Ree Ree, what are you doing? You remember the last time you tried for an attention-grabbing story in the same vein as another one of your stories! You got one comment! But lo, I am not writing this story as an attention grabber, Roommates only had 16 reviews! I'm writing it because it seemed really fun to have Kurt (Nightcrawler), Peter (Spiderman), Ned (Ned), and Gar (Beast Boy) in the same apartment. I started this thinking I was going to jump into a really fun lighthearted story, and then I hit this part of writing about adulthood where I knew I had to also deal with some things. So our little group of 20-somethings and an obscene amount of pop culture references are in for a wild ride. I hope you enjoy, but this one is for me.

Not really any spoilers for Far From Home yet, but there will be later, probably? I do have to deal with Endgame in this story eventually.

Chapter 1- Peter

Peter smoothed back his hair and tried to psych himself up for a job interview. This probably wasn't the most important day of his life because maybe one day he would get married and have kids but this felt pretty important right now. He needed cash. He needed to survive. Spiderman didn't pay the bills, so it was time for a day job. Well, a part-time job in between classes and Spiderman. Or a summer job for now.

"I'm going out!" He yelled to Ned, his roommate and best friend, who had more than figured out how a job works and was living his dream at a start-up tech company. Peter couldn't help being jealous, Ned knew what he wanted to do and where he fits in. Peter didn't even know if he could nail this interview. Right now… Right now it didn't seem likely. He didn't think he could do anything in this state of panic.

"Good luck on your interview, you'll do great!" Ned always had more faith in him than he did.

"I need a second opinion," Peter laughed tiredly, opening the door and nearly running into a classmate of his.

"Hey, I really quickly need a place to crash-" Gar Logan said, looking sheepish.

"Go, talk to Ned, I have got to go do a job interview."

"Oh, good luck! I'm sure you'll do good." There was that second opinion, but he still felt unsure as he hurried to it.

All the more unsure as he left the interview. He had been told to come back in two days for a second interview, and so he was all the more anxious and tired. He forgot about Gar crashing on the couch, the only thing he could think about was grabbing food with Ned and trying to distract himself from his stress. If this job wanted him, say so, if they didn't, say so. He couldn't handle lying awake and wondering.

Then he unlocked the door to his apartment and stopped in his tracks.

"Peter, what's going on?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing." Gar Logan didn't look like he had when he had arrived, his skin and hair were different shades of green, like broccoli. And next to him was a furry. Well, he looked like a furry, at first, but then Peter realized that it was actually a blue-furred mutant with a tail. Maybe they both were mutants. Maybe they were both furries.

"Hey…" Gar mumbled, "I'm sorry about all of this, let me try to explain. I'm not a mutant, Kurt is, we've been living in a van because… Well, there's a reason! Kurt, the reason?" The furry, er, Kurt, cleared his throat.

"It is a little bit difficult to find an apartment when you look like this," Kurt said, flashing a charming smile that made it hard for Peter to believe that anything was difficult for him.

"But Gar, I've seen you, you don't normally look like this…" Peter stammered.

"Well no, I normally do look like this, and sometimes I look like this." Gar's appearance changed into the Gar that Peter was familiar with. Peter didn't even question it at this point.

"How'd you find my house?" Peter blurted.

"Study group."

"That was a mistake, I didn't even pass that test…"

"That's because you fell asleep," Ned reminded.

"Not helping, Ned. And Kurt, why are you here?"

"I live in a van with him," Kurt pointed out.

"But why?" Peter was so tired and so hungry.

"Because we're best friends!" Kurt said proudly. Gar rolled his eyes, clearly disagreeing.

"Because we're superheroes, and neither of us is used to a solo act." Kurt didn't seem to mind that Gar had just rejected him as a best friend.

"Why would you just announce that you're superheroes?" Peter asked, exasperated and exhausted.

"Because we look like this, how are we supposed to lie?"

"But you don't have to look like this!"

"Peter, eat a Snickers, you're not you when you're hungry," Ned jokes.

"Oh my goodness I can't do this right now… Go back to your van, I'm getting dinner." Peter turned away, grabbing his house keys.

"I thought you would understand being different," Gar said, standing up to follow him.

"Why would I understand that?" Peter asked voice wavering, looking down.

"You're Spiderman." Peter turned around and shot a web, knocking Gar back and trapping him on the couch. He'd tried so hard to hide this, to cover his tracks, to keep his identity a rumor.

"Hey!" Kurt protested, pulling at the webbing.

"How do you know that?"

"Because we've seen you save the day when we were out trying to do the same. We've been doing this for a while too. We're professionals."

"Professionals who live in a van, who still live in a van, because you're not staying here! I can't deal with this today I am so tired and the job interview was so vague and I'm failing as an adult…" Before he knew it, Peter was sitting in a chair with his head in his hands.

"Hey, buddy, we're getting you some food. I'm ordering a couple of pizzas. And then we can talk about how we're not going to make these guys go back to living in a van"

"Okay…" Peter took a few deep breaths and noticed Kurt flip a switch to look normal, probably to help calm Peter down. Aside from toning down the x-gene, the two guests didn't do anything, just sat quietly while Ned tried to help Peter out. They seemed like the type of guys who didn't sit quietly often, so it was a nice gesture.

After forty minutes they had all calmed down and were eating their pizza. Gar ate cheese pizza alone but the rest of them ate pepperoni.

"Are you vegetarian?" Peter asked, making small talk to distract himself from his looming anxiety.

"Yeah," Gar said, running a hand through his hair.

"Did I hurt you, when I hit you with the web shooter?" Peter asked, shaking a little. He hadn't meant to snap. He was stronger than this… He had to get this under control.

"A little bit, but it's okay. I can take a punch." Gar pretended to flex, hoping to make Peter laugh. It worked on his one-year-old niece, Cyborg's adopted daughter, maybe it would work on this superhero.

It didn't work. Peter just looked at him like he was crazy. To be fair, that was another thing his one-year-old niece did. She was a hoot.

"We can pay rent," Kurt said suddenly, not wanting to be rude to the people who fed them, but wanting to get things in order before it got super late. He really didn't want to spend another night in the van, although they'd been able to sleep four people at one time. They could probably sleep at least two more people. Kurt shuddered at the prospect.

Suddenly all eyes were on the furry elf.

"He's right, we'd be happy to contribute to rent and utilities in any way necessary. We can even pay for our part of the pizza."

"You two have jobs?" Peter didn't mean to sound snarky and mean. He was mostly just disheartened. It seemed like everyone had their life in order but him.

"Several," Kurt said proudly.

"Yep." Gar nodded.

"Oh, well. If you pay rent, that could work. Ned, what do you think?"

"Well, we can't just kick them out. Let's divide up rent and see if this works… We only have one bathroom so that's kinda hard, but I think we can do it, especially if we start sleeping two to a room."

"Oh, the couch is fine," Kurt said.

"But there are two of you."

"Yeah, but I can shapeshift and take up significantly less space," Gar said, turning into a Goldendoodle right in front of their eyes.

"That's convenient, but I'm sure we could get you guys into an actual room. Buy some cheap sofa beds or futons or whatever and bam. It'll give us a chance to redecorate!" Ned seemed more pumped than Peter was. Because Ned's life was figured out or whatever.

"Okay, tonight, couch, tomorrow we'll go furniture shopping. I'm exhausted so I'm going to hit the hay."

"Good night Peter, thanks for giving us a chance!" Gar said gratefully. Peter just nodded.

"Ned you have work tomorrow so don't stay up too late," Peter reminded before slipping away and collapsing on the bed, head pounding. Today was really something. He had no idea how they were going to pull this off.