A/N: And so begins several stories as therapy for No Way Home as the ending so was depressingly sad. I just need this poor boy supported by someone. So as the movie took everyone away I'm slowly giving some back.
Warnings: Definite warnings for the end where Peter briefly entertains the idea of suicide. Also there is the occasional swear word. Also this story is unbeta'd so future apologies for any grammatical mistakes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Spiderman and make no money from writing this.


Peter briefly considered giving up being Spiderman for a bit, after everything had gone down but decided not to. It was one of the few things he had left a nice escape at the moment, and at his heart he still liked and wanted to help people. And lastly if he could flip the proverbial bird at Mysterio and continue to prove him wrong then all the better for him.

With the amount J Jameson had been slandering Spiderman's name and Mysterio's testimony he had been worried that every single person in New York would hate him and granted a large amount did, but not everyone and doing small things consistently was working.

Not much was going on so far but he had been bored at home and off shift so he thought he might as well patrol. Peter was currently perched on a street lamp post, when he saw it. A toddler who was in the direct path of a bike messenger not slowing down or veering out of the was too busy staring at something on his wrist. He lightly dropped down and threw a web lightly pulling her back. The biker didn't even stop at the scene.

"You know you could be a little more careful around the children!" Several people kinda stopped and were just watching warily to see how the scene would take place.

He crouched down low to talk to her level. "Are you okay?"

She just giggled at him pigtail curls still swaying slightly and chubby fingers each clutching a churro. "You have big eyes."

"I kinda do don't I?" He admitted with a laugh that stopped, when she held something out for him to take. "Here." It was one of her churros.

"Oh no no no no. I can't take that. It's yours!"

She shook her head stubbornly, almost pouting. "I have two." Which she did. "I want to share."

He actually teared up of the reminder of simpler times, when Mr Stark had just wanted him to help the lady with the churros and grinned at the gesture.

Suddenly he heard footsteps running and a frantic voice shouting "Cindy Lou!" and realized an incoming meeting with a frantic parent and his current reputation wouldn't be a good thing. So Peter accepted a churro catching sight of the little girls' beaming grin and waved goodbye before swinging away and out of sight.

The next nice encounter he had was with an old man trying to cross 5 lanes of heavy traffic on his own. He had to stop a car or two to avoid a collision. But the man was grateful chattering away, as he leaned heavily on his cane

"You know I told Estel the other day that I can't be making these trips to pick up groceries any more. We just need to start calling someone. But she won't hear it and just keeps yammering away that the walk and exercise is good for me. I'm 85 years old! What do I need to stay in shape for? Does this cane look like decoration?"

"I um you make a good point sir."

They finally reached the sidewalk and the man patted his arm. "You're a good kid. Be off with you now."

"Wait! Do you, um, need any help with your groceries?" Not wanting to see him struggle with that too.

"No, I have a deal worked out with one of the boys there. He'll carry them for me."

"Oh thank Go- I mean good to hear it! Glad you don't have to do it yourself. Have a nice day sir!" Peter took a few running steps before shooting off a web at a far building and swinging away.

Night patrols hadn't really changed all that much, no more or less exciting than before. Tonight for some reason seemed particularly calm which should be a good thing, but he honestly felt weird about calling it a night so early so thought he'd make one or two last circuit patrols before considering calling it a night.

Then he heard a scream.

It was nearby and he could make out a girl falling headed straight for the ground. Swinging as quickly as he could, Peter caught her with a few seconds to spare. He gently touched down in the next street over, once he could control his momentum and she had stopped screaming by that time.

"Miss, are you okay?"

Peter actually took a step back from the glare leveled at the building. It was intensively strong.

"Yeah I'm fine, I just need to go kill my utter asshole ex-boyfriend who just accidentally knocked me off a building!" She shouted, flipping off said building she was glaring at. "Try to pull him away from the edge in his drunk ass state and what does it get me. An early funeral that's what. I'm seriously considering leaving him up there but at this point I know I won't be satisfied sleeping tonight until I've at least punched him once."

Turning back to look at him her eyes widened as if just realizing who he was. He was prepared to hear a varied assortment of things all harsh and negative, but what actually came out was much different.

"No fucking way...You saved me and I didn't video record this? Ugh! Seriously my luck. Hang on just a sec. This is more important than my ex at the moment." She took out her phone and positioned it to record her face.

"What's up my web babies. It's 1 o'clock in the morning and I'm here with our favorite NY hero himself who just happened to catch me after an unfortunate encounter with a drunk idiot. Really quick in case any one else is like me tonight but continue to send him your love because he freaking deserves it, keep the positive posts coming and as always Fuck J.J and Mysterio. Bye." Sending a two finger salute at the camera. She then turned back to Peter.

"Sorry if that was super weird for you. I just have really strong feelings about liars and manipulators and I know you're not what they're calling and saying about you." She re-pocketed her phone before crossing her arms. "You saved my sister from a mugger and kept her from bleeding out in time. And I'll never be able to thank you for that so any way I can try then I do."

Peter almost didn't know how to react underneath his mask feeling several emotions at once. "I just..wow. I can't believe you believe me. You have no idea what that means."

She just smirked and lightly punched his arm. "If you ever need anything like food or a place to crash look me up. My name's Macy. Ironically I live in the building I just fell from. And I'm a pretty big fan but not the weird stalker way. More like the supportive combat the liars share the truth kinda way. In the meantime I best get back to make sure the idiot didn't fall off."

"I can swing you back there and help you with him. If you want?" She seemed to light up even more.

"I definitely won't turn down a swing because that was fun as hell, you know once I was no longer going to die. But don't worry about him, I'm stronger than I look."

Carefully grabbing her once more to bring her back on the right rooftop so she could bring in her ex back inside they found him passed out in the middle. Macy still as earlier promised punched him but dragged him over her shoulder and waved Peter off. He could only shake his head at the strange but kinda nice exchange that they had.

The next time he ran into supportive people was accidentally. He had just been walking through a construction site, still not a huge fan of them ever since his interactions with Toomes, when he heard sudden commotion and panic from the workers. Reaching into his backpack Peter quickly changed and came back to find the claw machine malfunctioning and the steel pipes it had been carrying were suddenly released as they opened with workers standing underneath as like a delayed effect.

Peter shot several rapid succession webs directly at the pipes to halt their descent and therefore prevent any bounce back or damage they might do in the fall. Several workers started cheering and one man moved closer to him, his face open and apologetic.

"Thank you. Really. You know I was wrong about you. I was nearly convinced for a while, but you really aren't like what they say you are."

"Um no problem! Just trying to still be your friendly neighborhood Spiderman. Even if the neighborhood isn't the most friendly back anymore."

Another called out. "Keep your chin up kid! We know the truth. The people of NY will eventually wise up. Just don't give up and don't let them get to you."

They decided to call it a day and check with their supervisor on getting the equipment looked over. But he smiled as he swung away to their cheers. The sound was such a much needed blessing.

The thing about spider sense is that while it is great. It is imperfect and can greatly be delayed when due to a combined number of factors such as dehydration and sleep deprivation. Which were unfortunate side effects of being extremely poor and slightly depressed. So one night when trying to take on 4 muggers it just took one way too delayed reaction for one of them to stab him between the ribs. He finally webbed the last one before swinging roughly away back to his apartment.

Just barely getting himself inside Peter crawls across the floor reaching for the closest towel to try to slow the blood flow. He was bizarrely distracted by how quickly the towel turns red. It strikes him that he's oddly not panicked by this. He probably should be much more urgent doing something but he just feels peaceful. No one knows he is, so would anyone really miss him?

Taking a second to cast a quick glance at his phone Peter debates calling 911 for himself, but closes his eyes instead. Maybe in a minute. Just closing his eyes for a few seconds.

When he wakes up his blurry vision clears to the extremely worried and exhausted faces of Peters 2 and 3. He decided to shelve any and all questions about how they got there, how they found his place, if there was a crisis and the universe collapsing for the time being and just smiled lethargically from his place on the floor.

"Hey guys."

Two incredulous laughs sounded throughout the room before one could answer. "Hey Peter, really quick, do you mind not dying on us in the future? We're kinda insanely fond of you."

Caught between looking at each, his lips quirked up as he closed his eyes once more. "I'll do what I can."

"Thanks kid. Get some rest and we'll be here when you wake up."

He couldn't tell you if he answered or not, just that it was much easier to fall back asleep with two comforting presences next to him.