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Shattered Memories • Chapter IV: What Friends Are For • {Peter Parker x Stark!Reader}

Chapter Genre: Idk tbh, some regular degular conversations between friends. Chapter Warnings: None (???) Masterlist

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A girlish scream came from the doorway of the restaurant and you winced knowing exactly who it was. You looked over to see Celina running towards you and hugging you tightly almost knocking the wind out of you and out of your seat at the bar.

“Oh my god, (Y/N),” Celi exclaimed. “It’s so good to see you!”

Celina was wearing a black fitted cropped cardigan that had a sweetheart neckline and a dark purple, floral-lace, high-waisted mini skirt with a black belt. Her long, brown hair was pulled up into a bun on top of her head and her bangs fell on her forehead and around the frame of her face. A tattoo choker and a velvet choker with a silver moon charm on it wrapped around her neck and she had silver moons hanging from her ears and various silver rings on her fingers. Her nails were black and her makeup was simple but bold with thick eyeliner and dark purple lips. She seemed a little taller but it was because of the ankle demonia boots she was wearing.

She reminded you of a character that would be in a film that was a cross between Sabrina Spellman from The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina and a character from The Craft which just happens to be two of her favorite things to watch.

“Hey, Celi,” you smiled and hugged back. “It’s good to see you too.”

“Damn, Celina,” you heard a familiar voice chuckle, coming from behind her. “Don’t choke her to death.”

Ned was wearing a simple outfit that contrasted with Celina’s very detailed look. He wore a black tee shirt with a pair of denim jeans, a blue letterman jacket with white sleeves with MIT in red letters on it, and red classic vans. He wore a red beanie and a pair of black glasses.

Celi pulled back and looked at him. “Darling, you and I both know that I don’t even have half of the capacity to choke her out,” she giggled.

Celina and Ned have been dating for 4 and a half years. Almost immediately after the day at the Statue of Liberty, she went to train with the sorcerers at the Sanctum Sanctorum. Six months later she was able to speak for the time in her life. You remember the first thing she did was confess her love to Ned just to find out that he felt the same way she did. They’ve been together ever since.

And she was a chatterbox but all of you loved that about her.

“Ned!” You exclaimed and got up and hugged him.

“Hey (Y/N)!” He matched your energy and tone and hugged you back. “It’s been, like, way too long since any of us have seen you.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” You apologized genuinely as you pulled away.

You turn slightly to see another figure you haven’t seen in a while. She was wearing a plain white tee that was tucked into black, distressed mom jeans that were rolled up at the hem, an oversized denim jacket that was rolled up at the sleeves, and white Converse. Her hair was chin-length and curly and she had minimal makeup on. It contrasted your black leather jacket, black AC/DC Band tee, black distressed fitted jeans, and your black Doc Martens.

She gave you a blank expression.

You looked back at her with the same expression. “Michelle.”

“(Y/N).” She responded and squinted at you.

You do the same as Ned and Celina looked at each of you silently. You two eyed each other for a good ten seconds before you cracked under the false tension and giggled. She snorted and did the same thing.

“Come here, you loser.” She smiled and held her arms open.

You quickly hugged your best friend as she hugged you back for a moment and rocked side to side. Ned and Celina let out a relieved sigh and laugh.

“Nice to know you’re not a hologram,” she joked.

“I missed you too, MJ,” you chuckle as you pull back.

You all sat down at a table and began catching up immediately. You found out that MJ had gotten into theater as a side gig and wanted to audition for something bi, Celina started a YouTube channel and began taking singing lessons and Ned was working on his Master’s Program at MIT. You told them about life as a CEO and how the first year is driving you crazy already and how Morgan is a pain in the ass but you love her nonetheless. You guys laughed and gossiped about the little things and talked about your future plans as you guys ate. You guys sat there for a while.

“So, I have some news,” Celina smiled.

We all looked at her wondrously and she showed her hand with a beautiful diamond ring on it and a smug smile on her face. You and MJ had shocked expressions on your faces as you looked from each other to her to Ned who smiled at the two of you.

“We’re engaged,” he chimed.

You squealed and got up hugged them both and sang congratulations to them repeatedly. MJ also got up and hugged them. Once you guys settled back into your seats, Celina continued to tell you how they got engaged. It was something they started talking about and then one day at a dinner at his family’s house, he got on one knee and asked. She cried even though she knew it was going to happen at some point, but this doesn’t surprise you because Celina was always a softie at heart.

“Enough about us,” Celina giggled. “What about you two? Any love interests.”

“Nah,” MJ said. “Been too busy with auditions and stuff. But I also don’t want anything right now.”

“Valid,” Celina responded and shifted her eyes to you. “And you?”

You instantly thought about Peter and debated on telling them about him or not. You opened your mouth and then closed it pressing your lips together before sighing and looking up and over at particularly nothing and you thought of what to say to them.

“Aht-Aht, Nuh-Uh,” MJ started. “You’re doing your I’m-About-To-Tell-A-Lie face.”

You looked at her with a defensive smile, “I am not!”

“You are,” Ned replied with a smirk. “Like you’re about to tell us a big lie.”

“I am not!”

“You can’t fool us,” Celina said crossing her arms over her chest and looking at you suspiciously. “We know you too well.”

You looked to each of your friends staring you down to hear your response before you sighed in defeat.

“Okay! Okay,” you started throwing your hands up in a defensive surrender. “There is someone but…”

How could you tell to them when even you don’t have all of the answers to whatever was going on between you and Peter and your unknown past? Plus, since Ned and MJ know him from the coffee shop you didn't want Michelle to grill him like she probably would.

“But?” Celina sang in encouragement for you to continue.

“It’s….complicated.” You stated.

MJ's brows furrowed. "Complicated how?"

"Well," You hesitate to let out a deep breath. "I like him but there's a disconnection. It's like I know him but I don't know him at the same time. And I want to know him but… I dunno, it's like he's afraid of me knowing something."

"Wow," MJ nodded slowly. "That is complicated. And confusing."

"Yeah," you responded. "Remember when I felt like I had that empty space? When I'm with him I feel …complete."

"Awww," Celina cooed with a soft baby animal look in her eye. "That's so cute!"

“Yeah, maybe in some romance book or movie,” you deadpanned. “But I just…I dunno.”

There was a silence that fell over you guys for a long moment before someone spoke again.

“Hey,” Ned smiled softly. “If you’re serious about this guy, I would just communicate with him a little better on how you feel.”

“Yeah and if he turns out to be a dudebro, I can vaporize him,” Celina added.

“Dear fucking god, no,” you replied blinking your eyes in disbelief. “No vaporizing.”

“I was joking,” Celina sang. “I don’t even know how to vaporize people…yet.”

You all giggled softly.

“In all honesty, you can always turn to us when you need help,” MJ smiled at you.

“Thanks, you guys,” you smiled.

“Of course,” MJ replied. “What are friends for?”

Later on, you guys went in separate ways with Celina and Ned leaving together hand-in-hand, and MJ and you walked in the opposite direction. You two were in no rush to part so you walked at a slow pace.

“So,” she started. “Tell me what’s really going on with you and mystery man.”

You look at her. Damn it. “I can’t keep anything from you can I?”

“Of course not,” She said in a tone that said ‘obviously’, “I’m the Michelle John Watson to your Sherstark Holmes. We’re partners, I know you more than you know yourself sometimes.”

You laughed at her statement. “Very true, very true.”

She smiled. “So tell me. What’s going on, girl.”

You let out a sigh and stopped walking, she took a few steps before she noticed that you stopped and followed suit and turned to look at you with a worried look on her face.

“You remember those dreams I told you about?”

“Yeah, faceless boy right?”

You nodded. “It’s him.”

Her eyes widened for a moment and then they squinted in thought, “So they really are memories…”

“Yeah,” you press your lips together. “And I think he knows it.”

“...Is it that guy you asked us about? Peter Parker.”

You looked at her silently. Fuck. Sometimes you forget how perceptive and observant MJ is. And her memory was always on point, especially when it came to attention to detail.

“He knows us doesn’t he?” She added.

You stayed silent.

“And we know him.”

You hesitate a second before nodding.

“But we don’t remember him.”

You nodded again.

“Do you think it’s like some…premonition or something? Maybe Celina can help.”

You shake your head. “Not until I have enough information on it.”

She held her chin in between her fingers and she looked up in thought. “I could get it out of him for you.”

“No, Michelle,” you said sternly. “Please I am begging you don’t interrogate him. I did that already and if you do it he’ll nearly piss himself and probably leave the country. I’m not chasing him around the world.”

“Nah, you would,” She responded. “If it meant you being able to solve your migraine problem, you would.”

You would. You sighed.

“Fine, I won’t grill him. I’ll leave it in your hands.” She raised her hands in surrender. “But you know where to find me if shit gets real.”

You smiled. “I know.”

“Parker, are you still hungover or something?”

Peter looked over at his blonde and blue-eyed friend, Gwen Stacy, who was tapping his shoulder and looking at him with her eyebrow lifted.

Peter was sitting at a table in the food court area with his friends at Empire State University. It was a thing they did in between and after class. Across from him sat Gwen Stacy and next to him sat Harry Osborn. Next to Gwen was her boyfriend, Miles Morales, and next to Miles was Pavitr Prabhakar. Next to Harry sat Cindy Moon.

These were the people Peter surrounded himself with. They were brilliant-minded people who came from different walks of life and Peter had learned so much from them honestly.

Gwen is the daughter of a police captain named George Stacy (who really did not like Spiderman) and she was studying Biochemistry. She had short blonde hair that had pink, purple, and blue dip-dyed tips, bright blue eyes, and light freckles that danced across her cheeks. She had a rocker style and played the drums. Peter knew that you two would get along well because of how similar you guys were. He often imagined what it would be like if you, MJ, and Gwen were best friends with each other. It would be the sarcasm olympics.

He let out a sigh. “No, I’m fine now. Just exhausted.”

And he was. Exhausted anyways. He partied hard Saturday night at Harry’s frat house. He probably went a little too hard. Both Harry and Gwen were concerned with how much he drank and how many edibles he ate that night. He didn’t exactly mean to get so wasted, but he couldn’t get his nerves to calm down.

He couldn’t stop his senses from craving you.

“Then why do you look so sad?” Harry asked from beside him.

Harry Osborn, is the son of Norman Osborn who is the founder, owner, and CEO of Oscorp, a robotics and chemical manufacturing company. He was going to school for business administration. Although Harry was a rich kid he was humble and didn’t really flaunt his financial privilege. His style looked expensive though and probably was. He had dark blonde hair and blue eyes and was a really handsome guy. He was a really nice guy but Peter kept a close eye on his father since in another universe his dad was the green goblin. Harry was also a friend of yours from middle school, so when Peter became friends with him he knew a bit about him already.

“I’m not sad,” Peter defended with not much conviction in his tone.

“Well, he did say you looked sad,” Miles added. “You don’t have to be sad to look sad. But I know you’re lying because your dumbass got what they call ‘white girl wasted’ the other night.”

Miles Morales is the son of Jefferson Davis, another police captain (who also isn’t fond of Spiderman) and former crime-fighting partner to George Stacy. He is married to Rio Morales, who has patched up Spiderman on numerous occasions when things were serious enough that he had to be rushed to the hospital immediately. If she knew his real identity, she never said anything, which he appreciated. Together they had Miles, who is just as much of a genius as you are. He went to MIT for Engineering but graduated with his degree within two years and is now going to ESU for an art degree. He was brilliant at Graffiti art and often did mural commissions for different buildings as a side gig. He had black hair with a fade undercut that had a thunderbolt-like design on the sides and back of his head and big brown eyes. Peter met him through Gwen.

“I did not get ‘white girl wasted’.” Peter defended again. “I got wasted but definitely not ‘white-girl wasted’.”

“Dude, seriously?” Pavitr added. “You were crying so hard at one point that you threw up all over the yard. I don’t think the grass needed your emotions all over them.”

Pavitr Prabhakar is from India and he came to New York when he was fourteen on a scholarship to Horizon High, a school for brilliant and genius minds. He had big brown eyes and the most luscious hair Peter had ever seen. He was almost jealous of it. Nobody believed him when he said that he only uses coconut oil in his hair. Pav also went to MIT and graduated early and was now going to ESU for an art degree. He is notably really good at doing yo-yo tricks and poi flow arts and often will show off his tricks at parties. He was also really good at doing stunts and he and Peter would often go to the gym and practice parkour moves there.

“So, I had a little too much to drink,” Peter admitted. “And too much of everything else but I promise you I’m fine.”

Gwen hummed not believing a word he said.

“Then, tell us,” Cindy started. “Who’s the girl you were all upset about?”

Peter looked at her shocked.

“You said her name at the party,” she added. “And she’s definitely not one of us.”

Cindy Moon is someone Peter knew from Midtown Tech. She was briefly friends with Celina when they were in the same Hallyu club together. Cindy had long black hair with wispy bangs and almond-shaped brown eyes. She was Gwen’s best friend. Peter didn’t know much about her family, mostly because she never liked to talk about it, but they bonded over their time at Midtown Tech and how they should have become friends sooner. Not that it would have mattered. She was going to school for a communications major.

Peter looked at each of his friends one by one and they looked back at him suspiciously and expectantly. He then sighed and his shoulders dropped. He couldn’t believe he was actually going to even try to explain to them anything about this situation. It was already crazy enough for him to understand but then to try and explain it in the simplest way possible without sounding like he’s gone absolutely sideways, but he’d try. He was clever and smart so he could figure out a way.

“Alright, fine I’ll tell you,” Peter started. “But don’t make it weird.”

Each of them threw out ‘okays’ and ‘promise’ before they all turned their undivided attention to Peter.

“So…there’s this girl.”

“I knew it!” Gwen exclaimed. “Pay up, Osborn.”

Peter looked from one blonde to another with his face twisted in an expression of confusion and disbelief. Harry cursed under his breath and sighed as pulled out his wallet. Seriously?

“You guys bet on this?” Peter asked his tone one of disbelief.

“Yep,” Gwen smirked. “In levels. Depending on how this goes I might walk out of here with 20 bucks or one hundred.”

Peter blinked but smirked softly at the two of them curiosity filling his mind. “Okay, you weirdos, can I continue without your outbursts?”

“Sorry,” Gwen said, genuinely apologetic. “Go on.”

“Alright, so there’s this girl, and…she forgot who I am.” He explained sheepishly.

“Oh?” Pav asked lifting an eyebrow.

“How?” Harry asked with furrowed brows. “Like…literally forgot who you are? Or like ‘left you in the dust for some other person’ kind of forgot?”

“Literally,” Peter nodded. “Kind of like Amnesia.”

“Jinjja?” Cindy exclaimed in her mother tongue of Korean. (translation: “Really?”)

“We were…dating and then she forgot about me and….now she’s back in my life because she knows that she knows me but she doesn’t remember me. And it’s been causing her to have these really bad migraines and honestly…I don’t know how to help her yet because whenever I’m close to her, her migraines get worse. She has a doctor that she works with but I dunno if she’s been actually going to them. And I can’t tell her ‘Hey, I’m your boyfriend from five years ago’ or some shit like that. That sounds so…so creepy and… manipulative.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Gwen replied. “Unless she was like super rich or something.”

Peter looked at Gwen and pressed his lips together with a look that told her that her statement was in fact true. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open.

“So she’s a trust fund baby like Harrison over here!”

“It’s Harold,” Harry corrected. “And don’t call me that either.”

Peter took a deep breath. “I just don’t want to make this any more difficult for her than it already is and I don’t want her thinking that I’m only after her fortune. I couldn’t care less about how much money she has.” He leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Are you talking about (Y/N)?” Harry asked.

Peter looked his way with a careful look. “Uhm…” He scratched the back of his head nervously. “Y-Yeah…it’s (Y/N).”

“Stark?!” Gwen exclaimed. “You were dating (Y/N) Stark.” It came out more like a statement rather than a question. “You almost had me there, Peter Parker.”

“You don’t believe me?” Peter asked raising an eyebrow.

“ I would believe you more if you told us that you’re Spiderman,” Miles added with a look of disbelief.

Peter nearly snorted. Man, if you knew.

“I believe you,” Cindy interjected and everyone looked at her confused. “We went to Midtown Tech with her. I didn’t know her personally, but we talked a few times. She’s really cool. It makes sense for them to be together. You seem like her type. She always talked about her study dates with a cute, nerdy guy with Michelle Jones-Watson.”

Peter smiled a little to himself and blushed lightly.

“Okay, so if this is true,” Gwen started again. “I understand your sentiment. But I still think you should tell her.”

Peter threw his head back and sighed. “But what if it makes things difficult? What if it makes her migraines worse? Or…what if she doesn’t feel the same way about me anymore…?”

He had a hard time admitting that part out loud. Even though you both felt the pull and you clearly still felt something for him…or the idea of him anyway, five years is a long time and you both have grown to be different people than when you were seventeen, naive and in love.

But Peter was still in love with you, and he was afraid that it was just because of the idea of you too.

“Well then don’t tell her,” Harry stated matter-of-factly. “Just slowly get to know each other again, and whatever comes up in her memory of you, just let it happen.” He gave him a lopsided grin and a friendly, nonchalant shrug. “Go with the flow, Parker.”

Peter thought about it for a moment. Go with the flow. As simple as it was, that was probably the best advice he could have gotten.

“Yeah,” Cindy agreed. “Think of it as a way to start over and get to know each other in a new light.”

“Wait,” Miles said with a look of realization. “Did you say five years ago?”

“...Yep,” Peter replied, his voice higher than expected due to him having the fear to even confirm it.

“What caused her to forget you?” Pav asked clicking a pen softly in his hand.

“...Concussion,” Peter said. “Head injury during a battle of Spiderman’s.”

“Oh, that battle on the bridge, right?” Gwen asked. “With the Iron Spider Duo, right?”

"Yeah," Peter nodded remembering how you both had almost gotten your asses handed to you during that battle. "That one."

“Damn…” Miles said softly. “That’s a long ass time, and that’s brutal. I hope she gets better soon. Concussions are no joke, man.”

Peter wished he could tell them the full extent of the story.

"Yeah, especially with her migraines, you know? When I'm around her they get worse. It's like she's trying to force me into her memory. And even though I am the missing piece, it's like trying to put two magnets together."

Everyone went silent and everyone had a thoughtful look on their faces as the cogs in their neurons began turning. Peter realized he said something that resonated with their brain cells. He looked at each of his friends repeatedly.

“What?” Peter asked confused.

“That's the problem,” Harry replied. “Putting two magnets together.”

“Yeah? What are you getting at?” Peter asked.

“You have to put yourself into new memories.” Harry continued. “You're already in the old memories right? You're the magnet, her memories are the metal that the magnet attaches to,” He explained. “Since the you five years ago are already attached to those memories. What you need to do is attach yourself to new memories that can possibly replace the old memories."

"So like remaking those memories?"

"Exactly!" Harry smiled. “And it wouldn’t be manipulative, if anything it might help her remember both memories and she can appreciate both of them respectively.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works, Harry,” Cindy responded with an unsure tone in her voice.

“I mean, it’s worth a shot, no?” Harry glanced at her and shrugged before looking back to Peter. “If that doesn’t work then at least you can say that you tried right? And who knows, you might find out that you guys turn out to be great friends still.”

“Y’know for a frat bro, you’re kinda cool, Harry,” Gwen teased.

“Shut up,” He laughed as he squinted his eyes at her.

Peter chuckled softly before sitting up straight in his chair, “Thanks, you guys,” he smiled at his friends endearingly. “I feel better.”

“Anytime!” Pav smiled.

“But we better get updates on everything,” Gwen said with a serious look on her face but a not-so-serious tone in her voice.

Peter chuckled, “Only if she’s okay with it.”

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