Subject: Peter Benjamin Parker

Location: Unknown

Date: Unknown

Peter has never felt more tongue-tied in his entire life than in this instance.

Not when he had to say a speech in front of his class for a presentation. Or the time with that disastrous book report. Not even when he asked Gwen Stacy out first the very first time (okay, that's a lie- they are about the same).

There was a person in the cell next to him. A person.

Peter felt awful for being so happy. He felt awful for not to be able to do anything but sit there and listen to the woman's cries- just because he can not get over the fact that there was someone else here with him.

The sounds of gasping sobs and jagged breaths continued to echo in his cell, but the pounding slaps had finally slowed down.

Peter carefully sat up in his cot, and turned to lean against the rugged wall. He pressed his ear to the cold material, and could not help but feel guilty for listening in at her pain. Peter took a deep shuddering breath, and quietly spoke.

"H-hi."

Silence.

A very long silence.

Peter had thought that she had not heard him when he heard a tentative, "Hello?"

Peter froze, his mouth hanging open. It felt like someone had poured bleach into his brain- what should he say? His social skills were already lacking even before he had gotten himself locked in this place. The several months (is it still even months? Or has he reached years yet?) he spent in isolation has not helped with his situation whatsoever.

Walls never are great conversationalists. A fact that he knows really, really well.

Before the awkward silence could get any worse, he blurted the first thing that came to his mind: "How are you?"

Instantly, Peter wanted to slap himself- 'how are you?' Of all the things he could have said, he went with 'how are you?' Seriously. Palm, face, meet.

To Peter's immense relief, he heard a watery chuckle. "I could be better."

Peter let out a deep sigh, "Yeah- ah, sorry about that. Stupid question."

"No, it's okay. Being treated like a human at least once today is actually quite nice."

"I am guessing this is not how you planned your day to go."

Peter heard another small laugh. He took it as a good sign, even if it had a slight hysterical tinge to it, "You guessed that right- this is not how I planned my day to go. If I had known that paying my bills would led me here, I would've stayed underneath the covers."

"Mmmhmm- avoiding this place would be optimal," quipped Peter.

"True that," hummed the female voice.

There was yet another long pause, but it had none of the awkwardness from before. Peter pulled on a thread from his shirt, thinking about what he should say next, when it came to him.

"Since we both are having awful day right now, I feel like I should introduce myself. Hi, my name is Peter Parker."

Another quiet laugh, "My name is Beth. Beth Johnson."

A wry grin grew on his face.

And for the first time in a very long time, Peter did not feel quite so alone.

A/N- Sorry that I took so long to update- but real life does not like me. The first proof of this is my numerous final exams/papers, and the second being that I actually got appendicitis last week and had to get surgery for it. Yeah, not how I planned for my day to go- or my month either.

Anyways, I finally give you guys not-so-angsty chapter. I never realised not much of a downer I am until I started writing this story. I don't think I've been called 'evil' so much before- I have to admit that I kinda love it..

Virtual gold star to anyone who knows which MCU film that Beth (no last name) was in. It was a small role- however it would have been bigger if they haven't deleted a couple of scenes that had her in it.

Thank you to anyone who followed or favourited the story. And a special thanks to Guest of honor, samhoffman90, Cashagon, P, youngjusticefanatic for reviewing!

Until next time