The apartment that Peter moved into recently was his own little bubble. No one other than himself (and the landlord) had stepped foot inside since the space became his. It was small, still pretty bare— but it was his. And for being thrown into this situation, Peter thought he was doing pretty well for himself.
He found a small futon recently and dragged it up the stairs, barely able to fit it through the door. It was comfortable enough, and nice to have when he had a little bit of time to watch the old TV he spotted in a large dumpster the week before. The table with his sewing machine also held his school books and a mug with all his pens and pencils. And against the wall, Peter moved the Sith Lord Lego and MJ’s necklace pieces so they would be out of the way.
The problem was that he had no pictures. Every piece of evidence that he existed along side anyone else had been erased. It made him feel fake. It made him angry. Every photo with May, with Ben, with MJ and Ned, with Tony— gone. He was scared he would forget, because his own memory was all he had left.
Cue: Felicia Hardy. The first person to notice Peter after the entire world was memory wiped and forgot who he was. She had no connection to his past, and so he could look at her and be free of the knot in his stomach that was there when he was around MJ or Ned. That in itself was something he was drawn to. But she was practically magnetic, pulling Peter in. And he didn’t fight against it.
Being faced with the idea of her visiting his place meant that he was now hyperaware of every flaw and everything it lacked. Felicia was the exact opposite of this place— sparkling and sharp and fancy. Fancy? Was that the right word? Well, maybe not everyone thought she was but Peter certainly did.
He needed friends. He needed connections. He needed to do something about the deep loneliness he carried with him everyday. It was dark and scary and threatened to swallow him whole. Felicia made the first move, she was the one interested. So Peter decided.. why not?
Peter was pacing around his little kitchen area near the door, wringing his hands, when he heard her knock. A few quick steps got him there and after clicking the lock open and turning the knob, there she was.
“Hi.” He sounded slightly out of breath, like an idiot, but he was smiling.
Historically speaking, Felicia Hardy didn’t do cute. She didn’t do nice, either. For a smart girl she had a series of bad decisions that still haunted her. The best way to get over the past, she had decided, was to push headlong into the future. Maybe she didn’t have a future at ESU anymore. Maybe her dad was -- well, Walter was Walter. He had always been the same. Felicia both loved and resented him. She saw the older and more established versions of herself and it both filled her with curiosity and ignited her competitive streak. So that’s what they could do? She’d do better. What the hell even was better? That question wasn’t in her head, for once, as she stared at the mirror.
Platinum blonde hair, red lipstick, black eyeliner. It almost looked like she was trying to impress someone. Felicia was pretty decently certain that she could show up in her work-out gear and be impressive to the boy she was pretty sure would be the type to own only a single fork. Still, this was just going to his apartment and not casing a black tie event. Her black dress was oversized and off the shoulder. It still gave the illusion of her form while allowing her to be able to sit and breathe at the same time. It was a last minute decision that led her to sticking her costume in her slightly too large to be a purse purse.
Queens was a hike from the tiny apartment that Felicia was renting in Manhattan. She gave off the air of having money, and she did have some, but she also stole a lot of the jewelry and goods that she possessed. Would Spider-man approve? Definitely not. That’s why she wasn’t planning on telling him that her tennis bracelet had recently belonged to someone else.
Arriving outside his apartment, Felicia patted down the top of her hair to make sure it was still in place. Her knock led to the door being opened shortly after, and her smile was sincere. “Hey, you. Are these the infamous digs?” Blue eyes looked into the apartment behind him. “Feel free to invite me in.”
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