I'm sorry that it's been so long since I've updated. I just started school again and have not had a chance to upload the this chapter. Sorry it's short but I want to keep some suspense here otherwise... this story will end far too quickly for me. I promise that I will try to update sooner and that the next chapter will be much longer.
Disclaimer: Clearly I don't own anything other than the plot line of this story.
Peter knew that he was in for a long day ahead of him. Between working at the Daily Bugle and fighting as his masked identity, he didn't have much time for anything else. He had finished college early, being there only 3 years instead of 4. With a degree in Photography, he worked a steadier full time job at the Bugle. He hoped one day that he could make more money by going freelance but for now, he needed to keep paying rent at the very least. Without the money, he couldn't keep living in the old apartment. He had to keep living there, so that when Wade came back, it'd be easier for them to continue as if he never left.
His friends had called him delusional for thinking like that but he no longer cared about what they thought. They had told him, Wade wasn't coming back, he just couldn't believe that Wade could ever open up as much as he did with Peter and then just leave. Tony and Steve tried to be there for him but they just couldn't understand why he refused to move on.
Looking back at the computer screen before him, he clicked through his new file of photos from earlier today. He was supposed to be taking shots of the trial of a politician who was recently put charged with money fraud and embezzlement. But after a few shots, he had drifted off and started to take pictures of the trees of Central Park, the New York skyline, the busy crowds of pedestrians and even birds being fed by a happy couple. All the photos gave off a certain sense of loneliness and nostalgia of a happier time.
With a sigh, Peter packed up his stuff and walked out of the office headquarters of the Daily Bugle. Once he reached the busy New York street, he started walking back to the apartment. As he walked past dark alleyways, he had a sense that someone was watching him. But not in a creepy or evil sense but an almost loving aura that simply wanted him to be safe. He surveyed the area around him carefully as he walked. By the time he got back to the apartment, he once again checked under the door mat to see if the key was still there. It still sat there with an almost ugly dull yellow look. He hated the fact that he still felt a twinge of hope every single damn time he lifted the doormat.
Walking inside quickly, Peter grabbed his suit and put it on with a sigh. Nights of patrolling were still boring and missions with the Avengers had lost their appeal long ago. He peered out the small window in the bedroom, looking at the New York lights and skyscrapers. Shaking his head at the thought of not fulfilling his hero duties, he pulled his mask on. Peter swiftly climbed to the roof of his apartment complex and started his daily patrol.
Time skip because I will not attempt to butcher what is considered the beautiful scenery of New York and the patrolling skills of Spiderman...
Looking at his phone, Peter noticed that it was already 2 in the morning. Sitting on a rooftop with his legs dangling over the edge in an almost carefree manner, he watched the dark alleys and noticed a young couple walking home drunk. He almost hated their carefree happiness and the fact that they had each other. But, he reminded himself, he was the one that scared Wade away.
In the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of bright red. He'd know that shape anywhere. Scrambling to follow the bright red moving object, he swung from building to building in an attempt to catch up. He knew he might have been getting his hopes up, but the tiny chance that whatever he was following was Wade was enough for him.
Running across rooftops now, he finally got close enough to the object that was running in the shadows to be able to tackle it. With a loud thump, both of them landed on the ground with Peter on top. Quickly flipping the person over, he used his web to hold them tight to the ground and unable to move. Now that Peter was straddling the person's lap, he looked at the person underneath him.
It was too dark for Peter to see the other clearly, so he reached for his phone and quickly turned it on. As soon as the light hit the person's face, they spoke out loud and said, "Long time no see there, Spidey." Looking down, he realized with a start that he was straddling...
Sorry for the dick of an ending but I need some suspense here. Please review and comment. Also, free cookies to whoever can guess who dear Peter has wrangled to the ground. It might not be who you were expecting but you'll see how they play into the story in the future.