Sadness during holidays

Chapter One

It was the 24th of December. The day before Christmas and everyone was getting ready for the holiday. Ava and Danny were decorating the Christmas tree, Luke was out buying presents at the last minute but at least he was thoughtful enough to do it, and Sam and Aunt May were making something delicious again. The only one missing in the picture was Peter.

Where the hell is the Web-head?

Sam asked himself that question for the thousandth time that night. It was true they did not get along but during the last few months they had ceased their love/hate relationship to that of simple dislike. Plus that, they had not even fought a lot during the last few missions the team had or they had not endangered them. But there were still times they could not stand each other and resorted to pulling pranks on the other. There was only one time when they both lost it and had tried to kill the other with their super powers. Of course, Nick Fury, Agent Coulson and the others had interfered just in time before they ripped each other to shreds. He chuckled lightly at the image of Spiderman or rather Peter Parker covered with food. The green-eyed teen remembered that day quite well. Peter and he had fought over who was going to take Mary Jane to the dance and ended up having a food fight with Peter being on the losing side. Of course, Mary Jane did not go with any of them because she had another chance to earn a scholarship for some journalist course. Sam shook his head recalling how much Peter complained about the girl's obsession for journalism. The black-haired teen finished cooking another meal and sighed.

Wherever you are, Webs…I just hope you're okay…

The teen sighed and freaked out when he realized that his heart was hurting. He frantically grabbed his chest which started aching even more. Sweat had formed on his forehead and he tried not to think about all the bad situations Peter could have got himself into, but his mind just would not listen to him. Of course, his brain would not listen to his pleadings.

After a few seconds of this what some people would call mental self torture, Sam decided to go out and look for him. As he was at the door putting his coat on, he heard murmurs behind him. The boy turned around only to find the other three getting ready as well. The only thing that made his heart ache more was the broken expression on Aunt May's face. That look made him worry even more for his friend. Sam sighed dejectedly. He knew it was no use denying it even more. He cared too deeply about Peter and seeing as how dispirited Aunt May looked was enough proof that something was definitely not right.

"He's there again." She sighed and that made every single one of the three turn to her with a confused yet worried expression on their faces.

"He's where?" Sam asked after a few minutes unable to wait any longer. Aunt May thought a few moments whether to tell them but Ava cut in breaking her out of her reverie.

"He's at the graveyard, isn't he?" She whispered and all poor Aunt May could do was nod. Sam clenched his fists. He was a bit angry and hurt that Peter had not told him about it but rather had chosen Ava for the job. But then he recalled how troubled she was when the amulet got out of control. He then realized that Peter had done what he could to cheer her up. And at that situation Sam knew he would've done the same, though he would deny it at any

court that he cared for his teammates. He sighed and turned around opening the door.

"I'm going." He muttered loud enough for the others to hear. Aunt May just nodded while Ava and Danny protested but Sam just turned around with a determined expression.

"I'm going to bring him back, okay?" He said almost yelled.

Danny looked at Ava who just snorted.

"Since when do you care about Peter so much?" She asked. Her offensive yet mocking tone insulting Sam and making his blood boil. He knew this was not the time to get in a fight with her but every fiber of his being was screaming to get back at her. And he did no matter how much he tried to resist.

"Since you started crushing on philosopher there!" He answered and shut the door behind him rather loudly leaving behind it a blushing Ava, a smirking and failing desperately to hide his happiness Danny, and a down-hearted and extremely worried Aunt May.

Sam went to most of the graveyards but there was no sign of Peter. Then he put his helmet on and turned into Nova. He searched every inch of New York but there was no Peter. He sighed as he stopped to rest on a skyscraper. He thought of all the places Peter could be and then it suddenly hit him.

So that's where he should be! And why damn it did I not think of this sooner?

Sam flew as fast as he could and it turned out that he was right. Peter was standing at the top of the Statue of Liberty his head bent down. He was in his costume, of course. No matter how depressed or angry he was, he would never risk his safety or the team's for that matter. Nova sighed.

He's such a goody two shoes as always! Even if it kills him, he would always think about the others no matter how immature or impulsive he can be.

And look who's saying it. Sam's inner voice said making Sam angry.

Shut up! I'm not that impulsive or immature!

Immature maybe not anymore but impulsive – oh hell you are!

Am not!

Are two!

Am not!

See you just acted as a child. This proves you're immature! As for the impulsive side of you – you burst out of Aunt May's house to find Peter as though your life depended on it. You did it even though you knew you were and still are the least suitable for this job.

I know that! But still I, I, I just could not help it.

And why could you not?

Because I…Because I…

Because you what?

Because I love him, okay?! Because no matter how much I try to deny it I can't help but worry about him! Because no matter how much I pretend and even try to hate him and no matter how many times I've played tricks on him or fought with him I've always loved him and I think I always will… Wait a minute! Since when do I have an inner?!

Sam then flew even faster if that was even possible and reached the Statue of Liberty. He took one last look at Peter and sighed. He knew his friend was not going to respond unless he tried to choke an answer out of him.

And considering it's me…he might not even bother replying no matter what I do…

Sam sighed again and decided to go sit next to Peter. The green-eyed teen thought that this way he could at least show Peter he was there for him and that he was not alone. Sam wanted to say so many things but decided that it was best to just keep silent and wait for Peter to talk if he wanted to. After all, even if he was Spiderman, he was still a human being and you could not force an answer out of him. Well, you could but it would not lead to anything good.

After a few minutes of dreadful silence, Sam lost his patience and decided it was high time he asked Peter about his strange behavior.

"What's the matter with you, Webs?" Sam asked.

After a few seconds during which Peter looked as though he were contemplating what to say or even whether he should an answer came.

"Nothing." The blue-eyed teen almost whispered making Sam frown.

That's it! Sam thought. It's time I spiked him up a bit. If he's not willing to talk to me, then I'm going to make him!

"Never knew you were a scaredy cat, Web-head." Sam said.

Peter narrowed his eyes behind his mask and quickly sat up.

"Who are you calling a scaredy cat, Bucket-head?" Peter countered trying to hit Sam with his fist but that did not work because Sam had started flying.

" You. Or would you prefer chicken?" Sam countered making funny chicken-like sounds and waving his hands imitating a chicken's movements. The blue-eyed teen tried to punch Nova again but failed miserably. After a few attempts which again resulted in failure, Peter slumped down taking his mask off and sighing in defeat. Sam immediately stepped beside him and whacked him on the head.

" What gives, Webs?! Are you out of your mind or do you want every single person in

New York to know your secret identity?!" Sam asked and almost yelped when Peter put his mask on so quickly and pushed him down with his body. It was so fast that Sam could barely register any of it.. The only things he knew now was that he was trapped and that Peter's strangely warm body was in huge contrast with the icy cold ground beneath his body. And that was not helping lessen the poor green-eyed teen's situation. In fact, the sensations that were running through not only his head but also his body were almost unbearable. He knew though that this was not a time to be having such pleasurable feelings and immersing yourself into them. That was the reason why Sam just looked at Peter and told him something that made the face behind the mask of Spiderman so pale it could rival the whiteness of the snow.

" I know, ok? I know about your uncle, Peter."

Peter just stood there for a moment but managed to collect himself enough as to move away from Sam's body. The next few minutes, though, were spent in silence. That was not helping their situation at all or Sam's anxiety for that matter. The poor teen superhero wanted it all to end. He hated that he had gone to search for the web slinger. He wished he had never realized how much he actually cared for his friend or how much it pained him to see him in such a broken state. He hated it all. He wished it would be all over. But what he detested and wanted to annihilate was the dreadful, terrible, painful almost unbearable silence. Yes that was the thing that dejected Sam so much and maybe even made him feel a bit dispirited and maybe even broken.

Then it hit him. This was how the poor old woman Peter did not deserve to have sometimes, must have been feeling every single damn time the idiot gave in to these depressing emotions. This was what Aunt May had been going through all these Christmas holidays and this was what Sam was enduring now. The black-haired teen sucked it all up and prepared himself for a smack or maybe even a fight after he decided to give Peter a piece of his mind.

"You really don't deserve her, Web-head! You don't deserve Aunt May or the team!" Sam said almost screaming the end.

Peter looked at him as though he had grown a second head and felt his blood boil. He got up with Sam following. The blue-eyed teen turned so that he was face to face with the other.

"Who are you to tell me who or what I deserve or do not?!" He yelled and then clenched his fists.

At that moment Sam fumed. He moved closer to Peter so that he was invading his personal space now.

"Aunt May is now worried sick about you. She's sitting at your home and probably feeling helpless because she thinks there's nothing she can do to help you get over your stupid grief and maybe she's even blaming herself that she's not good enough to maybe even stand a chance against your precious uncle Ben!" Sam then punched Peter sending him flying but when he realized what he had done, he immediately went to help the blue-eyed teen.

Nova flew as fast as a rocket and soon the two teens found themselves on a skyscraper. He then looked apologetically at Peter and waited for the teen to hit him but nothing happened. Sam had closed his eyes but soon opened them for there had been no impact or loss of balance. He then noticed how guilty Peter looked. His eyes widened when the broken teen took his mask off. Nova was ready to ask him several questions mainly why he had done it but Peter waved his hand as if he knew what the teen was thinking and wanted him not to do it. The blue-eyed teen's next actions surprised Sam even more. Spiderman quickly climbed down the skyscraper and found his backpack which was luckily just near a bin in the alleyway and put his Spiderman costume in it. Then Peter changed into his normal clothes and looked up as though he were waiting for Sam to do the same with the exception that all the green-eyed teen had to do was take off his helmet.

That was what the teen did and then he followed Peter silently. Though Sam was curious

about where they were going he did not ask any questions.

After a good thirty minutes of silent walking Sam almost lost it but then his jaw hit the floor. They were at the cemetery.

Alright. Very short but I just had to post this before the end of 2013.

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And now I want to wish everyone a happy new year.

May 2014 be filled only with laughter and no tears.

May all your wishes come true.

May only great and awesome things happen to you.

Count the minutes and seconds, my friends,

because at 0:00 2013 will end

and 2014 will begin.

Also apart from celebrating and having an awesome time I want to review if you want to make be grin. :D Um….I needed a rhyme. :D Now there's not time left. Goodbye my readers. Till the next time I update.

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