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Lord of the rings: fellowship of the ring

Director: Peter Jackson

Cast: Ian Mckellen, Elijah Wood, Viggo Mortensen, Cate Blanchett

Genre: Fantasy

Year: 2001

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The story is about the fellowship that needs to destroy the One Ring in the rift of loss to destroy The Ring, to end its influence on the Middle Earth. The movie is very well done and the acting is amazing, specially Ian Mckellen as Gandalf the Grey, and Ellijah Wood as Frodo Baggins, because they brought the characters out of the books, such as Frodo and Gandalf the Grey, one of the most beloved characters of the franchise. The movie is very well done and the ambiance is very rich, briging Tolkien´s book to life. Even tough this movie lasts 3 hours, you can enjoy it and don´t see time passing by.

Lord of the rings: Two Towers

Director: Peter Jackson

Cast: MIranda Otto, Elijah Wood, Viggo Mortensen, Andy Serkins and Ian Mckellen

Genre: Fantasy

Year: 2002

This movie occurs after The fellowship of The Ring movie. The movie is about Frodo Baggins and his friend Sam, continuing their task of attempting to destroy The Ring, to do this they find Gollum, who guides them to Mordor. The Fellowship of the Ring is dissolved due to the fall of Gandalf, and the Hobbits Pippin and Merry are kidnapped, so Legolas, Aragorn, amd Gimli go rescue them from the Uruk-hai and the orcs. Saruman is back with many evil spells, wich he uses to command armies and kill people. When Legolas and Aragorn are looking for the two Hobbits they battle one of Saruman´s armies along side with the King Grim Snaketongue, who looses his son to Saruman´s armies. After Aragorn and Legolas free Pippin and Merry, Sam, Frodo and the Gollum go to Mordor to find a entrance to the Rift of loss, and after that Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli and Eomer find out that Gandalf is alive. Gandald finds out that Grim is helping Saruman and is concerned about Saruman´s plans. This plot is very nice, because it makes the plot of the franchise more dynamic.

Lord of the Rings: Return of the King

Director: Peter Jackson

Cast: Ian Mckellen, Elijah Wood, Viggo Mortensen, Andy Serkins and Seam Astin.

Year: 2003

The story is about the journey to destroy The Ring on its end. After the Two Towers movie, we see the Legolas, Aragorn and Gandalf reunite the former Fellowship of the Ring, execept for Frodo and Sam, wich are in Mordor to destroy The Ring. The Ring is taken to Isengard, and Pippin uses it making contact with its maker Sauron. In Mordor, Frodo sees Sauron´s armies going to battle, Pippin puts up Gandalf´s plan to light up the Amon DÎn lighthouse to Warn Edoras Where the King Theoden concentrates his troops on the Temple of the Hill. The Army of Mordor invades Osgliath and Aragorn recives fron Elrond the Sword Enduril, and Aragorn is warned bout the theat that is going up the river, and if Aragon don´t make dead fight for him, he they will lose Tirith mines, so the knights of Roham and Aragon go to the Rift of the death to convince the dead. The Tirth mines are fenced by Sauron´s army and Gollum misleads Frodo the Laracna´s den and is kidnaped by orcs, Sam Rescues Frodo and go the Mountain of Loss. Gimli, Aragorn, Gandalf, Legolas, Eomer, Pippin and Merry alongside with the armies of Gondor and Rohan battle Sauron´s forces, and The Ring is destroyed by Frodo. This movie ends the LotR franchise with a very strong climax, it makes you nervous, but this is worth watch it.

The Hobbit: a Unspected Jorney

Director: Peter Jackson

Cast: Ian Mckellen, Martin Freeman, Richard Armitage, Benedict Cumberbacht

Genre: Fantasy

Year: 2012

On the start, we have an elderly Bilbo writting his book about his adventures with the dwarfs, then the flash back ends. The sotry beings with Bilbo relaxing on his bench, util Gandalf apears, invites him to a adventure, but Bilbo refuses, the next day the dwarves appear except for Thorin that appears later (and the dwarves eat Bilbo’s entire food stock), on the journey, to the kingdom that Smaug is keeping as his property, they are attacked by the trolls, and after being attacked again by other creatures,, and Bilbo alongside with the dwarfs they are stacked by Azog and the goblins and go to a dungeon, then Bilbo falls and gets the One Ring from Gollum.

The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug

Genre: Fantasy

Year: 2013

Cast: Ian Mckellen, Martin Freeman, Richard Armitage, Benedict Cumberbacht, Orlando Bloom

Genre: Fantasy

Year: 2013

The movie starts with a flashback of Gandalf convincing Thorin to seek the Arken stone which is kept by Smaug. After the flashback, it is explained why Bilbo is with the dwarfs. The next part of the journey to the Lonely Mountain is to cross the Forest of Darkness to go The Lake City. After that, Bilbo gets the Arken Stone beucause the dwarfs don’t care about the city having a war over the dragon’s treasure. After Bilbo steals the Stone, Smaug goes after him to get the Stone back, and he destroys the city by spiting fire on the entire village. This movie is my least favourite because of the destruction of the village, but the dragon is very well done alongside with the special effects.

The Hobbit 3: The Battle of The Five Armies

Director: Peter Jackson

Cast: Ian McKellen

Martin Freeman

Richard Armitage

Evangeline Lilly

Lee Pace

Luke Evans

Benedict Cumberbatch

Ken Stott

James Nesbitt

Cate Blanchett

Ian Holm

Christopher Lee

Hugo Weaving

Orlando Bloom

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In the third movie, Smaug is killed by Bard who runs out of his prison and Kili confess his love for Tauriel. It´s revealed that Thorin is sick with the dragon disease, and that´s because Bilbo searched for the Arken stone. Thorin and the company build a wall near Erebor, Sauron tries to seduce the lady of Loriel, but fails, then Saruman discovers that without the One Ring, Sauron isn´t theat. The orcs discover that an elvish army is approaching and aren´t happy about it. Alongside with the elvish army trying to befried Bard to get Thorin´s pearl necklace but fails. After that we see the great battle of the five armies ehich are the dwafs, elves, the lake man against the orcs and goblins. Thorin fights the dragon disease, Kili dies, Tauriel is sad for this, before dying in battle, Thorin say sorry to Bilbo. After the fight Bilbo goes back to the County with Gandalf.

X-Men 2

Year of Release: 2003

Director: Bryan Singer

Main Cast:

- Hugh Jackman as Wolverine

- Ian McKellen as Magneto

- Patrick Stewart as Professor X

- Halle Berry as Storm

- Famke Janssen as Jean Grey

- James Marsden as Cyclops

- Anna Paquin as Rogue

- Rebecca Romijn as Mystique

The story begins with Nightcrawler being controlled by Colonel William Stryker and trying to kill the president in the White House, tarnishing the image of mutants in the world. The villain follows his plan by launching a secret attack on Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Wolverine and the other X-Men unite to stop Stryker's plans to eradicate mutants using the powers of his mutant son, Xavier and "the brain". The military invade institution X, Wolverine runs away with the vampire, and two other teenagers, while Jane and Storm find Nightcrawler and understand what happened.

Magneto and Mistica join the X men to save Xavier and all the other mutants consecutively, but in the end Magneto turns the tables and tries to kill all the "non-mutants", being prevented by the storm and night, together.

Year of Release: 2006

Director: Brett Ratner

Main Cast:

Hugh Jackman as Wolverine

Ian McKellen as Magneto

Patrick Stewart as Professor X

Halle Berry as Storm

Famke Janssen as Jean Grey/Phoenix

James Marsden as Cyclops

Anna Paquin as Rogue

Rebecca Romijn as Mystique

The movie addresses the discovery of a cure for mutations that triggers a division in the mutant community, and shows Jean Gray's transformation into the Phoenix, threatening both mutants and humans. As the government seeks to eradicate mutant powers with a cure, a war between mutants breaks out, revolving around different opinions on this controversy.

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privateanxieties · 2 years

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you sure you don’t have superpowers?

Synopsis: An afternoon of hanging out with Peter turns deadly when she gets bit by a spider - only, not a radioactive one. No, this one is just plain venomous, but neither of them knows it. There's something else she doesn't know: that her best friend is Spider-Man. When she starts exhibiting weird symptoms, it makes no sense to her why he seems to be losing his mind. After all, it's just a spider bite.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (she/her pronouns); fluff, hurt/comfort, best friend trope, friends to lovers.

Words: 6.2K

Part 2 (final)

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An oasis in a concrete jungle - this is the only way her best friend's apartment can be described. Despite the apparent bachelor quality of its furnishings, Peter always maintains an acceptable degree of cleanliness. He might even be a little more put together than she is, at least where dwellings are concerned. It's no wonder, thus, that she prefers Sunday afternoons spent at his place rather than her own.

Of course, his company is nothing to sneeze at either. Being as smitten with him as she is, any opportunity to be near each other is one she'd gladly welcome every time. It might be nicer, she thinks, if he'd ever find himself falling into the same madness she has, so she doesn't have to endure this alone. It's tough, loving your best friend from afar, but it's even tougher loving them up close.

In a way, she's outgrown the heart eyes phase, a stage most embarrassing in their relationship. She remembers how, when she first noticed her attraction to him, she became completely infatuated.

It was easy, in that stage, to swoon over every one of his little gestures and wonder if they meant anything.

It was also terrible. She never wants to return to that kind of paranoia, where she has to act so unlike herself just to ensure he doesn't suspect anything. Those days are thankfully long gone.

Nowadays, being in his presence comes easily, and it shows in how they move about his kitchen, laughing and teasing one another. Well, it's mostly her doing the teasing, because Peter is a terrible student.

"Stop eyeballing the ingredients, Peter. You're not there yet. You're gonna mess it up.", she warns, knowing without looking that he isn't following her instructions.

"We're making a pie. How horrible can it turn out? It's a pie!", he defends. Though, he does relent, moving over to grab the measuring spoons she's holding out.

"There are so many ways you can fail at this.", she states matter-of-factly, stopping her washing of the berries to look into his eyes.

"Oh wow… thanks for your confidence. What if I said that when you were behind in physics?", he mutters, not returning her gaze.

"Aww, is someone feeling inadequate? Now you know what it's like to be around a galaxy brain."

"And a humble one, I see.", he returns.

She raises an eyebrow at him, bumping his hip when she passes by to get to the counter.

"That was a compliment, actually. You were always top of the class in STEM. I never understood a word of math, so it was hard. I admired you, but I was also a little intimidated.", she notes as she grabs a knife and bowls to separate the fruits into appropriate amounts.

"Intimidated? By what?", he asks, incredulous. He's now ceased mixing - a horrible mistake - and is searching for her eyes.

"Well - just… you, I guess. Your intelligence. I really wanted to be friends back then, but I thought you'd only want to hang out with others like you so I nev - what are you doing? Keep going, oh my god!"

Dropping her own task immediately, she joins his side and takes over for him, incorporating the remaining dry ingredients into the mixture. Peter watches on, amused beyond measure.

"You know, if you'd taken math half as seriously as you do this, you'd have been third or fourth in class.", he says, biting his lip.

"Oh, fourth? That's high praise."

"Or third… definitely not second though. That was Johnny Serkins, and I barely wrestled first place from his grubby little hands."

Having finished the mixing, she hands the whisk back to Peter, smiling when he squeezes her hand over the handle. She may have gotten over the swooning, but it's impossible not to feel something when he's so endearing.

Moving back over to her own corner, she realizes she miscalculated the amount they'd need for the filling, but only because Peter made enough crust for two pies. She is also at fault however, because she let him, having a little too much trust in his ability. To be fair, his coordination was insane - just not where baking is concerned.

With a small sigh, she goes to grab the petite wooden crate holding the treasured berries. She bought them this morning from the best farmer's market in Chelsea, and she got a really good deal on a larger quantity. Eyes glistening with delight at the ripe blueberries, she can't resist plucking a plump one, unwashed and everything, and popping it whole into her mouth.

She feels a smile forming at the fragrance enveloping her tongue, and it's hard to abstain from a second piece, only this time, she doesn't happen upon delight.

No, this time, she happens upon a painful sting, right at the edge of her palm.

"Ow! Fuck!", she yelps, pulling her hand back quickly and grasping it in the other.

"What is it? What happened?", Peter asks. The baking pan clangs to the counter as he forgets what he was doing, coming over to her and seeing the tears in her eyes.

"Did you cut yourself? What happened?"

She shakes her head, showing him her palm with a hiss. There is a small puncture on the inner corner of it, already quite inflamed and accompanied by a tiny prick of blood.

"I think something bit me. It's in there.", she says, concern growing over how much pain she can feel. She isn't sure she wants to see the creature that dealt the blow.

Peter looks inside the crate, grabbing a spoon off the table to sift through the berries, but finds nothing after a few moments of searching.

"There's nothing in here. Are you sure it wasn't a splinter or something?", he says.

"Yes, I'm pretty sure splinters don't jump at you.", she returns with a scowl.

"I'm sure it must've been an ant or something. There really is nothing in here.", he reassures, continuing to look for her peace of mind.

"Well, it hurts. A lot.", she grumbles, a pout making its way to her lips.

Peter puts down the spoon, turning to look at her with a pout of his own.

"Why don't you run that under water for a minute and I'll go look for a band-aid and some ointment? How's that sound?"

Truth be told, he isn't sure he has a band-aid. They aren't really necessary when one can heal most wounds, and neither is ointment, but he knows he has some of that. May always makes sure to bring some over almost every time she visits him, despite Peter telling her the pile is growing. There must be at least 11 pots of cream in his bathroom cabinet by now.

"Ok… still hurts though."

This time, a full smile lights up his face, realizing the motive behind her scrunched up face. Carefully, he takes her injured hand in both of his, bringing it to his lips and placing a kiss in the middle of her palm, careful to avoid the swollen flesh. He watches her face slowly lose its frown, a tiny smile of her own blossoming in its stead.

He leads her to the kitchen sink, turning on cold water and instructing her to do as he said before skipping to his room in search of the required items. Almost a full five minutes later, he's located only bandages, dwelling in a forgotten metal case under his bed - an old first aid kit he had when he'd only just begun his nightly activities.

There's just a tiny bit of guilt on his mind as he returns to the kitchen, knowing there's still a giant secret he has yet to share with her, but it fades comically fast when he sees the state she's in.

She's sitting down at the dining table, a hand on her rapidly moving chest and eyes blinking hard and slow. He doesn't like the way her breaths sound to his sensitive ears.

"Hey… what's wrong?"

His words come out louder than he intended them. He places the ointment and bandages on the table, leaning down to her level and moving the hair out of her face. He doesn't like what he sees.

"I think my uh - heart's doing something weird right now. I don't feel normal."

"Your heart? When did this happen? Why didn't you call me?", Peter asks with a rising degree of alarm, hands finding their way to her back and forearm.

"Just now. I can hear my blood pounding in my ears. I think my blood pressure's really high.", she rasps.

Peter doesn't know what on earth is happening, but he knows for sure that this isn't just a splinter or an ant bite anymore. He has to find out if he needs to take her to the emergency room, so he quickly goes back to the crate that was left open on the kitchen counter.

He doesn't bother with the spoon this time, but digs through the berries with his bare hands, almost daring whatever is in there to have a bite of him too. He'll show it.

"Peter?", she calls from a few feet away, but he's just a little too focused on his task. He's ruined the raspberries with how rough he's being. Frustrated, he grabs the entire crate and dumps it into the kitchen sink, making sure to plug it beforehand. Glaring back inside the crate, he still finds nothing more than stained wood.

"Peter? I think I'm… gonna pass out…"

Eyes widening instantly, he drops the crate right where he stands and goes to her, not wasting any time before lifting her from the chair and into his arms.

"Hey, hey! Stay awake, alright? We're getting you to the hospital, right now."

She mumbles something unintelligible, and Peter's heart drops into his stomach when he feels just how warm she is.

The hospital is not that far away, but he doesn't have a car and he sure isn't waiting for a cab. This isn't how he wanted her to find out, but when he sees her struggling to keep her eyes open, he knows there is no choice.

"Sweetheart, I'm gonna get us to the hospital, but you need to stay awake, alright? And I know this'll be a shock to you, but I promise I'll explain later, ok?", he speaks, tripping over words.

She doesn't respond with any, only humming in some kind of acknowledgement. At least, Peter hopes that's what it represents.

The problem is, his web shooters are not in their usual resting place. He couldn't have them on while she was over, because she warned him that baking is a messy activity if you don't know what you're doing. She told him to be prepared to roll up his sleeves.

And now look where they are.

Moving to the bedroom, he places her down on his bed with care, briefly checking her temperature to avoid concentrating on her pulse. It's abnormally high, and her breathing is too slow. She doesn't appear to be very present at the moment, but at least her eyes are still open, even if they are just looking through him instead of at him.

How the fuck did this happen in just a few minutes?

For a brief moment, he doesn't even remember where he put his web shooters, because he threw them somewhere rather quickly when she knocked on his door earlier than expected.

If he wasn't still hiding from her, he wouldn't have to waste precious time right now.

Alas, he does find them - in the corner behind his desk. Couldn't help it - he'd been thinking all sorts of thoughts right before she arrived, like which outfit she might wear and whether she'd show up sipping on a milkshake: her favorite summer drink, the bane of his existence. Making eye contact with her while she's very overtly enjoying a 16 oz vanilla caramel nonsense is a crime, and straws should be outlawed in Manhattan.

His mind is in a marathon of insanity, and it all comes to a screeching halt when he turns back towards the bed and sees that her eyes have shut.

"Sweetheart?"

The panic that grips him when she doesn't respond is magnificent. It feels like static prickling every inch of skin, like a foot falling asleep.

He's out the window and swinging with her secured to his side in less than a minute, his mask the only piece of the suit that he managed to put on with shaky hands.

The doctors in the ER give him the strangest looks, unused to seeing Spider-Man in, well, normal clothes. It's only after he lays her down on a stretcher, ears trained on her pulse and voice trembling, that one of the nurses realizes this is a delicate case. Spider-Man has just brought in an unconscious woman with no shoes, and he only has sweatpants and a t-shirt on. They know each other, perhaps quite intimately.

With kindness he'd be able to appreciate more were he not worried out of his mind, the older woman advises him to leave and come back later with different clothes on. Peter sputters and goes to decline, but the woman insists there's nothing more he can do here.

He does as told, and the swing back home is the fastest of his life.

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She wakes alone.

It's the first thing she notices despite the harsh fluorescent lighting making her eyes pulse in discomfort. Thankfully, her mind is no longer swimming in fog, but this also creates undue panic from a sudden realization.

If she's in a hospital bed, and Peter isn't here, does that mean he got hurt too? She only remembers him digging through that crate, trying to find the culprit behind her sudden loss of vitality, but everything after that is not the best quality.

She doesn't like the feeling settling just below her chest, and neither does she particularly enjoy the whirring of the air conditioning unit outside the window. It grates her nerves, which already feel stretched quite thin.

Where is he?

She pats herself down for her phone, but it isn't on her. However, what is on her is a bandage, wrapped all around her palm. Higher up her arm is an IV needle, taped to the inside of her elbow and hurting, but the sensation it provides is not unfamiliar. She's had fevers before, and she happens to be well acquainted with the cooling properties of what she guesses is a cocktail of drugs.

She doesn't have to wonder for long, however.

A nurse comes in to check on her, and her kind eyes and easy smile put the worst of her fears at ease when she inquires as to the state of her friend.

"Your friend brought you in around fifteen minutes ago. He'll be back soon enough, I'm sure.", the nurse says, instructing her to lie back down as she's not completely out of the woods yet with her higher than normal vitals. She complies, but is confused with the explanation.

"Where did he go? Was he ok?"

"Little shaken, but fine. He needed to go back and change. He wasn't fully… himself, you know?"

Maybe she's still out of it and the nurse is right, but the amusement is inexplicable. Does she know something she isn't privy to?

And why on earth did Peter need to change? His clothes were just fine, for the hospital at least.

"I expect him back in a three piece suit, then.", she grumbles.

The woman laughs, and her response is even more infuriating.

"I'm sure one is just fine for him."

She doesn't say anything more after that, only listening to the nurse's careful explanation of the next few hours. Given that they don't know what exactly bit her, they have yet to give her any anti-venom and are waiting for the lab results to conclude a match with any substance on record.

She wonders how much this is going to cost her, going over what she remembers about the insurance policy of her employer, when a certain noise outside her room pulls her out of her thoughts.

It's small, quiet and annoyingly repetitive, and with some doubt, she guesses it must be footsteps. At least, she hopes it's footsteps.

"You can come in, you know!", she calls out, noticing that the pacing has stopped. The door opens some seconds later, and an extremely weird-looking Peter appears, walking inside as if into a mortuary.

"Come in, my son. You may say your parting words now.", she delivers somberly, arms stretched out as far as the IV will allow.

"Don't say that. That's the worst thing you could've possibly said.", he admonished, brows pulled in tightly. Still, he does approach the bed, eyes flitting over every inch of her it seems.

"Well you look really grim. I'm still kicking, so… no need for all that.", she notes, fiddling with the thin piece of material she supposes the hospital would call a 'blanket'.

"How'd you know I was at the door?", Peter asks. He finally dares to touch her, moving a strand of hair behind her ear and rubbing up and down her back. She leans into his touch almost immediately, resting her head on his abdomen when he gets close enough.

"I heard you pacing."

She feels him tense up, muscles all of a sudden hard as a rock, and she remarks with some worry that she never knew Peter worked out. It'd be nicer to lean against a wall. Perhaps a steel slab.

"And you're… alright? Have they seen you? They wouldn't tell me anything because I'm not family."

She pulls away to look at him, but finds that he's looking even more bizarre now.

"Yeah, a nurse came in earlier. She said they don't have an answer yet about the venom, but if it matches anything they know, they'll give me an antidote. But I feel ok, so they're not super worried. Are you ok? You look a little tense."

He says nothing.

"Were you, perhaps, worried your bestest friend in the world would bite the -"

"Stop."

It's harsh, his request, and so unlike him that it does give her pause. Most notably, it kind of stings, and so do her eyes, so she looks away.

"Look… I'm sorry if I freaked you out or anything, but it doesn't mean you need to be -"

"Be honest with me: are you really ok? You're not hiding anything from me? No weird stuff going on?"

She takes a few moments to ponder his increasingly asinine questions, and decides to reply with some of her own.

"Why did you need to go back and change clothes? Were sweatpants not good enough to be seen in at the hospital? You left me here alone.", she asserts, trying to match the harshness of his tone but not quite managing.

If this doesn't prove that he's not into her like that, then nothing does. Here he is, being an ass while she has an IV in her arm, and here she is, not even managing to raise her voice at him.

He looks away from her at her questions, but at least he has the good sense to appear ashamed.

"I didn't mean to leave. I had to. I'll explain some other time, I promise. Just say that you're fine and that nothing weird is going on. Please."

She's both too tired and too hurt to argue with him further, so she turns her head away and just says a quiet promise in the affirmative.

"Do you want some juice from the vending machine? They have grape flavored Snapple.", he says.

She takes the offer just so he leaves the room, but not long after he's left, the nurse from earlier comes in again, a not too reassuring expression on her face.

"Sweetie, the test didn't return anything. I'm afraid we don't know what bit you, but our best guess is that if you're still alive without anti-venom, you don't need it. Just in case though, we're gonna have to keep you for a couple more hours, just until you finish this little cocktail, and then you can go home. How's that sound?"

She nods with a small smile, mood already dampened by Peter and unable to recover quite yet.

"I see your friend's back. Excuse my indiscretion… he's very handsome. Never would've thought."

"Thought what?"

"You're right. My bad. I'll talk to him, let him know he can take you home at 4. Rest up, and push this little button if you feel any different, alright? I mean that - any change, you let me know."

"Is a change of brain possible? I feel a little confused."

The nurse chuckles her way out of the room, and she feels as if everyone knows something she doesn't.

Although, when Peter never returns with the Snapple, the confusion gives way to hurt.

When he doesn't come back to take her home, the hurt gives way to tears.

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It's good that she gets the day off work on Monday, because she may have just lost a best friend and doesn't need to sour the atmosphere at work with her scowl. As soon as she turns in and her boss asks what she's been up to on the weekend, she's sent home with a horrified shake of the head. Mrs. Teller is the nicest boss she's ever had, and quite possibly the nicest woman she's ever known aside from her mother.

The bakery will survive without you for a day. Go home. Good Lord, you kids are tough cookies today. If I almost died, you wouldn't see me at work next morning.

She's nice. Except, now there's nothing to distract her from the wound Peter opened in her heart, so she makes do with what she has: she starts deep cleaning the apartment.

There's just no room for pausing when her mind is firing off questions, accusations and just plain lamentations.

She feels somewhat pathetic, moving about with her mood resembling the sludge in her mop bucket.

He has no right. No right to act like that, no right to leave her there, and no right to not check in at all for sixteen hours. Are they friends, or have they just met yesterday? He acted like she was one big inconvenience ever since he stepped inside her hospital room.

In a bout of annoyance, she wrings the mop as if it were Peter's neck.

"Oh, I'm sorry mister Parker. Is that uncomfortable? Is it hurting you? My bad.", she mutters to herself.

Hours and hours she spends like that, wiping off surfaces with more force than necessary, almost knocking over treasured possessions and cursing him out when she does. She's gathered up two big bags of trash, and every time she passes by them she whispers 'pardon me, sir' in a precocious tone. She has half a mind to draw his face on one of them.

It's nearly noon when she emerges victorious but no less annoyed. She's simply tired now, so she takes the time to put away all cleaning supplies and make some tea. While it brews, she decides now would be a good time to change her bandages, having gotten them damp with her activities. She sits down on the couch with the necessary items, but finds her annoyance growing when she has trouble doing it alone.

This wouldn't happen if -

"Stop. He isn't here. He doesn't care. You can do that too."

Pff, fat chance. But she can try. Putting the bandages back to the best of her ability, she goes to check on the tea, but curiously, halfway down the hall, she pauses.

She isn't sure what this feeling is, but she doesn't feel alone.

It might be the paranoia of yesterday coming back, or it might just be one of those rare inexplicable moments of life.

Her legs carry her to the front door nonetheless, which she unlocks with haste and pulls open forcefully.

There he is, the little scoundrel, looking like a puppy that got caught peeing on the carpet.

She is not impressed by the peonies, or the macarons, even if they are her favorite.

The only gesture she graces him with is a raised eyebrow.

"Hiiii…. Uhm - can I come in?"

The nerve he has to ask that. And to wear cologne. So what if she told him he smelled good that one time? Does he think he can just use every trick in the book to pacify her?

"No."

His face, at least, has the good sense to fall, as hers has all day when she remembered his actions of yesterday.

"I know you might not want to see me right now. You have every right, because I was -"

"A dick."

"A huge dick.", he confirms.

Screw him for managing to make her lips twitch. And screw her brain also, for being so weak at the sight of him.

"You have no idea how I hate myself for it. I shouldn't have done it, and I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, bud. But I can explain, if you let me. Please? I wanna make this right. You deserve that."

She keeps him wallowing in uncertainty for a while, just because. However, she can't deny wanting an explanation. The peonies don't hurt, either.

She steps aside after a minute of staring him down, and he walks in with a triumphant smile. Still, she dodges his cheek kiss when he leans in for one. No need to let him off easy.

"I'll take the flowers.", she says curtly, holding out her hands, making a show of placing the bandaged one closest to him.

He takes the hint.

"Right. Of course."

While she takes care of the flowers, Peter invites himself to her living room, shuffling awkwardly as he doesn't know whether to take his shoes off or not. He doesn't know if he'll be here a while, but he's never not taken his shoes off at her house. He hates that he put himself into a position where he's walking over hot coals on his best friend's apartment floor.

Her spotlessly clean apartment floor.

He takes the shoes off quickly.

Once in the living room, he notices more changes, like how there doesn't seem to be a speck of dust on her DVD shelf. He knows she doesn't touch those ever, so it's a bit weird. The whole place is just a little too clean, and he can smell the lysol from the window. This is recent.

In the corner, on her tiny work desk, he can see two of her prized figurines lying broken, and another piece of the puzzle connects. She would never damage those out of carelessness.

"Spring cleaning?", he asks when she comes back in, setting the flowers down on the coffee table.

"It's July. How did you know I was home?"

He freezes. She seems to want to cut straight through any bullshit he might give her. He should've realized this wouldn't be easy when she sensed him at her door with no prompting from him.

How does he have this conversation with her? How does he tell her what her life is now?

"You're not tired? From… well, you know."

He doesn't think he said the right thing, if the look on her face is anything to go by.

"I experienced a sudden and inexplicable surge of energy. Are you going to answer my question?"

He gulps. This is turning out really bad already.

"I went to the bakery first, but Mrs. Teller said she sent you home. So, I came here."

Technically, he followed her to the bakery, and heard Mrs. Teller send her home. And then he worked up the nerve to come here, but had to stop for flowers and pastries along the way.

As to why he followed her… the reason was shaping up to be well-founded. He just needs to prove it beyond any doubt.

"Listen… before I explain, and I promise I will, I just need you to answer this one question, even if you think it doesn't matter, or if you think it's nothing. Just… please?"

She looks about ready to kick him out the door, but still she sighs and juts out her chin as if to give him the go ahead.

He treads carefully.

"Today… when you woke up, did you feel any different? Like, fundamentally different?"

"Peter, I'll tell you how I feel right now, and that is fundamentally frustrated. You are the source of my frustration. So either get to the point, or get out, because you keep saying nonsensical things. You're acting like I'm gonna grow wings, or sprout a second head, and I have yet to hear an apology from you that counts."

This is it. He can't beat around the bush anymore. He has to confirm it now or she'll actually make good on her promise and kick him out. It's now or never.

"Uh… could I have a glass of water, please? I'm really nervous.", he asks, pulling out the last resort weapon. Puppy eyes.

She huffs and shakes her head in disbelief, but gets him a glass of water anyway. He's bought himself a few more seconds. When she comes back, he stands up in preparation, drawing a deep breath for what he knows is coming.

"I didn't have any water, so I got you grape Snapple.", she says.

Peter is so focused, however, that he doesn't hear that. He doesn't hear much of anything as her hand extends outwards, bringing the glass with purple liquid closer to him almost in slow motion.

He makes as if he'll take it, but at the last second, misses on purpose and waits with bated breath.

And the glass tumbles to the floor, spilling grape juice all over the carpet. The cream carpet.

A scream follows.

"Peter! I'm going to kill you! Why the hell did you do that?! You know, you can just leave if you're going to act like this! Yesterday you talk to me like I just inconvenienced you with my near death experience, then you leave me at the hospital with no shoes and no cell phone, then you don't even bother to check on me, and now you show up - you show up here with flowers, and what an idiot I am, thinking you're going to apologize and we're going to make up, but you ask me the stupidest fucking questions and then do this?! I know you did it on purpose. Don't even deny it!"

Tears.

They shock him into a state of panic.

"I was looking for the spider that bit you! I needed to know you weren't like me! The nurse came to find me and she said they've never seen that kind of venom before, I mean - what was I supposed to think? You bought that thing in Chelsea! That's where Oscorp is! And I know they're experimenting again, I know it, but they've upped security and I've been looking for a way in for months! And then you - you pass out within ten minutes of that thing biting you, and you're right as rain not an hour later? You can hear me pacing outside your door? You can sense me even when I'm not doing anything? What you - you cleaned the apartment because you had a sudden and inexplicable surge of energy? Yeah, that's what I would call that. And you broke your favorite figurines - you'd never, ever do that if you didn't have super strength you couldn't control!"

It's quiet. For a long time.

A hiccup cuts through the entire room. And another one. And another one.

He actually managed to scare her into this reaction. Unbelievable. He thought the opposite was true, scaring someone out of the hiccups.

She's standing there in front of him, hiccuping in between sniffles. It's almost comical. He can't begin to understand how monumentally he just fucked up. He goes to open his mouth again but is stopped when she holds up a palm, incidentally the one with the bite.

"You have th - hic - three seconds to come clean about that bullshit you just said."

"That's not enough time to do anything!

"Two seconds, Parker."

He flounders.

"That's it. We're no longer friends. Get out of my -"

"I'm Spider-Man!"

With the passing minutes, he finds that it is indeed possible to also scare someone out of the hiccups. He's just worried the hiccups may have stopped only because he fried her brain. Her reaction is definitely not encouraging. A clue into her mental state is that she just stepped on the wet stain in her carpet with socks on, and she didn't even react.

She sits down on the couch a few seconds later, as if guided by a remote.

Her first words don't come before more agonizing silence.

"Prove it."

It's so soft, he isn't sure he would've heard it without enhanced senses. Still, he asks.

"What?"

"I need to know I'm not insane. Prove it."

Peter looks around, lost for words as his mind works to find a less… explosive way of doing what she asked. His eyes land, finally, on her work desk, and his steps guide him there with some reluctance.

When he's retrieved what he needs, he crouches down in front of her, wincing somewhat when his knees soak up the juice staining the carpet. He'll live.

Making sure her eyes are following his movements, he pulls up his sleeves to reveal the devices he almost never takes off, except for when they're hanging out. He realizes this is his fault. He knows that well by now.

Taking her hands gently, he arranges them palms up in her lap and she lets him without resistance. He places the pieces of the iridescent glass turtle in her soft palms, and with another look into her eyes, webs piece after piece together as he remembers it. It isn't perfect, and he can't mask the webbing as well as he'd like, but soon enough, a turtle reemerges from his effort.

Not long after, two arms wrap around his neck and knock him backwards onto the carpet.

His jeans soak up the rest of the grape juice, and his shirt soaks the oncoming tears.

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It isn't as weird as he thought it'd be, having her know his secret. Perhaps the only thing he should've been scared of were the questions that seemed neverending that afternoon. Still, they were a small price to pay for getting to keep her friendship, having come as close as he did to losing it.

He doesn't want to believe they really would've broken up, but when she confesses just how hurt she was by his actions the previous day - and even today - he starts to think he may have paid too much attention to possibilities and not enough to facts.

He got so caught up in the thought, the suspicion that she might have ended up with the same fate as him that he got completely derailed from the most important thing: making sure she's alright.

He's definitely paying the price now, learning just how difficult it is to get grape juice out of a dense, light colored carpet.

He's been scrubbing for an hour, and he doesn't even get to focus, because he has questions to answer in varying degrees of complexity.

They've been over the specifics of what happened: how he brought her to the hospital wearing only his mask, why he acted so bizarre when he saw her, why he panicked and left.

She may have laughed at him for a minute or two for thinking she had superpowers, but has since moved on to questions like how come he kept this hidden for so long, and is that why he’s always late for everything?

She's now digging into the specifics of his powers, and doing so with laser precision. Question after question she fires from her spot on the couch, and when she arrives at his web shooters, he tosses one over to her in hopes of keeping her just occupied enough to get a tiny break.

He smiles as he watches her handle the gadget with undue care, eyebrows raised in silent question. He nods in approval, so she slips the band over her wrist and fastens it as tightly as it'll go.

"How do you…?", she motions in the air.

He shows her the proper hand gesture with his other device, and she mirrors him with a tiny amused smile.

"Like this?"

She doesn't realize she hasn't aimed properly, and she can't possibly know how sensitive the thing is, but when she applies just the smallest pressure, a web goes flying, landing on her tv screen on the other side of the room.

"Whoa! That's insanely fast!"

He likes that tone. It reminds him of his when he first built the things. Giddy and excited, testing out the flexibility of the material and touching it with her nails like a guitar string, giggling at the sound it releases. He falls just a little bit more in love.

"Yeah. Now, to release you just have to -"

He doesn't get to say the rest. In fact, he doesn't get to say anything more. Seeing that the web doesn't break, she accidentally pulls just a little too hard before Peter has managed to explain the release mechanism.

But there's a problem.

Her TV, which they both know is fixed up on the wall with a support that has been drilled into concrete, goes flying.

Across the room.

And into the wall by the window.

And both of them are stunned into silence.

- to be continued -

A/N: Ahh, please let me know if you’d like a part 2 (but only a part 2, just to resolve all this; this won’t be a series). Sorry for the cliffhanger, just felt like being a little bit evil and ending it there. As always, I welcome any kind of feedback, even if it’s just a few words. Thank you for reading!

P.S.: Apologies for the reduced quality, I wrote this in just a few hours. Couldn’t get it out of my head.

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