What?” He turns around and his shoulders sag, seeing the news. Live helicopter footage of the apartment building.

“Is that here?” May and Happy ask in unison.

“Um...” Peter sighs sadly and opens one of the blinds. Happy and May stand up from the couch and look out the window at the helicopters. You slip your hand into Peter’s. He looks at his aunt and at Happy. “I mean maybe it’s not such a big deal.”

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Long story short, it was a big deal. Then, you, Peter, Ned and MJ didn’t get into MIT. And then the multiverse broke open. And now, unfortunately, Peter has a plan.

You, Ned and MJ gather at the foot of the Statue of Liberty, watching Peter fight with Green Goblin. Peter 2 and Peter 3 notice him and run to help, but you and your friends can’t even move.

Your Peter picks up Goblin’s glider, ready to bring it down over him.

Before the Goblin can take the hit, Peter 2 jumps in front of your Peter and stops him from bringing it down on his opponent. After a silent staring contest, you watch your Peter drop the glider.

Just when you think all is safe, Peter 2 is stabbed in the back by Green Goblin and falls back. The Goblin taunts your Peter. Peter 3 throws Osborn’s antidote to your Peter, and he stabs it into the Goblin’s neck. Osborn falls to his knees in front of your him.

Your Peter and Peter 3 go to help Peter 2 while the sky continues to split open with purple light. Doctor Strange is still at the top of the statue, trying to hold off more multiversal opponents. Your Peter swings up to him.

Useless. Helpless. Nothing you can do, the voice in your head tells you.

Would you fucking go away already? You think back.

After a moment, Peter swings back down to the other Peters and the sky starts to fix itself as Strange creates what looks like another line of spell work. You see your boyfriend hug the other Peters. He swings up to you, Ned and MJ.

“Oh, god, are you okay?” You ask immediately. The three of you envelope him in a tight group hug.

“I’m good, are you guys okay?”

“Yeah, we’re okay. We’re okay.”

The four of us separate and Peter notices a cut on my head. “Oh my god, you’re bleeding,” he murmurs, cradling your face in his hands and looking at it.

“Peter, I’m okay, I promise. I promise.” You cover his hands with yours.

“Everyone’s been cured now,” MJ mentions. “We should go, right?”

Peter looks between all three of us, his eyes watering a little. He spares a glance up at Strange, then meets your eyes. “You’re gonna forget who I am.”

Ned shakes his head. “What?”

“We’re, what? What, we... what’re you talking about?” You ask worriedly. Peter takes a deep breath.

“It’s okay. I’m gonna come and find you, all of you. And I’ll explain everything. I’ll make you remember me. And it’ll be like none of this ever happened.”

You comb your fingers through your hair, tears beginning to spill down your cheeks at the thought of what’s to come. Forget Peter? Your Peter? Your everything? How can you forget the one thing that keeps you grounded in this crazy world of heroes and villains? The one thing that keeps you sane?

“Okay, but what if that doesn’t work?” You ask desperately. “What if, what if that doesn’t work? What if we, we can’t remember you? I don’t wanna do that? I don’t wanna do that! Peter, we just got back together, I can do that, I can’t lose you again. Is there not something we can do? Fix this another way? What...”

“Y/N/N, it’s gonna be okay,” Peter whispers, taking your hand.

“We can’t come up with, like, a plan or something? There’s always something we can do, there’s always... we could... you... I...”

Peter shakes his head. “There’s nothing we can do. But it’ll be okay.”

“You promise?” Ned asks quietly.

“Yeah, I promise.”

You hold back a sob while Ned and Peter do their handshake and end it with a hug. MJ rubs your arm sympathetically.

“I’ll come find you, okay?” Peter mutters to Ned.

“I know you will.”

“You better,” MJ interjects. “If you don’t, I’m just gonna figure it out. I’ve done it before, I can do it again.” Peter hugs her, then turns to me.

“I’ve known you my whole life, Peter, I don’t know how I’m gonna forget about you, I don’t think that’s possible for me,” you murmur, wiping your eyes.

“You’ve always believed in the impossible,” Peter says. “When I come get you, when I tell you who I am, and everything we’ve done, it’ll sound impossible. Believe it, Y/N, please, believe it. I don’t know what I’ll do without you. I need you to remember.”

“I’ll remember who you are if it’s the last thing I ever fucking do,” you say, your voice thick with emotion.

“I promise I’ll fix this.”

“I know you will.” You scoff. “I really hate magic.”

Peter laughs sadly. “Yeah, me too.”

You cradle his face in your hands. “I love you. I love you so much.”

“I lo-”

“Just... wait,” you say quietly. “Wait and tell me when you see me again.” Peter hesitates, then nods slowly. You capture his lips in a slow kiss, trying to convey every single one of your thoughts and emotions into just this one kiss before you lose your best friend and the love of your life, possibly for good.

Peter steps away from the three of you and you all share a sad smile. He climbs onto the wall, looking out over the city, then back at you guys before swinging away.

That’s your breaking point. You fall to your knees, no longer able to control the sobs racking your body. Ned and MJ kneel down beside you, wrapping their arms around you. You cry into Ned's shoulder, awaiting the inevitable.

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Weeks pass. You wander down the street to the little café where MJ works to meet her and Ned. Brooklyn’s Peter Pan Donut & Pastry Shop. You’re walking behind a guy around your age who’s holding a piece of paper and seems to be reciting something. You can’t hear him, though, because your earbuds are in.

You stop in front of a store a few doors down from the shop, looking at a bracelet in the window that you think MJ would like. You consider going in to buy it, but you decide to go after you meet with her and Ned.

When you walk in, the familiar guy is there, standing by the counter, watching MJ. She’s chatting with a customer. The door jingles, signalling your arrival. She turns around and smiles at you, waving a little. The bell on the door jingles again and Ned walks in behind you. “Hey, man!” He says.

“Hey, Ned, good to see ya.” The two of you bump fists and Ned walks over to his usual spot at the back counter, mumbling a “Hello” to MJ.

“Hey, doll,” you say to her, leaning over the counter to give her a quick kiss.

“Hey, Y/N,” she replies. “How’s your day been? What did the publisher say?”

“He loved it, actually! He said it was even better that the first book! I’m going back tomorrow to discuss pricing and printing.” You grin widely. You’ve always wanted to get your books published.

“That’s amazing!”

“What’s this about Y/N getting his book published?” Ned asks eagerly.

“Ah, it’s no big deal,” you say, shrugging it off.

“Uh, of course, it’s a big deal! My best friend, the published author!”

“Alright, alright.”

“My boyfriend, the published author,” MJ interjects with a smile.

“I love you guys,” you say, walking over to give Ned a hug and to sit with him.

“Can I help you?” MJ asks the familiar guy. You watch him curiously. There’s just something about him that intrigues you, like you’ve seen him before. But you haven’t. At least, you’re pretty sure you haven’t.

“Hi,” he says to MJ. “Um. My name is Peter Parker, and I...” He trails off, studying MJ’s face. He looks nervous for some reason, like he’s about to say the most important thing in the world. “Would like a coffee, please,” he finishes awkwardly. Somehow you can tell that that’s not what he came to say. His eyes are a soft brown, like milk chocolate. You tilt your head, still watching him.

“Okay... no problem, Peter Parker,” MJ answers.

He looks over at you and sees you looking at him. Usually, you’d look away when you get caught staring at someone, but you can’t bring yourself to tear your eyes away from him. He looks way too familiar to just be some stranger.

MJ grabs two donuts from the shelf; one for Ned and one for me. “Donuts for my fellow Engineer, and for Y/N.”

“What?” Ned asks.

“MIT, they’re the Engineers. The mascot.”

“Oh, right, right, right. I should probably know that.” He chuckles. “Look at you with the school spirit.”

“If you tell anybody, I will deny it. Y/N? You okay?”

“Hm?” You finally look away from the boy named Peter Parker. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m, I’m all good.” You smile at her, but it doesn’t feel genuine to you. Seeing this Peter Parker guy is really throwing you off. You look at him again and he’s still watching you.

“Peter Parker?” MJ says, returning to the cash register to give him his coffee. He doesn’t look away from you. MJ repeats herself. He finally looks at her. “Your coffee.”

“Right. Thank you.” He hesitates. “Are you excited for MIT?”

She looks confused for a moment, then realizes she must have heard you guys talking. “Oh, right, yeah. Yeah, actually, I am excited, which is weird because I don’t really get excited about things. I kind of expect disappointment.”

“Because then you’ll never actually be disappointed?” Peter suggests. “Right?”

“Uh, yeah, right. It just, um, I dunno, it kinda feels different this time for some reason.” After an awkward moment of silence between them, Peter reaches into his back pocket for money to pay for the coffee. He’s about to speak again when he notices something, the cut on MJ’s forehead. “Are you okay?” He gestures to his own forehead to show that he’s talking about the cut.

“Oh. Yeah, it... it doesn’t hurt anymore.” He stares at her, like he’s remembering something. MJ closes the register. “Is there anything else?”

Peter smiles almost sadly, shaking his head a little. “No,” he says quietly. “Thank you.” He nods to the coffee as he slips the receipt in his back pocket.

“No problem.”

Peter looks over at you and Ned, then back at MJ. “I’ll see you around.”

He leaves the shop.

A half-formed plan in your mind makes you get up from your seat. “I’ll be right back, guys,” you say quickly to Ned and MJ.

You follow Peter out onto the sidewalk. He’s half a block away already.

“Peter Parker!” You yell down the street to him. He turns around with wide eyes. “Do you know us?”

“Uh... what?”

You sigh, jogging up the street to stand with him. The snow is really starting to come down now, looking like icing sugar on Peter’s brown curls. “I can’t shake this feeling that I know you somehow,” you say. “You look familiar, your name sounds familiar, and your voice stirs something in my memory, like I’ve forgotten something important. Do you know us? Because you looked like you did, back there.”

Peter stares blankly, dumbstruck. You roll your eyes and take a pen out of the inner pocket of your jacket. You grab his hand, holding it palm up, and you write your name and your cell phone number on it. Then, you force the pen into his hand and hold yours open.

He blinks.

“This is my not-so-subtle way of telling you to give me your number,” you say bluntly, a smile tugging at your lips. “I want to figure out why I feel like I know you. So, let’s meet up sometime. I’ll need your number to do that, so write it down.” Peter almost hesitates, but then writes his cell number on your hand. "Thank you. I’ll call you. Soon.”

The thought of that puts a look on Peter’s face like Christmas came early. “Yeah. Yeah, okay. I’ll answer.”

————————

Later that day, you find yourself making your way to the cemetery to visit the grave of May Parker. After meeting Peter, you felt like you needed to go there. She was like a second mother to you. She had taken you under her wing when you started volunteering at F.E.A.S.T., and the two of you had been really close ever since. When you reach her grave, there’s already two people there: an older man, and Peter Parker. You stand next to Peter. “We meet again, mystery man,” you tease softly. Peter smiles a little.

“How’d you know her?” The older man asks the two of you.

“Volunteer work,” you reply, “and Spider-Man.”

Peter looks at you cautiously. “Spider-Man for me, too.”

“Same,” the man says. “I lost a good friend a while back. Felt like this. It hurts ‘cause they’re gone, and it hurts all over again because you remember what they stood for, and you wonder: is all of that gone too?”

“No, it’s not gone,” Peter says.

“It’s never gone,” you add. “Everyone that she helped...”

“They’ll keep it going,” you and Peter say at the same time. You look at each other and blush, then look back at May’s grave.

“You really think so?” The man says.

“I know it,” Peter answers. “Take care of yourself, okay?”

“Yeah. Nice to meet you. Both of you.”

“Yeah, you too, man,” you say, clapping the man’s shoulder. You walk away with Peter in silence. “You need a ride back to... well, wherever you’re going?”

“Don’t worry about it, really, you don’t need to go to the trouble, Y/N.” He says your name gently but with emotion, as though there’s memories behind it, more than just meeting you in a coffee shop.

“It’s no trouble, Peter, really,” you insist. “I heard it’s supposed to start snowing soon, you don’t wanna get caught in that.”

Peter hesitates. “I guess not.”

You and Peter walk to your car. He gives you the address and you laugh. “I live in that building, too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Maybe you can come over sometime.”

“Uh... yeah, okay. I’m only just moving in, actually.”

“Need a hand? I’ve got a free weekend.”

Peter stares at you for a moment before saying anything. “That would be great. Yeah. Yeah, that would be great.”

“Awesome.”

You drive the two of you to the apartments, millions of thoughts running through your mind. Why does Peter act so weird around you? And most importantly...

Why the fuck is he so familiar?

A/N: thank you so much to @drainfury for requesting this! I probably could have piled more angst into it in certain scenes but I just cannot stay mad at Peter Parker 😂 I’m thinking of making a part two where the reader tries to figure out why Peter is so familiar and all that, lmk if I should. Feedback is encouraged and appreciated! Let me know if you’d like to be added to a Peter Parker or Tom Holland tag list! Thanks for reading! Oh and if you comment and @h1gh-funct1on1ng-soc1opath replies, it’s still me! Have a great day!

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