Peter's never really been one to visualize places or things, but he can’t help but think about what life would be like in this apartment.
Making it their own. Hanging paintings and arranging furniture and painting walls if they were allowed. Talking about their days, listening to MJ talk about the launches she has and campaigns she’s running while he cooks dinner. Patrolling on clear evenings, leaving from the fire escape while she waits for him to return home.
Peter doesn’t visualize a future often, but he can’t help but play it all out in his mind, his heart swelling at the opportunity to grow old with a girl he met in high school and fell in love with through everything.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
“Hey,” MJ says.
“Hey,” Peter says, like it’s completely normal for him to walk into P.E. with a big-ass black eye.
“Let me rephrase,” MJ says. “Hey, Peter, what happened to your face?”
some spideychelle hurt/comfort, post-endgame, pre-ffh
E | 14 chapters | collab with @seek--rest | midnights finale
She might not be dating Peter, might be sleeping with him but it’s different, now.
Different than it had been when they were kids who really didn’t know what they were doing and very different from when they were in college, so deeply intertwined with each other that when they finally broke up, it was like coming up for air.
He’s her best friend now, deeply and truly– the first person she thinks to call when she’s had a shit day and the one she wants to talk to when something goes great.
But it’s different– different between the two of them not just because of their own lives and experiences, but different expectations.
She doesn’t want a relationship right now and for what she thinks is the first time in her life, she believes Peter when he says he doesn’t want one either.
Nobody believes Peter when he says he’s married to Michelle Jones.
“You are not married to Michelle Jones,” Johnny says, disbelief coloring every word. “The Michelle Jones? Like the most famous actress of our generation? Ms. Michelle ‘I got a Ph.D. in psychology by twenty-six and randomly got scouted as a model and turned to acting’ Jones?”
“How do you—never mind, I don’t wanna know. Wikipedia is a website of too many facts. And, besides, it’s Mrs. Michelle Jones-Watson-Parker, actually.” Peter shrugs. “But that’s kind of a mouthful. She’s just Michelle Jones in a professional capacity.”
He couldn’t talk to anyone about anything—he couldn’t even form words in the comfort of his own apartment to try to speak out loud to Tony. He had no technology, nothing. For the first time in his life, Peter Parker was completely and utterly alone, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Until a six year old Morgan H. Stark climbed into the chair across from him and said, “Hi Peter!”
Post No Way Home, somehow Morgan Stark is the only one that remembers that Peter Parker exists.
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Remember (verb): to recall to the mind by an act or effort of memory; to think of again.
Peter never expected anyone to remember who he was ever again.
In the weeks since the fight at the Statue of Liberty, he had gotten quite used to being…and feeling alone.
He grieved May, alone. He watched Happy move on, alone. He watched his girlfriend and best friend get into the colleges of their dreams, alone. He lost everything, alone.
“Just wait. Wait and tell me when you see me again.”
“I promise, I’ll fix this.”
“I really hate magic.”
As time went on, Peter tried to find a silver lining, he really did. He started studying for his GED, even though he was months away from receiving a diploma of his own before everything happened. He found a decent job and an apartment that wasn’t terrible to live in. It didn’t have much, but he could make rent and had a roof over his head, which is really all he needed. He eventually used May’s old sewing machine to make a new suit, because well, the Stark suit just didn’t feel right anymore. It didn’t even recognize him anyways. He shoved it in the back of the closet under a bunch of boxes that held May’s things and left it there. It brought him a small sense of peace to know that when Tony died, he still knew Peter.
But then again, he wondered if Tony could’ve fought a different way to fix things. To make sure none of this didn’t happen in the first place. He would’ve found a way to save May, right?
He often wondered about Peter’s 2 & 3. How things were going in their original universes. Did the spell affect them too? Did Peter 3 make peace with losing Gwen? Did he find his purpose again? One day, Peter would find a way to find them again, even if they were parts of himself, maybe there was a chance they still knew him.
He couldn’t talk to anyone about anything—he couldn’t even form words in the comfort of his own apartment to try to speak to Tony. He had no technology, nothing. He couldn’t call up an avenger for help, at least not as Peter Parker. He didn’t need help as Spider-man, he needed help as Peter. For the first time in his life, Peter Parker was completely and utterly alone, and there was nothing he could do about it.
He didn’t realize it was nearly Christmas until the mall a few blocks from his apartment put up a giant Christmas tree in the center of it. He often found himself here before a patrol, sitting at the food court and watching families find gifts for their loved ones. He forced himself to not think about his family...his friends…everyone that simply forgot he existed in order to save the multiverse.
At least, he thought everyone did.
Until a six-year-old Morgan H. Stark climbed into the chair across from him and said, “Hi Peter!”
