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Being a Stark [Superfamily]

Chapter 21

They began planning this a little while ago.

Of course, it’s mostly Peter who did the planning, and Ned trying to stop him, constantly reminding that it was crazy. The plan is stupid, and probably deadly, but Peter needs to know.

Ever since learning that Harry has been confined somewhere in the compound, treated for his illness by the Avenger’s best scientists, Peter has been walking with his head in the cloud. That feeling lasted for a week, before he’d been starting to ask questions on why he hasn’t heard anything from it again.

Tony said they’re still working on things. Dr. Cho said it was more complicated than they’d thought. Dr. Banner isn’t even there to look things up.

By the time a month passed, Peter began to wonder if they’d just forgotten about Harry.

When another two weeks passed, he realized something had to be done.

Peter figures that he’s smarter than average. He barely has to study for his grades to be perfect, is way ahead of everybody in his own class, and to make it better, now he can think a lot faster than any other person can due to his powers.

Peter knows what’s the smart thing to do; in a battle, when the enemy is too strong, he’ll always find a way around it. At school, whenever Flash is there again to punch him in the gut – though that hasn’t been happening lately – he’ll make the wise choice not to fight back and reveal his powers to his peers. He doesn’t drink (anymore, because last time had been a disaster), doesn’t smoke, nor does he do drugs.

Right now, though… this is the exact opposite of smart.

“Jesus, have they been feeding you at all?” Peter asks, a bit shocked at the skinny appearance of the person that was once his best friend. Harry’s permanent grin goes back up, bringing wrinkles in his scarred cheeks. He looks truly crazy, with that distant look in his eyes.

“Lots and lots of food, but the only think I’m craving is a certain kind of super spider,” Harry mutters at him, chuckling crazily afterwards. Peter takes a step back away from him again, figuring it’s best to keep his distance.

“How did this happen to you?” Peter wonders out loud, mourning for his friend. Even though he looks like he’s sitting there in front of him, everything inside of Peter knows that’s no longer Harry.

“Ah, you know, life,” Harry explains, pushing himself against the wall in an attempt to push himself up, but his feet slip away on the ground and he falls back on his ass. Immediately, he starts laughing, reminding Peter a little bit of ‘the Joker’ in those Batman movies

“Harry-“ Peter starts, but he sees the other boy shake his head.

“Oh Peter, Peter, Peter,” he sings. “You keep on trying and trying, but you just can’t accept the fact that Harry is no longer here. It’s me now; better. Stronger. Smarter.”

“Mr. Parker, I must advice you to leave the room, now,” FRIDAY tries to get him out. Peter ignores her.

“Crazier,” he adds to Harry’s ever-growing list of qualities he seems to sum up. Harry then shrugs.

“Eh, yeah, that’s a given I suppose,” he admits as if it isn’t that big of a deal. Peter unknowingly takes a step forward. Harry’s eyes widen a bit at that, but he doesn’t mention it at all. “So what do I earn the pleasure of your visit? Gossip? Tears? Mutual plans of destroying the world and make it our kingdom?”

“I don’t want to destroy the world; only protect it,” Peter counters, making Harry roll his eyes.

“Always so boring. Just like your new daddies, I suppose.”

Peter looks up in alarm then, eyes widening and mouth fallen open. Harry smirks again.

“Ah, you thought I wouldn’t know? My hearing is better than normal, and the nurses talk. Of course I know about everything.”

Peter tries to calm himself down by breathing through his nose, in and out, in, and out. While his heart seems to slow down a little bit, his head doesn’t seem to be splitting open from all the thoughts going through his mind; why does Harry seem so calm? Why is he looking like he already has his escape-plan ready? That he’s only waiting for the first opportunity?

“You know, I liked Gwen,” Harry suddenly says. “Or, you know, the old Harry. He even thought about her, in bad, dirty ways. Ways he wouldn’t share with his so-called best friend.”

Okay, now he’s just trying to bait him out. Peter should ignore him, so why is he already balling up his fists, ready to throw the first punch?

“I mean, to think about it; one of the hottest girls I’ve seen, if you look past the nerdy façade she went for. I can bet she was a goddess in the sack?”

“Mr. Parker, I must really advice you to leave, now,” FRIDAY cuts in.

Peter ignores them both.

“Or maybe she was the worst? Oh my God, was the sex lousy? Was she all moans but no action? Were the boobs fake? The bra filled with socks? Was she hairy all over? With all that blonde hair, the moustache isn’t always easy to fi-”

“Okay, that’s enough!” Peter calls out, taking an angry step forward towards Harry.

“Peter, don’t!”

Before he can throw the first punch, Harry moves. Even without his arms, it seems like the Green Goblin is deadly. Having pretended to slip up when he tried to stand up, now Harry gets to his feet, jumps up, and throws his legs around Peter’s neck. He keeps him in a tight lock, slowly closing up Peter’s airways. One of Peter’s arms is also stuck, unable to get loose from Harry’s hold.

Peter desperately tries to remove his legs, but no matter how much he pulls or scratches, Harry doesn’t pull away. He yanks his head back, making Peter lose his ground and both of them fall down. Whatever air Peter had left, the moment he touches down it all slips away from him.

With his feet, Peter tries to struggle away from it. Damn it, how did Harry get so strong? What’s going on?

“H-h-harry…” Peter whispers out, realizing his vision start to turn a bit black. Damn it, he should have known that this wasn’t a good idea. His instincts warned him that this was stupid. His mind reminded him of this as well. His freaking heart just needed to have closure with his best friend.

The best friend who is now about to kill him.

“Peter!”

Wait, somebody’s calling. Who is it? Peter opens his eyes, but he can’t see anything. His lungs are burning, mouth dry, fingers aching from all the struggling. Even his legs have stopped scrambling against the ground.

“Let go of him, you bastard!” another person shouts. It vaguely sounds like Tony, but Peter can’t be sure.

Then, all of the sudden, Peter can breathe again. The legs around his neck pull away, Peter’s arm is freed. The first thing he does is breathe as deeply as he can, accidentally breathing in a bit of his spit, thus making him cough it out with a hand on his chest and another one on the floor. Slowly, his eyes start to see things clearly again. The black disappears.

He can barely think anything before somebody grabs him and lifts him up from the ground. He wants to protest, to say that he can walk fine by himself, but the hold on him is stronger than he expects.

“Peter, are you alright?!” somebody – is that Steve? – asks. Peter coughs a bit more, squeezing his eyes shut before nodding. Then he tries again to break loose, feeling the arms around him loosen and then he’s out, falling forward until he hits the ground again. Immediately, he tries to stand up again stumbling a little bit more.

“Damnit!” Peter shouts angrily, smashing his fist against the wall and feeling it sting immediately. His sight is slowly getting better again, and that’s when he sees both Tony and Steve standing there, the first looking angry while the other looks scared.

“Peter, are you-?” Steve starts.

“-CRAZY?!” Tony interrupts, voice raised and face slowly turning red. “YOU GO RIGHT BACK TO THE LUNATIC THAT TRIED TO KILL YOU?!”

Peter just huffs out, waving off the comment.

“He’s my friend,” he whispers out, his voice not really up to be louder than that.

“No, he isn’t!” Tony hisses, now standing in front of him and holding on to his shoulders. Behind him, Steve tries to make him back off, but Tony doesn’t listen. “Whatever happened to Harry, he’s no longer inside of this guy.”

“You don’t know that!” Peter shouts out, slapping the hands on his shoulders away angrily. His throat hurts from raising his voice. His eyes sting, though he’s sure that’s probably an after-effect from almost being choked to death by his former best friend. “It’s the reason he’s here, isn’t it? To get him BACK?!”

“It’s not that-“

“Easy?! IT CLEARLY ISN’T, SINCE YOU HAVEN’T EVEN MADE ANY PROGRESS WITH IT!”

“Peter, you better start dialing it down, or-“

“OR WHAT?! YOU’LL GROUND ME? NEWS FLASH, YOU MAY BE MY FATHER, BUT YOU’RE NOT MY DAD. YOU DON’T GET TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO!”

Tony stays quiet, face falling and all color draining from his cheeks. His mouth has fallen open, and immediately, immediately, Peter realizes he fucked up again.

“Oh, shit I didn’t mean-“ he starts, trying to struggle back, but Tony shakes his head. He takes a step backwards, a sudden numb look appearing in his expression. Peter swallows nervously, knowing he screwed up big time now.

“But you’re right. I’ve never been there for you before,” Tony says lowly, a soft shiver in his voice. “Who am I to tell you what to do?” Behind Peter, Steve takes a deep breath, clearly preparing himself for the rest of their evening together.

“That’s not-“ Peter starts to counter, but Tony holds up his hand to shut him up. Then, without saying anything else, he turns around and leaves the hallway. Peter wants to hurry after him, but a strong hand holds him back in place. When Peter looks up, he sees Steve giving him a sad look.

“Just leave him be for now. We should get you home, son,” Steve tells him. Peter’s heart aches a bit at hearing that, suddenly feeling like he doesn’t deserve to be called ‘son’ by Steve. Without thinking about it, he wraps his arms around Steve’s torso, pulling him into a strong, needy hug. Tears appear in his eyes again, rolling down his cheeks while the sobs leave his mouth. Steve, meanwhile, stays quiet, silently rubbing Peter’s shoulders. Though the gesture is supposed to be comforting, Peter still feels pretty much like crap.

“What were you thinking, Peter? You scared me to death,” Steve whispers against his head, lips pressed into Peter’s hair. The teenager just tightens the hug.

“I-I- he was my b-best fr-friend,” Peter stutters out, stumbling over his words. “H-he’s one of the only p-people I’ve got left from w-when I was a k-kid. I don’t want t-to lose him, too.”

“Oh, Peter,” Steve calls out sadly. He pulls his head away a bit, making Peter look up at him. Then Steve puts both his hands against Peter’s cheeks. “I know exactly what you’re going through, and I promise you that we’re doing everything we can to get him back.”

Peter nods carefully, not able to smile at all despite Steve doing it. Instead, he presses his face against Steve’s shoulder and the two just stand there for a little while.

Happy doesn’t drive Peter home this time. This time, Steve takes out his extra helmet and hands it to Peter. On the motorcycle, the two drive back to Queens. And as they near the house where Aunt May is waiting for him, the only thing currently stuck in his mind is the disappointment he’d seen in Tony’s eyes when he said what he said.

“Tony?”

No answer. A soft sigh in the background.

“Tony, please, I know you’re not sleeping.”

Still no answer. Tony’s not feeling like saying anything, anyway. There’s footsteps in the background, slowly nearing the bed.

“Tones?”

There’s movement on the mattress; Steve sat down on the bed. Then there’s a hand on Tony’s back, trying gently to shake him awake in case he would actually have been asleep. Tony still ignores it. Hell, Steve should be happy the first thing he did was actually go to bed instead of getting a few strong drinks. Tony knows that, if he’d been going to the workshop, he might have thrown everything around in anger.

He startles a bit when the covers are suddenly pulled up. Then there’s a presence in the bed with him; Steve spooning up behind him, wrapping his arm over Tony’s waist and resting his head above the other man’s shoulder. It warms Tony up from inside, but he’s still not feeling like responding to it.

“Alright, if you won’t talk, would you please just listen?”

Tony sighs, but still doesn’t respond. He closes his eyes shortly, but immediately opens them again, thinking back of the look Peter had in his eyes when he lashed out at him.

God, Peter… Tony had been so scared when FRIDAY told them Peter had been heading towards the secluded ward they’ve put together for cases like Harry. It’d been Steve who realized he’d been gone longer than he should have – another piece of proof that Steve would be a much better parent to Peter than Tony is.

“Tony, sweetheart?”

Tony sighs, reaching for Steve’s hand and squeezing it.

“I’m listening,” Tony finally assures him. And so Steve starts talking, telling him about the day he figured out his best friend Bucky was still alive. He told him about what happened with him; what HYDRA turned him into. He told him about Natasha’s story when she’d been shot by the Winter Soldier, and how he’d almost killed Nick Fury in Steve’s own apartment.

Steve talks about how Bucky has been in the past; his best friend, almost like a brother. They’d been roommates for a while, until Steve started with art school and Bucky tried out for the army. He tells about the missions with the commando’s, and how Bucky had fallen from the moving train, making Steve think he’d died.

“That day on the helicarrier, Bucky’s only mission had been to kill me. And he nearly succeeded at it. Multiple gun wounds, fractured nose, black eyes… You saw me in the hospital when you brought me back the shield.”

Tony nods shortly, remembering indeed how he went to Washington after hearing what happened, but refusing to see Steve empty-handed so he went on a wide search for the shield. When he’d been in the hospital room at last, he’d been shocked at Steve’s state, never seen him so beaten up. That had also been the first time Tony met Sam Wilson, who had been waiting for Steve to wake up.

“Even though I was almost certain I was going to die at my best friend’s hand, I didn’t want to give up. I knew Bucky was somewhere still inside of there, and I was ready to die to get that part of him back out.”

“Steve,” Tony starts, voice pained.

“He stopped; he remembered something. At least enough to pull me back out of the water after I fell. And that’s all the proof that I need to know that he’s still there, Tony. Somewhere, in this world, Bucky is wandering around, no longer the killing machine who only wants to finish his mission. He didn’t finish it, because he let me live.”

“What are you trying to tell me, Steve?” Tony asks, turning around to face Steve again. The other man gives him a light smile, kissing him quickly on the forehead before pulling back.

“Today, Peter was me, and Harry was Bucky. Somehow, in a way, the Goblin has taken over much like the Winter Soldier did with Buck. Just imagine, after losing so many people at such a young age, wouldn’t Peter want anything more than to get his best friend back?”

“So basically, I’m a horrible father because I didn’t do enough to fix his best friend?” Tony mutters out bitterly. Steve shakes his head.

“No, because in the end we both didn’t really know what exactly Harry Osborn was to Peter. But now we do, and now we can, maybe, double our effort in trying to get him back, no?”

“I don’t know, maybe? I really need Bruce on this one because I just don’t think I can do it, Steve,” Tony counters. And it’s true; he might be a genius, but it takes someone with actual knowledge about biology to know what they’re supposed to be doing here. And, sure, Peter’s good at biology, but his judgement is clouded. He might be trying too hard and could actually make it worse.

“For now, we’ll have to do it without Bruce, but we’ll get him back, for sure,” Steve assures him. “And even if it won’t work right away, Peter will still love you. He didn’t mean what he said, and you know that.”

“But what if he did?” Tony counters. Steve sighs, shuffling closer until Tony’s face is safely against Steve’s neck. “What if he doesn’t want me in his life?”

“He’s the one who searched you out, isn’t he?” Steve asks, putting a hand behind Tony’s head. “He went through all this trouble to find you. I’m sure he wants you in his life, Tones.”

Tony doesn’t answer, not really knowing what more he can say. It’s not too hard for people to change their minds about stuff like this. Especially when it comes to Tony; he’s more than a handful of trouble. He’s selfish, eccentric, and tends to fix his problems by waving money at it.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Tony starts, pulling his head back a bit to look at Steve again. The super soldier smiles. “You know that, right?”

Steve nods, leaning forward to steal a kiss.

“I know that. I’m glad to be here, too,” Steve returns.







Aunt May is surprised when Peter gets home, since he’s earlier than usual. Peter doesn’t want to explain what happened, so he just keeps it with ‘Tony wasn’t feeling too well,’ and leaves it at that. Aunt May doesn’t ask any questions, luckily.

After confirming to her question on whether or not he’s coming for dinner in twenty minutes, Peter hides away in his room. His eyes are still stinging, and his throat is still burning.

This is the third time already that the Goblin has gotten the better of him. This is not okay. Peter hurries towards the mirror to look at his neck, finding dark bruises where Harry’s fingers had been. Touching them hurts, so Peter stays away from it, grabbing a hoodie and putting it on. It hides the bruises enough for Aunt May not to notice.

This is not gonna do; if he wants to keep being Spider-Man, he’s got to learn to protect himself better. Sure, he’s been doing fine for the past year, but as it turns out he’s no match against Harry. And it’s not like the Goblin is particularly stronger than his previous adversaries, but it’s just because it’s Harry.

Peter is aware that he’s been pulling his punches each time when it comes to facing him – except that one time in the bell tower; back then it had been real. But too often does Peter let his guard down around Harry. Probably because a part of him still hopes that the old Harry will return to him, that he will recognize him and get back to his old self long enough for them to figure out how to help him.

The look in Tony’s eyes back in that hallway… It’ll probably haunt Peter for a few of his nightmares. Tony looked angry, yes. But more than that, he looked scared to death. Like he’d been certain that Peter would die like this. And had they been a little bit later, it would have been that way.

Oh, God, the things he said to Tony. That’s everything but alright. And he didn’t even mean it like that; he’d just been so angry, and it’s his usual self-defense whenever anybody gets angry at him. He said mean things to Uncle Ben too, the day he died. Things he regrets to this day, but he can never take back. He figures he’s got that outburst-treat from Tony himself?

He’s got to make it right. He’d rather do it today, but the fact that Steve sent him back home means that he won’t be convincing Tony today. It’ll have to be tomorrow, Peter states.

A knock on the door makes him look up. He rubs his eyes dry, sniffs his nose and jumps up from the bed.

“Yeah?” he asks, wondering who it could be. Aunt May usually knocks and then enters the room, so it can’t be her. A small part wishes that it’s Tony, but he knows that’s just wishful thinking. Of course Tony won’t be there to pay him a small visit.

He’s surprised when he sees a mob of faded purple hair standing at his door. Yaël is there, looking with a frown, seeming a bit worried. She appears tired, and also hesitant, as if she’s not certain she should be here.

“Oh, eh, hi!” Peter calls out nervously. He hasn’t spoken to her since that one morning he refuses to think about. Not only is the idea of him sleeping with his friend unsettling, but also the thought that this girl is much older than him (she explained that, while she appears 23 years old, she’s actually over a hundred already).

“You’ve been crying,” she states dryly, closing the door behind her. Peter sniffs his nose again, and then puts his hands on his hips.

“No I haven’t?” he tries, but he knows it’s futile. Everybody and their mother would know that he’s been crying. The red eyes probably give it all away.

“Okay, what happened?” she starts.

“No-nothing, really. It’s just… I would have expected you here? Aren’t you, like, extremely mad at me or something?”

“And why would you think that I am?” Yaël asks, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall. Peter then shrugs.

“I don’t know, I haven’t seen the video Michelle sent me. Apparently somebody filmed it, but I haven’t really dared to look at it.”

Yaël then snorts, letting out a small chuckle when she hears it. When she holds out her hand, Peter fishes out his cellphone, looks up the conversation he’s had with Michelle, and hands the device to her. She then sits down next to him on the bed, turning the phone enough for both of them to be able to look at it.

“Then we’ll do it together; I don’t remember much of it, either,” she says with a smirk. They then press the play button, immediately hearing the noise of a shaky camera, surrounded by too many people talking together. In the background, there’s the clear sound of a DJ playing – was it Flash? Peter can’t really remember…

Then the camera points at two figures. There are voices raised, almost louder than all the others. It’s not immediately clear what they’re talking about. When Peter squints, he can see himself still wearing that uniform from when he was dancing. His face turns red immediately, and Yaël snorts again.

“Yeah, I had forgotten how pretty you looked,” she says dryly. Peter pokes her in the arm. Then they both shut up as the people around them start to quiet down, and their voices are much clearer to hear.

“-been there for you, and I helped you with your crap about your DAMN FATHER! And then all of the sudden NOTHING! Couldn’t even leave a simple text to me or Wade, couldn’t you?!”

“I just forgot, okay? I’ve been busy with the internship!”

“Oh, BUSY WITH THE INTERNSHIP HUH? THE ONE YOU GOT BECAUSE I TOLD YOU TO DO IT?!”

“I don’t really see what you’re getting on about?! It’s not like I haven’t asked you a few times to hang around, you know?!”

Then, in the background, there’s a few people talking to each other.

“Oh my god, is that Parker? And who’s that girl? His girlfriend? – I don’t know. She looks way out of his league!”

Peter’s cheeks redden again, and Yaël, too, seems to shuffle uncomfortably next to him. Yeah, that’s still going to be a bit of an issue…

“YOU KNOW WHY I DIDN’T HANG AROUND! I’M NOT LIKE YOU, I’M NOT… GOOD!”

“YOU COULD BE IF YOU AT LEAST TRIED A LITTLE BIT! WHAT DO YOU DO ALL THE TIME; JUST SIT AROUND AT HOME WATCHING YOUR TV SHOWS? DO YOU EVER JUST TRY TO CONTROL IT? PRACTICE?!”

Oh, crap, they’ve really pulled away their filter right now! It’s just a miracle that not all of the school knows about Peter being Spider-Man.

“IF YOU WOULD HAVE EVEN CARED A LITTLE BIT, YOU WOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT I’VE BEEN TRYING!”

“CLEARLY NOT ENOUGH, SINCE I DON’T SEE YOU IN THE STREETS HELPING KITTENS OUT OF TREES!”

“Oh shit…” Peter mutters, realizing how horrible he’s been towards her…

“Yeah, damn,” Yaël mutters back. They don’t look away from the screen as they see themselves into a strong shouting match, who-ever was filming it extremely quiet in the background.

“HAD YOU NOT BEEN SO BUSY WITH YOUR DAMN FATHER YOU WOULD HAVE KNOWN WHY!” the Yaël on the screen shouts, slurring over her words much like Peter does in the entire video. “I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING ABOUT WHERE I CAME FROM. DO YOU THINK THAT HAS BEEN EASY ON ME?”

It goes on for a lot longer after that, the both of them just shouting their frustrations at each other; Peter mostly for the lack of understanding from his condition, in combination of his father’s. Yaël mostly from the lack of support she’s gotten from him – and Peter really had no idea she took the news of being extraterrestrial so badly. The way she spoke about it in the past always made it seem like she didn’t care that much.

The video takes a turn when suddenly somebody in the crowd shouts ‘JUST KISS ALREADY’, and the two suddenly fly towards each other, lips smashing in a strong, demanding kiss. Peter immediately turns off the screen and puts the device aside, trying not to think back too much about what happened there.

“Whoa, at least now we know how we ended up the way we did,” Yaël jokes awkwardly, and Peter lets out a small, uncomfortable chuckle.

“Well, I figure both of us pretty much got it off our chests back then. You got anything more to add to it?” Peter asks, wanting the conversation to stay away from that particular topic for now. He’s aware that they need to discuss that – because obviously there must be some feelings from her side if they actually drunkenly slept together. In any way, Peter knows that he doesn’t particularly feel anything romantic towards her. It had mostly been the side-effects of the meds, amplified by the alcohol… That combination really didn’t do anything good to him.

“Not really. I’m tired of being angry, you know,” Yaël sighs, clapping her hands together once and leaning her elbows on her legs. “I just- it’s not like I’ve got many friends to begin with. It would be stupid of me to push the ones I have away to begin with.”

“Same…” Peter mutters, but he figures that he’s got more friends than she does. Maybe he needs to introduce her to Ned one day. Though that could also lead to Ned meeting Wade, which could lead to Ned figuring out Peter is Spider-Man. Better not risk that chance.

“Let’s just agree to be better friends to each other, huh?” she asks. Peter nods, holding out his hand towards her to shake, which she does. “Though I feel like we still need to talk about what happened afterwards…”

“Oh no,” Peter groans out, throwing himself back on his bed and hiding his eyes underneath his hands.

“I know, it sucks, but if there are some… unspoken feelings… we may need to just, you know, put it out there.”

Peter sits up again, holding up his hands in the air and shaking his head.

“I swear, I don’t have hidden feelings for you. I mean, sure, you look great and all; very exotic with that Latino vibe and then the hair. But to be honest, and I don’t mean to be rude, the combination of my meds and the alcohol…”

“Let me guess, it made you horny as fuck?” Yaël asks, unashamed. Peter feels his cheeks redden before he throws himself back down on the bed, repeating his position from earlier. Yaël just laughs it out, then. “Don’t worry, I don’t have a secret crush on you, Peter. My libido’s just… extremely high, I suppose.”

Peter pulls one hand away from his eye, looking back at the girl in front of him.

“You one of those one-night-stand-girls, then? No strings attached?”

Yaël shrugs.

“Eh, pretty much. There was somebody, but he only just left again, though I don’t know where,” she, too, lies down on the bed, her back resting on Peter’s lower legs. “He was a cool dude. Didn’t speak much, either.”

“Whoa, how did you stumble upon him?” Peter asks curiously. Yaël shrugs.

“A bar; he needed distraction, I needed distraction. It was a win-win, I suppose.” Then, after that, it’s quiet. Peter listens to their breathing, trying to figure out if they’re in sync, but realizing that her breathing is faster than his own. Then he focuses upon his heartbeat. If it’s really quiet, he can try and listen to hers, as well.

Though before he can hear it, she starts talking again.

“What were you crying for before I came in?” she asks. Peter bites his lip, not really wanting to think back of what happened earlier today.

“I, uh… I said something I shouldn’t have said to Tony, and he took it badly,” Peter says quietly. With a nod, he knows that she will listen to him. So, without any hesitation, he starts talking.

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