Anon requested: Spideyfist with Adele's Hello.
Author's Notes: Man….. This really tore me up to write. Not really based off the song, more like a character listens to the song on end while getting completely smashed. Also more soul mate trope. I am so sorry….I fail at life….and this made me cry….you'd better cry anon! *waves fist*
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Everyone got their name on their twenty-first birthday. No one really knew why, it just happened. However, as with everything there were a lot of theories and suggested ideas. The fact was that no one really knew why.
That's why Peter's morning had started out so well but crashed and burned. He'd woken up naïve and ready to face the world, and his hoard of friends that would be beating down his door to oogle his name.
Now though? Peter sat trying to drink himself into oblivion. Not the best coping skills no, but hell with acquaintances like Tony Stark, maybe something had rubbed off on him.
He also had the song he'd heard recently playing loudly as he sat in a state of….well honestly depression. He knew it was selfish and it wasn't like his soul mate was dead or anything.
Sighing he buried his face in his pillow and mumbled along to the lyrics.
"Hello from the other side. I must've called a thousand times. To tell you I'm sorry for everything that I've done, but when I call you never seem to be home."
Hearing a knock at his door, he pouted, oh no they were here, "Go 'way!"
He whined when there was a loud scuffle and a key in the door. Why had he given his key to MJ? All she did was come into his apartment and stalk him. Here he was trying to drown his sorrows but they were coming in expecting good news.
He wasn't able to stop a small sniffled from escaping.
"Pete? What's going on?" MJ was suddenly in his face, eyes all warm and concerned. He heard others moving around but refused to look up to see who was in his apartment.
"My name," he whispered pitifully.
"Is it a villain?" her voice was almost worried, and he shook his head roughly.
"I shouldn't be upset, at least I got a name and I know he's alive, he's just not here." He murmured softly, letting his head be picked up from where he was cuddled into the couch and found himself laying on her lap.
"Peter, we have no idea what's going on and we don't know who your name is so we can't help." Luke's voice washed over him and Peter peered into his dining area.
"Danny, stupid Danny who's in stupid K'un-Lun," He whispered pitifully.
"Aww man, Danny, our Danny, is your name?" Sam asked, surprisingly gentle, considering who he was talking to, "That why you trying to get your drink on?"
Peter nodded, "Was supposed to be a good day, so, why do I feel so crappy?"
"Aww, Peter," Mj was carding a hand through his hair, "It will work out. You know how names work, someday somehow it will work and you'll be together."
Peter frowned, "But right now can I be upset and sad? I miss him," if his voice broke on that last bit no one was rude enough to point it out.
"Hell yes you can be upset." Luke was suddenly there, like a rock and a good friend as always, "We'll sit here and watch stupid movies with you until you decide you feel like moving again. Everyone deals with names Pete and everyone knows how shitty it can be to have a situation like this. So we're here for you."
Peter thought about it for a moment, before voicing softly, "The Hobbit?"
He had the best friends, and if they watched all three Hobbit movies followed by all the Lord of the Rings in one sitting while eating ice cream. It was well deserved.