The vase, it narrowly missed Harry's head, if he hadn't moved out of its projectile, it would have crashed right into his skull.

It had been thrown by the red faced, and sobbing Peter parker. His hand still shook after he had thrown it, his chest heaved up ams down heavily, his eyes read one thing; betrayal.

A head of bright red hair, covered under the sheets, as the two men stared at each other, both with wide eyes and tears. But one was sincere and one was not.

Earlier:

The life of a hero, is always with narrow misses. From almost being ran down, to avoiding long mechanic tentacles from piercing your body. It was all about the narrow misses, its how you live.

Spiderman was no different, and he was the master at these narrow misses, his tingling sensation always warning him about dangers, and allowing him to keep moving.

Today, felt just like any other day. He was out on patrol, having snuck in a few great pictures for Jameson, and just couldn't wait to get home and into the arms of the one he loved. He felt his chest lighten as he swung onto a roof top and he took his mask off. The sunshine and the breeze, made the sensation so much better, and he took a deep breath.

His life fit into place. All the pieces were finally held together. And he felt comfortable with how everything had been progressing. Maybe he did wish for something more. Maybe a marriage proposal, but he would wait. He didn't want to rock the ship any, now that they had a steady wave.

After all, figuring out that he had an attraction to men, was something that Petey had to come to terms with. He had tired to fight it off, and even didn't accept himself, not until Harry. Harry had made Peter accept that part of himself, and they had taken the steps together. And now the dust had settled, them in love, living together and having a life together.

Of course the only thing Peter kept secret from Harry is his second identity. He had his reasons, not wanting Harry's life in danger, and telling your boyfriend that you were the one who killed his father...doesn't bode well for the relationship.

Peter knew it was wrong to keep this from Harry, especially when marriage was on his mind, but Spiderman..right now..Spiderman, he was not Peter. He was a second identity, a hero, and peter was just Peter.

Though this isn't true, this is how Peter justifies himself.

His thoughts ran short when his stomach made a loud rumble sort of noise, the brunette actually laughed a bit, rubbing his stomach. "Alright, let's go home"he said as he slipped the mask back on and swung away, it was a bit earlier than usual. But, he wanted to go home.

Once he had landed near his home, he slipped into his usual spot and changed his clothing, placing the suit into his backpack and made his way to his apartment. He took a moment to fix his hair and adjust the glasses, on his face.

He sighed, a bright smile on his face ad he unlocked the door. Peter looked at his watch as he entered, leaving his shoes at the door and headed straight into the kitchen. "I'm earlier than I thought, I dont think--" peter was in the middle of speaking his thoughts out loud, a habit he seemed to have picked up.

When his ears caught the sounds of thumps, and moans. He felt like at that moment his heart stopped. And his feet seemed to take an autopilot approach, he had tossed his keeps onto the counter and made his way down the hall.

"Ah~ mm~ nngh~ h-harry!"

"Mary~ keep your eyes on me~"

Peters breath caught in his throat as these heated sounds assaulted his ear drums. He didn't need to see, or hear more. Soon enough, he had opened the door and walked in. He felt like he was in some type of night mare. But it was all too real.

Back to the present:

Peter trembled, sobs left his lips, and he was a mess. A complete mess, he couldn't seem to strong together a coherent sentence.

Briefly, he thought about how spiderman was sobbing, and snorting up as he cried. How if he had his mask, it wouldn't look so bad. Then he reminded himself that, he wasn't spiderman right now, he was just Peter parker, crying like a child. Crying in pain and anger, confusion and just...

"Peter...please, just..let's talk about this"

Harry's words, the way he could be so fucking calm, it pissed the young spider off. He felt like he would go insane, how was he suppose to just talk about this?!

"H-how..could you?! How could you!? You ...you bastard! All these years! All your lies! I..I.."peter had so much, so many words that he wanted to say, but it was so clogged in his head, that it was hard to see straight.

The water in his eyes, didn't help any, either.

He didn't even care to look in the bed, messed up from their love making, not his and Harry's, Harry's and Mary's.

His supposed best friends, and now..enemies.

All the rest seemed to trickle down, one drop of water then a sudden rush. Like someone had opened a tap faucet.

Peter could remember screaming, crashes, more screaming and yelling. And finally, nothing.

When he woke back up, he was in a neat bed, his that felt dry and scratchy, and he had ice on the side of his face. Along with a soft stringing and dull ache.

The room that he had awoken in, was familiar, since it was the room that he had lived in when he was still in highschool, a nice room in Tony's tower. It was still the same, posters on the walls. Same bed sheets, everything expect the same peter.

He rolled out of the bed and walked to the bathroom, and he grimaced when he saw his own face. He had a nasty bruise, and a black eye, the swelling must have gone down when the ice pack was placed on him. His clothing was also changed.

"Ah, Mr. Parker, I see you're awake and up, would you like me to inform Mr. Stark of your--"

"You can just call me peter, no mr or parker, just peter, okay Jarvis?"

"Of course, peter, would you like me to inform Mr. Stark?"

"Sure, I am going to go see him right now, anyways"

Peter said, his voice hoarse, and his head felt heavy, but overall, peter felt..empty. Like a big part of him had been ripped away. And he felt blank, working on autopilot. He was trying to piece together what had happened..he didn't even know who punched him, but he had a good idea of who.

As soon as he shuffled out of his old bedroom, he found himself engulfed in warm arms, familiar warm arms.

"Peter..."