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charg3rs0ck3t · 1 year

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Anti-heroism

(Alt title- “Save me?”)

TASM! Peter Parker x (vigilante) reader

Warnings: slight angst, mentions of domestic crimes, reader kills someone (not too graphic), almost death, knives, it’s really fucking long, some fluff.

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Not everyone is worth being saved.

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The first time you really met Spiderman, your hands were around his neck. You were slowly tightening your grip, but, as you looked up to watch the life leave his eyes, something you had eagerly awaited, you stopped as he began to mumble.

You knew that voice.

God fucking damnit.

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You hated heroes. Hated how they were considered salvations to a broken society. Maybe if the rich gave a shit the divide wouldn’t be so great.

Society is run off greed.

And yeah, sometimes the rich do give a shit, you weren’t saying thats the prime evil, the problem comes when assholes use chaos and desperation to make quick cash.

New York City was a prime example of the cesspits designed by and for humanity. In the beginning, there was no night that went by without the sound of an ambulance and a hearse in pursuit with last nights leftovers.

Now they just skipped the ambulance and went straight in with the hearse.

The city chewed people up and spat them out dead.

Heroism is dangerous. It is a false alias for mass destruction and major loss of life, and yet claims to be for the good of the people. A core of wickedness, hidden in a faux utilitarian shell. A being not whole unless causing harm and calling themself in favour of those who they massacre.

Heroism is a plague of the mind, but it doesn’t acquaint to the evil it fights. In concept, the idea was perfect. That’s where you came in.

Neither hero nor villain, but one who admits and atones to their wrongs without a need to do so. You had no image to uphold, doing what was right and paying the cost that took.

At least.. at least until you decided to catch the attention of the ‘local hero’.

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Growing up in New York City had its perks, one such being direction. But it was still a big city, things where constantly changing, so it wasn’t uncommon for you to drop into an alley a block or so over from your intended destination.

Usually, this was fine, however how were you to react when you come face to face with The Spiderman adjusting his costume and packing away casual clothes into a duffle.

Clearly, he didn’t know either because as he seemed to be adjusting the material at his shoulders, he turned a caught a glimpse of you.

There you two stood, at a stale mate, perfectly acquainted through previous minor conflicts and slightly contrasting morals. He began to panic, it was dreadfully obvious when all he could seem to do was gape like a fish.

“Don’t worry spider-boy, knowing what you look like would take all the fun out of it!” You exclaimed, turning your back and walking away, chuckling to yourself as you scale a wall onto another building. Hoping to finally enjoy some peace.

What you didn’t expect however, was for him to follow you.

“Where are you going?” He said, trailing just behind you. He didn’t exactly know why he had followed you up here, but you confused him so and he was intrigued.

Peter knew he was no distinguished labelled hero, Hell, he was reminded by the papers every day. He knew and he accepted that, but he had every intention to be one, no matter what.

You however, you perplexed him. You seemed to hate the evil in the city, and so you did something about it. But you hated being called a hero, you didn’t do anything by the book. In fact there were times Peter found your methods barbaric and oddly personal.

He had watched you beat the literal shit out of your fair share of criminals, but you’d really let it out in cases of domestic crimes. For being so violent, you were so passionate and so caring to victims.

But you just didn’t want to be a hero. Trust that he knows that, he’s asked you on multiple occasions and that black eye from the last time he snuck up on you still aches on occasion.

“None of your business.” You retaliated to him tiredly, soon following with a yawn. You were exhausted, Rightfully so however. You had been parading around since your class ended and it was almost 11 PM by now.

All you wanted to do was get home, finish your coursework, take a bath and sleep.

But here you were, with an eyesore in tight spandex on your ass. You couldn’t go home with him tailing you, so you’d have to go horizontal to your apartment. Sitting on some random roof and hanging your legs over a darkened alley.

Hoping to have lost him, you glanced over your shoulder, only to see him staring at you from across the roof. You sighed, getting out some protein bar and opening it. Eating away as you stared into the busy streets.

The city truly never slept and amongst the ugliness and sorrow, the chaos and twinkling lights seemed ever beautiful and you smiled at the thought.

“Why do you do it?” He muttered as he sat next to you. Getting a hum in response only prompted him to continue. “I mean, you say you hate the city, that you’d leave it first chance you have.. but somewhere in there you must love it, or you wouldn’t do this, put yourself in danger just for the innocent.”

“That’s a dark way of looking at it Spider-man, I thought you were meant to be this place’s glimmer of light!” You laughed a little, majorly just trying to release the harsh tension. “It’s not the city, it’s the people, it’s the people who this place don’t deserve. I think no matter where I was I would have ended up like this because people need something to believe in.”

“Superhero speech! That was totally a superhero speech don’t even deny it! I got it all down!” He yelled accusingly but in a light tone, pointing at you. It was fond, as if you were just two old friends bantering with each other. Even if you did push him off the roof in response with a loud ‘would a superhero do this asshole!?’

But you knew he would catch himself, that he expected it was coming.

You hated heroes, but this one just seemed to be the exception.

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Peter was a sweet boy, respectful, but he was pained.

You could tell he was always hiding a deeper pain, sorrow he never let himself truly feel, sorrow he may never cure himself of.

He was your best friend, a shining ray of hope even through all the dirt, but even the brightest rays where darkened and scarred by the ugly smog that was the city.

Every time you talked to him, every happy moment, he never seemed to let himself truly enjoy it. He seemed to live in the future but always worry about the present.

How can one hope to fix the present if they treat it as the past? Simple answer, you can’t.

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It was another night in New York, even the lume of the many billboards couldn’t shine upon every shadowed corner. So, evil continued in the darkness.

You already hadn’t been having a great day, your job had double booked you for 2 meetings and you had spent hours being yelled at for trying to point out the issue. Plus, you had to miss one of your lectures because the meeting went over by an hour. So really you were just sick of today, wanting nothing more than to curl up at home with a bottle of wine and some shitty tv.

But, unfortunately for you, one of the gangs you’ve been trailing, notedly unsuccessfully, for the past month finally left a huge clue. They would be sending out another shipment tonight, dabbling in special enhancement drugs that made most people go insane.

So here you were, sat on a rooftop watching some goons bicker in-front of the entrance of the warehouse. You were calculating how long until the anonymous tip you’d send to the police would take to dispatch. Either way you had a good Fifteen minutes before anyone came running.

At least, that was until Spiderman decided to grace you with his presence. A presence that you really didn’t need right now, especially when already peeved off.

“What are we doing?~” He whispered mockingly, getting a glare in retaliation. But, not content with that answer he repeated the question again.

“Oh lord give me patience, or atleast a fucking knife.” You muttered to yourself. “ ‘we’ are doing nothing, you, you are going to leave me alone and go save another cat from a tree and I, I am going to go actually make a change in this city.”

He just laughed and shook his head at your response, “oh cmon! Why can’t we be partners! An iconic duo! Like Batman and Robin, Bonnie and Clyde or something!”

“We are not going to be either of those thi- wait shut up for a second.” He began to open his mouth but closed it as you stared intently below, the doors of the warehouse opening mockingly.

“Stay here!” You whispered, the last thing you needed was his moralistic hero speeches as you were using some guy as a punching bag. So as he stood obediently, you scaled down the building to an open window, Three stories high.

The room you entered seemed empty and cold, as though no one had been inside in years. Merely a week prior, their main base of operations was set up in here. It was all a trap.

But who had known you would be coming?

You got your answer in the form of a sharp stab at your side, looking down to find a knife expertly lodged in your flesh. It didn’t seem fatal or anything at the time, but it definitely hurt like a bitch.

Turning around to see the man, hands now covered in your blood, was effortless, even more so as your body seemed to simply flow, contorting in quivers of motion as you eventually left him a bloody pulp, dead, sprawled still upon the floor.

You couldn’t continue, you were tired, woozy and bleeding. Shipment or not, you would have to do this another night, plus you definitely couldn’t be around when the police turned up.

Seeing the flashing lights and hearing the sirens was what drove you to stand up and finally clamber out the window. Admittedly, not as gracefully as usual, but you got a free pass since the knife was still lodged pitifully into your side.

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It comes to a point in a persons life (typically as they’re jumping and weaving from one rooftop to another with their only intention to get home and patch up a literal stab wound), when they wonder if it’s all worth it.

This was that moment for you. As you stumbled from another roof, almost falling into the bustling streets below, you had to take a moment to catch a breath.

Turns out, even that seemed a bad idea because as you closed your eyes, you heard a whoosh of air and the thump of the hero, the one you seemed to come to know so much of, landing next to you.

Today really wasn’t your finest and all you seemed to want to do was sleep. It was infuriating and nothing was going your way.

“What do you want?” You hissed at him, you were in no mood to entertain. All you wanted was to close your eyes, maybe have a little nap, just so you could finally get home tonight.

He took one long look at you, staring at your slumping figure, drooping before him.

It was depressing to see you like this, he didn’t know what happened in the 20 minutes it’d been since you parted, but you were not in a good state. He was worried, and maybe, just maybe, he was scared.

As he went to go pick you up, or at least help you to your feet, his arms wrapped around you. His fingers finally trailed to the bloody hilt of the knife and he gasped, it was light and restricted, but he was shocked nonetheless and didn’t hide it well. He pulled his hand back and observing the reddened substance on his hands, before his eyes landed on your face.

“Calm down, it’s not toxic or anything- it’s just blood- not all of us can be ‘mr I never get hurt in fights’.” You slurred and hiccuped out the sentence, trying to uphold the typical rivalling ‘banter’ you two thrived on.

But He didn’t laugh.

The blank eyes of that mask just bore into yours, especially when he seemed to take in every detail of the injury.

“You are so lucky I care!-“ He was angry, thrashing his arms and pacing back and forward. “If I didn’t I’d shove you in a hospital right now and let them expose you to the world! Shove you off and not let you be my problem.” He was being mean, spiteful, but he was also saddened.

“If I recall Spiderman- you were the one who bothered me.” You laughed in a hushed tone, at least before grabbing at your side as a sharp sensation jolted through it. It hurt and you let out a soft sob.

“My name is Peter, If you’re gonna die here, tonight, on this shitty run down roof, you deserve to know my name.” He was downcast, turning to face you, to grasp a reaction. All he could see was the small shape of a smile under your own mask. How could you just sit there and smile at him? How could you do this to him at a time like this?

“I know, I’ve always known Pete. I probably wouldn’t have put up with you for so long if I didn’t…” you whispered out cautiously, causing his head to whip in your direction.

“How- wait! Wait- No- Please tell me it’s not you! Please (Name)! Please No!” He ran over, dropping to your side and ripping off his own mask before gently going to remove your own.

So you smiled at him, it’d been a few days since you last saw his real face. Even tear stained, his was your favourite.

“I’m sorry Pete, I didn’t mean for it to go this way. I knew, I knew since the first time I met you in costume. I tried to kill you, my hands were around your throat. You only escaped that night because of your voice. So maybe.. maybe this is karma? Maybe this is what I get for killing all of these people! Hell, I don’t regret it, maybe that makes it worse, but what does it all matter anyways if I die on this rooftop tonight?” It all came out in a blur, maybe it was adrenaline, maybe it was fear, you couldn’t tell.

“You’re not gonna die tonight, not now I know it’s you. I’m gonna make sure you live.” He was crying, big tears welled up in his eyes, spilling onto his reddened cheeks.

“You can’t save everyone Peter, I know you want to, but you can’t. You can’t save me, not from what I’ve done and not from the consequences of that.” You knew you had done terrible things, and you knew that you didn’t regret a single one. You didn’t regret anything, except maybe dying without apologising, without telling him how you feel.

“No, no I can’t. But you can save yourself.”

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It all went by in a flash, there were moments when you were semi-lucid. You could look around, take it all in, but you couldn’t speak, couldn’t see faces.

You had been treated, not professionally and definitely not in a hospital, but well enough. You would live.

Finally waking up, you felt exhausted. You craved the idea of sleep, but you detested the days of nightmares you had been trapped in.

Not speaking when awake was something you could handle, but being stuck in a constant terror of false reality drove you insane. You saw Peter’s face in them, he was always distorted and full of rage.

“I hate you.” He’d say

“I will never forgive you.” He’d spit.

“If you had died, I’d have one less criminal on the streets to worry about.” He’d hiss.

You knew it wasn’t real, but it hurt all the same. Whilst you knew that those things he was saying were all in your dreams, all the things you had done were very much real.

It was cliché. You had only once rethought your path before now, that was the first time you had ever met him. He was a small boy, hardly could stand up for himself, but he was something good, infinitely flowing with hope for a better future.

Now here you were, trudging your way from the made up bed on his apartments couch. You’d been here many times before, when he was significantly less aware. Before, it always felt like home, but now it felt like even the walls had eyes that looked upon you with hate, pity and betrayal.

If anything, you wished you could apologise to this place you loved so much, to the lies you told under this sturdy roof and to the cement foundations that had fallen akin a victim to your actions.

You stood outside Peters room for a long while, staring at the Chipping paint at the corners of the door. Debating returning to the couch, but before you could retreat back a voice rang from within the room.

“Are you coming in?” He seemed calm, composed and confident.

Entering the room, he seemed all but that, he seemed anxious and at the same time relieved, he was scared and he was happy. He was confusing.

Walking forward was subconscious. Peter often struggled getting to sleep so you had slept in his room many times.

This time was different though, you weren’t just here because your study date ran over.

He gestured to the empty space upon the bed, so you tucked yourself under the duvet. His bed was comfortable, but you wrapped an arm around him and rested your head upon his chest. Your bodies both suddenly began jolting, he had begin to silently sob, and so you laid there, quietly shushing him as he cried, arms wrapped around him.

Finally the world felt right again, maybe he could save you, because If the world felt this good all the time you wouldn’t have to fight.

“Never do that to me again” he muttered finally.

“Okay.. I love you..” you murmured in response, nuzzling your head further into his chest.

“I love you too, we’ll talk in the morning.” He shuffled slightly to place a delicate kiss on your forehead before falling asleep with you finally in his arms again.

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Bad Romance ~ P.P

chapter one: it was rare, I was there, I remember it all

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The first time Peter walked into your coffee shop, he looked like he could cry. He stared at you for a while and you pretended not to notice as you made another customers drink. You looked up briefly and noticed him fold up a piece of paper and tuck it into his back pocket before approaching your counter.

“Hi.” He said as he stared at you as if you hadn’t seen in each in years. You smiled nervously and looked down at your register, not wanting to make eye contact with Peter with the way he was staring at you. You thought he’d tell you his order but he just stood there silently as he took you in. You started to get creeped out and laughed nervously.

“What can I get you?”

“Just a small coffee please.” He said, sounding almost surprised that you were speaking to him. You nodded your head as you typed it into your register.

“Milk and sugar?” You asked him.

“Yes please.”

“No problem. It’s gonna be $2.15.” You said and finally looked up at him. Peters eyes were glassy and he was still staring at you with a fond smile on his face. He went into his pocket and pulled out some cash, accidentally pulling the folded up piece of paper out with it. You looked at it for a second and he quickly shoved it back in his pocket before handing you the money. You looked at the dollars and cents in your hands for a second before smiling.

“Oh my God. I love exact change. You’re my new favorite customer.” You laughed as you put the money into your register. Peter let out the breath that he had been holding and laughed as well. He found it strange that he had just learned something new about you after all these years.

“What’s so special about exact change?” He asked you.

“It’s makes my job just a little bit easier.” You said as you got started on his drink.

“Well I’m glad I could help you out.” Peter smiled softly as you shut the lid on his cup.

“I appreciate it. Here you go.” You smiled at him and handed him his drink. Your pinkies touched as he took the cup and you jumped when you felt a spark. Peter felt it too and looked at you in amazement. For just a second, you looked like you recognized him. But when you smiled nervously and looked away, Peter felt his disappointment sink in. He dropped a dollar into your tip jar and gave you a sad smile.

“Thanks for the coffee.” He said quietly.

“No problem. Take care.” You smiled at him as he left the cafe.

The next day, Peter came in again. He order was simply enough and your interaction was strange enough that you remembered his drink.

“Hi. Small coffee, right?” You asked as you started to make it. Peter smiled shyly and leaned against the counter.

“Yes, please. Milk and sugar.”

“Here you go.” You smiled politely as you placed it down in front of you.

“Thanks.” Peter said as he handed you the money.

“Exact change.” You lit up. “My favorite.”

“Yeah. I remembered.” He said with a shy smile. You returned the smile and noticed for the first time how cute he was. You held eye contact for a second before you shyly looked away.

“Have a nice day, sir.” You said, crushing Peter all over again. The demotion from “baby” to “sir” was painful for him to hear, but he kept a straight face.

“You too.” He said as he walked out of the cafe.

The next day, Peter came in at his usually time. You noticed he was holding the piece of paper again, hands shaking as he held it against his chest.

“Three days in a row, huh? Did you just get a job around here?” You smiled at him and leaned against your counter. Peters eyes quickly dropped to the note his his hands before giving you a shy smile.

“No. I moved in right down the street.”

“Oh yeah? With your girlfriend?” You asked as you kept your eyes down while making his drink.

“No. No girlfriend. I live alone.” Peter said with a sad smile. On the one hand, you asking if he had a girlfriend showed that you had taken an interest in Peter. On the other hand, you used to be that girlfriend and now you were strangers.

“You do? At your age?” You asked in surprise.

“I’m your age.” Peter chuckled.

“Yeah? How would you know?” You smiled flirtatiously as you slid his cup in front of him. Peter sucked in a sharp breath as a memory came back to him.

“Happy happy birthday from Applebees to you. We wish it was our birthday so we could party too.” You sang as you jumped onto Peters bed and kissed all over his face.

“Nooo. You worked there for one week. You don’t get to sing the Applebee’s birthday song.” Peter whined as he rubbed his eyes. You kissed his face a few more times as he wrapped his arms around you.

“What would you like to do today? It’s your day. We can do anything you want. You’re only 18 once.” You said as you rested your chin on his chest.

“Once and for the next 364 days.” Peter smiled sleepily while playing with your hair.

“That’s true.” You chuckled and leaned in to kiss him again. You made out for a minute in his bed until you had to catch your breath.

“I just want to lie here with you. That’s all I want for today.” Peter said quietly

“Sounds good to me.” You smiled before kissing him again.

Peter snapped back to reality and felt tears well in his eyes as he looked at you. You had no memory of that day, but he remembered it all too well.

“I’m guessing. But yeah, I live alone.” He said in a quiet voice. You noticed his mood change but said nothing.

“Well welcome to the neighborhood. Are you new to the city or just this block?”

“Just the block. I used to live on 44th street.”

“No way. I live there now.” Your eyes widened in surprise.

“Yeah? By the park with the purple flowers?” Peter smiled and pretended not to know exactly what you were talking about.

“Yeah. I walk by that park everyday. I always stop to take a picture of the flowers. My phone is full of the exact same picture.” You chuckled as you pulled out your phone. You started to show Peter some pictures and he got another flashback to your first ever date.

“Wait. Can you take a picture of me by the flowers?” You asked as you stopped in front of the purple flowers.

“Yeah. Sure.” Peter smiled shyly and took your phone from you.

“Thanks. I’m kinda into my outfit today and I want to post it.” You said as you fixed your hair and got into position. You struck a few poses as Peter snapped pictures on your phone. You saw the huge smile on his face as he took your picture and felt shy all of the sudden.

“Does it look okay or do I look dumb?” You asked and dropped your pose.

“You look beautiful.” Peter said, making you smile as he snapped another picture.

“Thanks.” You looked down shyly and smoothed out your dress. Peter took a few more pictures until something behind him caught your attention.

“Hold on.” You said and walked over to a person passing by.

“Excuse me? Could you take our picture?” You asked them. The person accepted and took your phone from you as you and Peter stood in front of the flowers. You awkwardly wrapped your arms around each other and smiled for the camera.

“Is it okay if I kiss your cheek?” You quietly asked him.

“Yeah. It’s okay. It’s more than okay.” Peter blushed as he nodded his head. You stood up on your tip toes to kiss Peters cheek, making his entire face burn. It was the second time you had ever kissed him, but only he remembered that. The person taking your photo snapped a few more before handing you your phone. You leaned into Peters side as you scrolled through the photos until you got to the one of you kissing his cheek.

“Cute. I love it.” You smiled as you looked up at him. “Is it all right if I post these?”

“Yeah. Of course you can.”

“Are you sure? It means we’d be Instagram official.” You said with a teasing look in your eye.

“I don’t even know what that means.” Peter chuckled. “But I like the sound of that.”

“Okay. Cool.” You leaned in to kiss his cheek again before opening your Instagram. You ended up posting the cheek kiss, along with the photo he had taken when he got you to smile.

Peter thought of those pictures as he looked at the pictures you were showing him now, remembering all the dates you had in that exact park.

“They’re pretty. You have a good eye.” Peter said quietly as he looked up at you.

“Thanks. I hope to be a journalist one day. I used to be an intern at The New York Times but they let me go when that whole thing happened with….” You trailed off and looked off into the distance.

“Uh, sorry. I lost my train of thought.” You laughed awkwardly. “Anyways, I’d like to take pictures professionally one day. And write about them too. I honestly can’t decide if I like writing or photography more. They’re both my passion. I really want to visit that abandoned factory on 23rd street here the Life foundation used to work out of. They were this huge company and then just shut down out of nowhere without ever issuing a statement as to why. I feel like if I went there, I could find out some more information and get a real article out of that. Then maybe I could get a job at the Daily Bugle or something. That’s my dream job. But I don’t know why I’ll telling you all of this when you just came in for a coffee.”

“It’s okay. I live alone so it’s nice to talk to people.” Peter said with a soft smile.

“Spoken like a true serial killer.” You teased, reminding Peter of the way you used to interact.

“I’m not. I promise.”

“Well I guess I’ll just have to take your word for it.” You smiled flirtatiously and put your phone down. You looked into each other’s eyes for a minute and this time, you didn’t look away.

“Thanks for the coffee. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Peter said quietly, never breaking eye contact.

“See you tomorrow.” You smiled and waved goodbye to him.

The next day, you found yourself eagerly waiting for Peter to come in. You kept eying the clock until you heard the bell above the door chime and saw him underneath it.

“Hey. The usual?” You smiled as you started to make it.

“Yeah. Thanks.” Peter smiled softly and leaned against the counter. You handed him his drink and he handed you the money, your fingers accidentally touching again. You felt the spark once again and gasped a little as you looked into his eyes.

“Hey, what’s your name by the way?” You asked him. Peter smiled but felt like he could cry. After years of loving you, you had just asked him what his name was.

“It’s Peter.” He said quietly so that his voice wouldn’t crack.

“Peter. I’ll remember that. I’m Y/n.” You said with a smile. Peter returned the smile and felt his heart break in his chest. He knew your name already. He knew you better than anyone ever had. But you didn’t know that, and that was killing him.

“That’s a pretty name.” Peter said as tears welled in his eyes. He turned to leave do that you wouldn’t see him cry but then he heard your voice again.

“We uh, we have chairs, you know.”

“What?” Peter asked as he turned around.

“I mean, if you ever want to stay and sit down. We have chairs. I just thought you might like to stay since you live alone and all.” You said with a teasing smile.

“Thanks. I will stay.” Peter felt his sadness go away as he took a seat at the counter top.

“Cool. Enjoy the coffee.” You winked at him before taking another customers order. Peter sat and sipped his coffee, making eye contact with you every few minutes. He heard the bell above the door chime and looked up, making eye contact with Ned.

“Hey Ned.” You greeted as he walked into the cafe. Peter snuck a glance at him and felt a chill run down his spine. He hadn’t seen Ned since the battle at the Statue of Liberty and all his emotions were hitting him at once.

“Hey Y/n.” Ned said as he took a seat next to Peter.

“Are you gonna get anything to drink today or are you just gonna sit there and take up space?”

“I prefer the term “sit still, look pretty”.” Ned replied.

“Right.” You chuckled as you grabbed a donut from the display case and placed it in front of Ned.

“I spit on it.” You said before cracking a smile.

“Yum.” Ned took a bite of the donut and rolled his eyes back. Peter laughed softly as he watched the interaction and you caught his eye again. You went back to the display case and grabbed another donut before placing it in front of Peter.

“I didn’t spit on that one. But I could if you want me too.”

“Oh. Thanks.” Peter laughed and picked up the donut. As he took a bite of it, he made eye contact with Ned.

“Plot twist. The glaze is her spit.” Ned whispered.

“Wow. M. Night Shamalan could never write a twist that good.” Peter whispered back, making Ned laugh out loud. Peter laughed too and felt nostalgia tug at his heart.

“I like your shirt by the way.” Peter said when he noticed Ned’s Star Wars T shirt.

“Thanks. I just rebuilt the Lego Death Star. I accidentally dropped it. Again.”

“Oh yeah? You’ve dropped it before?” Peter asked and pretended that it wasn’t in his room that Ned first dropped the Lego Death Star.

“Yeah. When I brought it to my best friends apartment.” Ned said, making Peter choke on his donut.

“Sorry. I don’t know where that came from. She’s my best friend. And she thinks legos are lame.” Ned said as he looked over at you. Peter looked at you too and let out a longing sigh.

“I love legos. I actually just got the millennium Falcon set.” Peter said coyly.

“How many pieces?” Ned’s narrowed his eyes.

“1351.”

“Dude.” Ned’s eyes flew open.

“I know. I’m probably gonna need an extra set of hands to help me build it.”

“I have hands.” Ned said with an excited smile.

“I can see that.” Peter chuckled. He and Ned looked at each other for a second before nodded their heads.

“Do you want to be best friends?” Ned asked.

“I want to be best friends, yes.” Peter replied immediately.

“Cool.” Ned smiled and took another bite of his donut. Peter smiled too and felt some relief wash over him now that he at least had one friend in the world. Now, he just had to get back to his former relationship with you.

“So you’re friends with the barista?” Peter asked and looked up at you again.

“Y/n? Yeah. She’s my best friend. And only friend. But she’s still the best.”

“She seems really nice.” Peter sighed as he watched you hand a little kid a donut.

“That’s just because you’re a customer. She’s actually super mean.” Ned whispered.

“I can hear you.” You said from your place behind the register.

“No you can’t!” Ned called back.

“Oh. You’re right.” You rolled your eyes and went back to what you were doing.

“Shes cool. She’s kinda my only friend.” Ned said again with a sad smile.

“Other than me, right?” Peter said, making Ned’s smile shift to happy.

“Right. Other than you…”

“Peter.” Peter answered when Ned trailed off.

“Ned. Nice to meet you.” Ned smiled and held out his hand. When their hands touched, Peter got another flashback to his old life.

“Do you think we’ll be friends forever?” Peter asked from the bottom bunk.

“Oh yeah. I know all your secrets. And you know all of mine. And we’re losers. But we were losers together. That bonds us for life.” Ned replied, his voice coming from above Peter in the darkness of Peters bedroom.

“Ned?“ Peter asked after a beat of silence.

“Yeah?”

“I love you, man.”

“I love you too, dude.” Ned replied and Peter could hear the smile in their voice. A comfortable silence filled the room as both boys smiled in their respective beds.

“Let’s never speak of this again.” Ned said after another beat.

“Agreed.”

Peter blinked back tears as the memory ended. He took his hand out of Neds and flashed him a fake smile.

“Nice to meet you too.”

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