The first part of this chapter went through a rewrite b/c the author is padantic and can't stick to a desicion
The next day he was out swinging again, it was about 6:30. He had already handed in today's photos of spidey to the bugle and now he just wanted to get home early to spend his last night in the city with his aunt.
That is when he heard a sharp whistle coming from the building to his left.
Shifting his weight he swung and landed on it, spying a man in a familiar horned mask.
"You genting forgetful in your old age double D, we had our potluck just the other night" the webhead said in lieu of an actual greeting.
The blind lawyer shot back with equal sarcasm "Scholastic opportunity?"
"Hey its the truth, Kind of" Spidey defended himself
"Yeah, emphasis on the kind of" he leveled his 'interrogating lawyer' look at his fellow vigilante before saying "You're in deeper shit than you're willing to admit."
Peter sighed "Nothing gets passed you o'horny one" he said with more of an edge then he intended. He really wanted to get home and this was just going to delay him
The man in red crossed his arms and leaned back, an eyebrow raised under his mask. "So you want to tell me exactly what's going on"
"Not really," said the spider impatiently.
"Kid you implied you might never be coming back, that's not the kind of thing that I can just say 'alright good luck' to." Daredevil Ignored the 'I never said that' muttered in the middle of his sentence.
Spider-Man took the mature and sensible route and said "well thanks for the concern but I'm not exactly in the mood for rooftop therapy two nights in a row."
Spider-Man began walking to the edge of the roof to swing away but was stopped by the older man putting a hand on his shoulder
"Son-" Daredevil attempted to start.
Spider-Man swatted the hand away but stayed in place "don't call me son."
The devil of hell's kitchen held up his hand in a placating gesture and corrected himself "Spider-Man, there's nothing wrong with asking for help when you're in a bad situation"
"I can handle myself" was the teenager's stereotypical response.
"I don't doubt that, but son-"
"Don't call me son" Peter peter said with a little more venom, he didn't know why the word upset him so much, but it did.
"-i've never seen you so exhausted before, I've never seen you so sloppy" he said thinking back to the mugger whose legs were at a 45 degree angle.
"I told you that was an accident" Spidey said defensively.
"I know it was, that's the problem" explained man without fear, as gently as possible "whatever happened obviously shook you up, I just want to help"
"Well you can't help" because really what could the man do to help at this point? "So thanks but no thanks"
He attempted to leave again, this was his last night here and he wasn't gonna waste it by hashing out his life story with the demon man on a rooftop when he could be home with his Aunt.
Daredevil just wouldn't let go. He started his next sentence with "listen son." which was a mistake as the shorter man whirled around and grabbed the costumed lawyer by the collar.
"Call me son one more time" he dared the older man.
There was a tense moment of silence. But then Peter let out a breath and released the other vigilante from his grip. He wasn't mad at Daredevil, he was mad at this whole hopeless situation. A situation that he couldn't do anything about.
"They know who I am," Peter confessed. "S-she came into my home, sat at my table, threatened me and the people closest to me."
Daredevil responded with a loud exhale, which somehow conveyed more sympathy than any words could. He seemed to mull over the adolescent's words for a while.
"Shit" he eventually said
"Yeah you said it" Spidey tried to laugh it off, but at this point he was too scared to truly attempt humor.
"You said 'she', who is she?" Murdock's lawyerly habits coming out to collect as much information as he could.
"She called herself Raven Darkholme, said she was the principal of a school. Bayville, upstate"
"It's probably a Pseudonym but I'll see what I can dig up from here, any Idea what she actually wants with you"
"That's the worst part" Spidey said, frustration creeping back into his voice "I actually have no idea, she just said she wanted 'my complete and utter loyalty' whatever that means."
"Sounds vague, incriminating, and dangerous"
"Your insight knows no bounds"
Their conversation lulled as both heroes thought of what to do next. Well that's not exactly true, Peter knew exactly what he was going to do next: go home, spend the night making sure his aunt would be ok while he was gone, and then go off with the devil in prada the next day.
While Peter mulled over his immediate future Daredevil pulled his baston out of its sheath and clicked it into a 5 foot staff before offering it to the Spider, who looked at the object with a raised eyebrow, well one mask-hole widened and the other narrowed.
Daredevil said "look you're obviously getting into something incredibly dangerous and incredibly complicated."
He added "Not just anyone can track down and blackmail people like us, take it, I want to show you something."
Peter wasn't going to lie, Daredevil's nightstick was one of the coolest things he's ever seen, but that didn't mean he was going to take the man's iconic weapon. "Thanks double D but I can't take that, that stick is like your whole schtick. I'm good with the webs."
Daredevil moved his head slightly, Peter got the sense the man was rolling his eyes. "don't be ridiculous, I'm not giving it to you, I just want to give you some advice."
"With your stick?" Spider-Man asked with incredulity
The man looked at the teen, unamused "yes, with my stick"
Spider-Man gave him one more raised eyebrow before taking the offered weapon. It felt paradoxically incredibly heavy and light as a feather depending on where he held the staff, he could see the various switches and indents that indicated it's multipurpose nature.
After thoroughly inspecting the instrument he looked up and said "Ok now what?"
"Now try to hit me." Daredevil instructed.
"Uh, excuse me?" Spidey asked.
"Try to hit me," he repeated.
Peter looked at the stick, then back to Daredevil, then the stick, then back to Daredevil.
"With the staff?" he asked for confirmation
"If you're so inclined" the man in red seemed to confirm.
"Okay…" Spider-Man sounded less than sure but raised the staff anyway as if it was a baseball and gave a halfhearted swing. Which Daredevil dodged by quick stepping back.
"Hit me" he repeated. Again Spider-Man swung, a little more forceful this time, and again Daredevil dodged back.
Peter narrowed his eyes (narrowed his mask) and tried again. He started another sloppy swing, waiting until Daredevil started to move before abruptly spinning in the opposite direction with an advancing step. The staff whistled as it swung towards the man.
Spider-sense warned him but he was too committed to the motion.
The older vigilante leaned back, letting the tip of the staff barely clear the tip of his nose before stepping in. He delivered a solid jab to Spider-Man's midsection.
The teenage hero stumbled back, but recovered quick enough.
"Dude what-"
"I said hit me, I never said I wouldn't hit back"
Peter took a second steady himself before trying again.
He charged, thrusting the staff like a spear. Daredevil knocked it aside and in the same motion delivered a spin kick to the face.
He attempted an overhead swing followed by an uppercut. Both were sidestepped.
He tried holding it by the end and spinning really fast. Got punched in the kidney
He tried everything he could think of, swings, thrust, and strikes, Things he saw in action movies, sheer random motions. Everything was dodged and every opening was punished
Daredevil ducked. closed the distance between the two and hit the other vigilante with a hard jab right below the sternum. Peter gasped as the wind got knocked out of him.
Before he could react Daredevil delivered a devastated front kick, also to the sternum, that probably wasn't on purpose. (it absolutely was).
Spidey hit the ground hard, the staff rolling out of his grip as he took short gasping breaths. Watching helplessly as the devil of hell's kitchen crouched above him, one fist holding him to the ground the other poised right above his Adam's apple.
"Do you get it?" Daredevil asked, casually as someone talking about the weather.
Peter didn't respond at first, still gasping and coughing for another minute. The man hit surprisingly hard.
Daredevil rolled off the younger vigilante and offered him a hand up.
Peter took it, still coughing as he stood. Eventually he said "if I cough say no cough will you hit me again? Cough"
Daredevil chuckled "no, I don't think so, as long as I have your undivided attention."
"That's one way to describe it"
"Why is it I was able to beat you?" the man in red asked
"Because of your ninja BS" Spidey ventured.
Daredevil tilted his head and said "do you want to try that again?"
It was rhetorical.
"No…" Spider-Man said
"Then take this seriously"
Peter thought for a moment. He'd seen enough kung fu movies to know what kind of answer someone like Daredevil would be looking for. Also the super-genius thing
"Because you kept your cool and I started to get frustrated and made mistakes" Spider-Man said, genuinely trying to understand what Daredevil wanted to impart on him.
"Well that's also true" the Ninja admitted before saying "ok think of it like this, who had the overwhelming advantage, from a first glance."
Spider-Man said "well at first glance I would say it was me, I have the strength and agility proportionate to a spider, and I even had the range advantage with the stick. But let me guess, you really had all the advantages the whole time?"
Daredevil didn't answer directly "first, let me ask you something. What are my powers?"
Peter's mouth opened and closed a few times as he searched his memory for the answer. "You are… you have… huh, I have no idea. Do you even have powers?"
He said it like he was realizing it for the first time. What were Daredevil's powers? He was strong and agile, but no more than a normal human athlete. He was a really good fighter but he still made mistakes and got just as much as he gave. He had a knack for getting up after being knocked down but still nothing crazy like Spidey's. He seems incredibly aware of seemingly everything around him to an insane degree but how would Peter know if that was really a power or if the man just had a photographic memory and was just really perceptive.
All very
"Exactly you don't know what my powers actually are or even if I have any, you don't know what I am and am not capable of. I meanwhile, know exactly what you can and can't do, you're not exactly subtle about your abilities and I've seen you knocked around enough to have a general idea of your limits."
"Okay, ouch I think?" Spidey said, but received the information easily enough.
"Second, I gave you that staff, at the same time seemingly disarming myself. Clearly giving you the advantage" he started
"Ok I'm following you so far."
"You saw this as an obvious advantage, you had a weapon and I didn't, so you used it exclusively."
Spider-Man jumped as the realization hit him.
"But having a weapon doesn't mean anything if you don't know how to use it, I was just swinging it around willy-nilly."
"And in doing so you put yourself at a disadvantage, despite believing yourself to have every advantage." Daredevil finished
Spider-Man put his hand on his chin before saying "That's what you think I should do isn't it?"
The blind man nodded, a smirk on his lips as Spider-Man continued
"I need to let Darkholme, or whatever her real name is, think she has all the cards, because it'll make her overconfident, sloppy, prone to mistakes, and that's how I'll win" he turned to the older man "that is what you're saying right? ".
Daredevil simply nodded.
"Ok cool, just making sure" Spidey said "thanks for the advice, but next time can you make it a little less punchy"
Daredevil shrugged "it wouldn't have stuck without the pain to focus you, that how was trained."
Spidey blinked at him once. "Alright Edgy McEdgelord whatever you say. Also should I be calling a therapist for you? Sounds like you might have some deeply ingrained trauma"
Older man snorted "sure, if you agree to stop qiuping for as long as i'm with the shrink"
"Oohh, sorry no deal"
Spider-Man turned to leave, but Daredevil stopped him again "one last thing, have you ever heard of Nelson and Murdock?"
The teen gave the man a confused stare and said "no… wait, yes!"
The teen got their business card in the mail after that whole 'Peter Parker is Spider-Man' debacle with venom a month ago. Along with a typed letter saying, through jargony wording, that they would be willing to represent him in a court of law if he ever needed it.
He thought it was rude and a little scummy at the time for a law firm to go out of their way to make contact with him, but didn't give it much thought beyond that.
"They're good people, if you're ever in legal trouble give them a call and they'll help you out." Daredevil assured him.
"O-kay, if you say so" Spidey said with some trepidation. Still smarting from the 'lesson'
With nothing else to do or say the teenage vigilante swung home.
He actually got home faster than usual, the only interruption was when he was crossing the bridge back to Queens and stumbled across a car chase. For that he just webbed up the wheels and yanked the criminals out of the car for the police to round up.
The whole thing lasted about a minute, he didn't even stop to quip or anything.
Soon he found himself in the familiar position of changing out of his spider suit in the tree in his yard. As he changed he realized there were a lot of cars around his neighborhood. Someone must be having a party, he just hoped that it didn't disturb his aunt May, this last night had to be perfect. It might just be the last time she sees him.
He stuffed the suit into his bag and hopped down. Daredevil's words circled in his brain as he walked through his front door.
"Aunt May I'm home!" he called to the dark house. No response. He stepped in further.
"May?" He called again and waited. No response again, but no spider sense either. At that point he heard muffled whispering coming from all around him. Still no spider sense.
'What the?'
He got into a fighting stance anyway and flipped on the light, ready for anything. He wasn't ready for the light to reveal streamers, confetti, and a banner across the kitchen door proudly proclaiming 'GOOD LUCK!' in a bright yellow font.
The next instant all the important people in his life jumped out from behind various bits of furniture and shouted "SURPRISE!"
He was glad no-one was near him when they all jumped out otherwise he would have swung on a reflex and that would be a terrible way to start out the night with his identity intact.
He forced himself to relax and plastered on a nervous smile as he looked at all the familiar faces.
The first he noticed was Gwen, of course, the girl he loved, she gave him a nervous smile. She had Harry's arm around her shoulder, who looked absolutely stoked for someone whose best friend was about to move away. Next to them was MJ who was wearing a party hat with an easygoing grin.
In the kitchen he spotted his aunt May, who had Anna Watson on her right and Captain Stacy on her left. It was a little surprising to see him here considering his demanding position as police chief.
Though not as surprising as some of the other guests present in his house. Rand Robertson was there, which honestly wasn't too crazy, he was one of the only players on the football team that didn't bully him. Though the presence of his girlfriend, Sally Avrill, was certainly unexpected, and judging by the look on her face she was just as perturbed to be here as he thought she would be.
Glory Grant was also there, she popped the confetti popper when the lights turned on. Hobbie Brown was next to her, blowing a party horn.
Then there was Flash Tompson of all people who had jumped out from the broom closet under the stairs. He was only here because Peter's aunt reached out to his mom, as they both still thought the adolescents were the same friends they were in pre-school.
But hey, Flash wasn't the kind of person to miss a party, no matter who it's for. His girlfriend Sha-Shan peaked out from behind the football star's broad form.
Lastly and maybe most surprising, Liz Allan was sitting at the bottom of the stairs, looking like she would rather be literally anywhere else. The fact that she wasn't literally anywhere else was the most shocking part of this surprise party.
"Uh, hi everyone what's going on?" Peter asked the room in general.
"What's going on is you're going away party my dude" his best friend Harry Osborn explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Peter still wasn't quite sure how to react to his best friend at this point. The whole 'oh i'm spiderman so you blame me for the death of your father and I blame myself too even though he flew into his own trap and was trying to kill me, oh and by the way I'm in love with your girlfriend if that didn't make you hate me enough' thing was kind of awkward to mentally get past.
So instead of engaging with Harry he just turned to his Aunt May and gave her a questioning look. She picked up on it quickly.
"Peter, I've watched you work yourself ragged all week, I think you have the right to have a party for your last night here."
"Are you sure May?" he asked her
"Oh of course I'm sure silly boy, go on you deserve it."
Anna Watson congratulated him on his scholastic opportunity, go figure.
George Stacy shook his hand, wished him luck, and said things would be more difficult without him around. Which felt strange considering that this was Peter Parker he was talking to and not Spider-man. But he was probably just referring to his and Gwen's friendship, probably, hopefully.
Aunt May informed her nephew that the adults would be next door at the Watson house if they needed anything. Peter hugged her, uncaring that his high school class, bullies included, were watching.
After the responsible adults left, Peter turned and awkwardly smiled at the teenagers currently spread across his living room
"Uhh, hi" he said intelligently "what now"
It looked like Flash was about to say something cutting but Rand spoke up before the blond could say anything
"Now we get this party started" and he hit play on a boom box placed on the side table in the living room.
As the music played everyone began talking with one another, leaving Peter to awkwardly stand in the middle of everything, not really sure what he should do with himself.
He's never hosted a party before. Heck he's only been to one across his entire high school career, and he had to leave that one early because Sandman was robbing an oil tanker. Great now he was thinking about Marco, something that never failed to push him into a depressive state.
It must have showed on his face because Gwen and Harry came up to him.
"Are you ok Peter?" the blonde girl asked.
"What? Yeah yeah i'm good" Peter attempted to assuage the girl.
"Of course he's alright, he's just not used to hosting a banging party like me, right Pete." the ginger boy provided
"Yeah that's it" Peter agreed with his explanation.
Gwen didn't buy it, but dropped the subject. Instead steering the conversation to the reason for this party even happening, "So I hear you got scouted by some fancy school upstate, congrats"
"Scouted is certainly a word for it" Peter said, shivering involuntarily.
"Well if anyone was going to get a full ride at Midtown it was always going to be Peter" Harry said, before his expression darkened and his voice dropped "Dad always seemed to think so"
Peter and Gwen looked at each other in concern, neither wanted to touch that with a ten foot pole. Norman's death was still extremely fresh and Harry always had a complex when it came to his Dad and Peter.
Instead they each put a hand on the redhead's shoulders and guided him towards the kitchen.
"Com-on lets get some punch" the blonde girl said.
There they found Flash and Hobbie leaning over the aforementioned punch bowl, pouring some kind of clear liquid into the juice.
Gwen walked forward with her hands on her hips, 'the look' already locked and loaded. She cleared her throat loudly and the two football players turned around, quickly hiding the flasks behind their backs.
Gwen raised a judgemental eyebrow at the two and said "what do you think you're doing Tompson?"
Flash and Hobbie shared a quizzical glance before Flash said "uhh, nothing"
"Really, because that 'nothing' looks like something" Gwen responded.
"Relax Gwen we're just, you know, livening up the party" Hobbie explained.
"Well I don't think Mrs. Parker would appreciate a bunch of drunken kids destroying her house" Gwen pushed back
"It won't be anything like that" Flash tried to get her to see it his way "we're just trying to have some fun for Parker's last Party"
Harry spoke up in favor of Flash and Hobbie "yeah come on Gwen lighten up its Peter's last day"
Gwen looked at him, actually everyone in the room looked at him. At the exact same time, it was a little creepy and he didn't realize why it happened at first. And then it hit him, it was his house so he got to make the judgment call on what kind of party this was.
"Uhhh" he said in an attempt to buy himself some time. Most of the room seemed to be of the same mind as Flash and Hobbie, Harry included. In fact the only person who seemed against the idea was Gwen herself.
"Um well, a little bit should be ok, it's not like anyone has to drink if they don't want to. I'll even pour another bowl of punch-" he gave Flash and Hobbie a look "-that won't have anything extra. Okay?" Peter said in an attempt to please everyone.
Gwen gave him 'the look' full force and he could only manage to give her an apologetic smile. Pretty much everyone else gave a quick cheer as Flash poured the last of the liquor into the punch bowl. He even heard Rand say to his girlfriend "see I told you Parker was cool."
The general social approval almost outweighed Gwens disappointed stare, almost. Soon Peter had the second bowl out, as promised, though it seemed a lot less popular than the first.
Harry nudged him and held out a cup of punch. Peter gave the cup an experimental sniff, yep that was from the first bowl. Even though he said he was ok with people drinking in his house he wasn't so sure about doing it himself.
Sparing a quick glance he saw Gwen in a conversation with MJ and Glory. Meaning that he would be spared 'the look.' he brought it to his lips, hesitated, brought it back down.
What would Aunt May do if she saw him doing this, she would have a heart attack but not before chewing him out, that's what she would do. Uncle Ben probably would have agreed with May completely, then Ben would slide him a few sips while May wasn't looking.
"Hey man don't overthink it, it's your party remember, hang loose, get down, and all those other sayings" Peter's best friend said before leaving to mingle.
Yeah… yeah! It was his party, his last night with these people. He just spent the last week kicking criminal but and snapping more pics than the last two months combined. He deserved a little fun in his life.
With these thoughts in mind he downed the cup in one go. It wasn't instant regret, but it was pretty close as a few moments afterward he felt his throat close and began coughing uncontrollably.
That went on for a bit before he felt someone slapping him on the back, not exactly hard but not exactly soft either.
"Breathe Parker, Breathe" the lanky teen recognized Rand's voice through the coughing recovered soon enough and gave the larger boy a nod in thanks.
"Next time take it a little slower, yeah?" Rand suggested.
"Yeah Cough I think I got it" Peter responded weakly.
Rand handed him another cup before being called away by Sally. He gave Peter a thumbs up before he left and the brunet returned it as a 'are you good' 'yeah i'm good' signal.
Looking around Peter couldn't help but feel a little touched, sure half the people here weren't on especially great terms with him, or vice versa. But still, they were his classmates since elementary school, even longer for some. It just gave him the warm fuzzies, or maybe that was the punch.
Taking a smaller sip this time he could actually taste the drink. It didn't exactly taste good by any stretch, Flash certainly had a heavy hand and it's not like the Parkers could afford to stock high end juice like Harry could.
'Well it's time to mingle Mr. Parker' Peter thought to himself. He turned with an easygoing smile on his face. Which was immediately wiped off as he turned and found himself face to face with Gwen's judgemental glare.
"Really Pete, really?" she said, judgment dripping from her tone.
Peter just gave her a nervous laugh, and then took a small sip almost in challenge. She rolled her eyes at him and gave him one last half hearted glare before she snatched the cup from the brunet and took a swig for herself. Only to blanch as the taste and feeling of the drink hit her.
"Cough Oh cough cough that's horrible." she said with a small laugh at the end, handing the cup back to Peter.
"Yeah, you get used to it" Peter said with a false air of wisdom.
"Oh really mr. I-just-spent-the-last-minute-and-a-half-coughing-out-my-lungs" she bit back with a grin.
"Hey I'm at least I'm not miss abolitionist, If it were up to you there wouldn't be any drinking at this party" He snarked at her.
"Well excuuuuuse me, I just didn't trust someone like Eugene Tompson to know how to properly pour a drink." she glanced at the drink in his hand with mild disgust, "and it looks like I was right."
Peter took another gulp in response, wiggling his eyebrows at the blonde causing her to giggle.
Comfortable silence washed over them as they spent a minute just enjoying each other's company and watching the party guests mill about. Eventually Gwen broke the silence, "I'm gonna miss this, miss you"
He looked her in the eye "I'm going to miss you too"
They stared at one another, chocolate brown into seafoam blue. He wanted to do so many things in that moment. Tell her the truth about why he's going away, tell her the truth about him being Spider-Man with all the guilt and trauma that entails, to simply feel her lips on his.
Instead he asked "how's Harry doing?
Gwen let out a sigh and said "He seems to be doing really well actually, and that bothers me"
Peter gave her a raised eyebrow in lieu of a spoken question. She continued "when his dad died and he said he might go back to the green I was so scared, but since then he's been, well, normal."
Peter thought back to how he felt when Ben died. The hot-seething rage at the man that killed him that first night followed by the weeks of absolute depression and mind numbing guilt. He was pretty sure the only reason he got through it was by embodying Ben's final lesson to him through Spider-Man.
But even through all that he tried to pull himself back to being functional
"Harry's probably just trying to stay strong and get himself through this as quickly as possible, just make sure you're there to catch him when he does crack." because he will crack. Harry didn't have a Spider-Man to lose himself in, all he had was Gwen and Peter, and now all he had was Gwen.
Gwen shook her head and said with mounting concern, "No Peter I'm telling you, he's acting as if nothing changed, heck he was happy when he found out that you where moving, not like 'I'm happy for my friend even if he's leaving me' happy, like genuinely 'I just got a new puppy' happy."
Okay that was a little weird, and kinda stung, "are you sure?" he asked
It wasn't that he doubted Gwen's judgment in these kinds of things, the opposite in fact, he knew his blonde friend was just as smart, if not smarter than him. But this was Harry they were talking about, his best friend since forever there's no way the guy was actually happy about Peter being gone. Right?
"I'm sure he's just trying to put on a strong front for his mom" Peter eventually said, more to reassure the girl than because he actually believed it. It wasn't that he didn't trust the redhead but he just hadn't had the opportunity to talk to the boy himself.
Actually it almost seems like the Osborn heir was trying to avoid him. Not that Peter could say he was any better, after everything that happened over the past week Peter didn't have the time to be there for his two best friends.
Gwen nodded noncommittally at his last words.
"So Bayville huh?" she asked, changing the subject.
"Yeah Bayville" he said, 'and a lunatic blackmailing me into who knows what' he kept to himself.
He still didn't know anything about what he was getting himself into, and that scared him. He could only hope that at the end of it he would come out still able to call himself a good person. If May got hurt because of him he would never forgive himself. If anyone got hurt for him he would never forgive himself, and there were already two deaths on his conscience.
With this thought in mind he placed a hand on the girls shoulder, took a deep breath and said "You and Harry make a great couple, I'm glad you two got together"
You and me can't happen anymore, not ever. He hoped she understood the subtext, and that she would forgive him
"Yeah, sometimes I feel like it happened a little fast," she said. Are you sure?
"Not at all you two are made for each other" Peter responded. yes I'm sure.
She smiled sadly at him but nodded in understanding.
"Ok Peter" she said, a little watery.
It was at that moment Harry came up and put his arms around the two of them.
"Hey party people what are you doing just standing around like a bunch of wall flowers." he said with celebratory bravado.
Peter said "hey man long time no-"
But was cut off as Harry turned to Gwen and said "Hey I love this song, come dance with me"
And proceeded to drag Gwen into the living room, completely ignoring his brunet friend.
'Ok ouch' Peter thought to himself. it almost seems like the boy was trying to avoid him. Not that Peter could say he was any better, after everything that happened over the past week Peter didn't have the time to be there for his two best friends.
Peter didn't have to wonder why Harry was giving him the cold shoulder. But that didn't mean it didn't hurt to know that this very well could be the last time he saw either of them.
He watched with a bittersweet smile on his face as his best friend and the girl he loved spun arm in arm in his living room. He turned away, just in time to miss the wicked smirk directed at the back of his head, courtesy of the Osborn heir.
Ok so confession time, this chapter and the next were originally supposed to be one chapter, but then I just kept going and going and rearranging everything and writing more interactions and then out of nowhere I broke 7,000 words.
So I'm just going to release everything that I feel good and finished with and then upload the rest later. Then we'll be moving to bayville, for realsies this time. Don't worry tho it won't be too long, if it's not uploaded sometime on sunday at the latest assume that i'm dead.
Oh and just to give you all an idea of the pairing votes I counted them up;
Peter/Kitty; 6 (+1 backup vote)
Peter/Wanda; 6
Peter/X-23; 5
Peter/rogue; 2