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Johnny had been called down to the gym for a physical exam. They generally take 5 hours with a cooperativ patient. Johnathan Storm was far from cooperative, so good luck. Tony and Peter saw some paper on the kitchen counter. They were stories of Johnny's life. Tony raised his eyebrows in a silent question. The brunette shrugged.
He barely felt the hand that grabbed him before he was pulled into the shadows. The alley was strangely dark, but the slim silhouette was one he'd know anywhere. "What do you want, Peter?"
Tony winced. "Harsh."
"I want to know what the hell you think you're doing!"
"You better have been trying to recruit him, Parker." Iron Man wasn't joking.
"I was going to get a coffee…"
"For once can you just take something seriously?" Peter pulled his mask off. "You know what I mean!"
"Yeah, I know what you mean." Johnny's eyes narrowed. Peter couldn't help but notice that in the dark, those intense blue eyes stood out even more than they used to. "You here to arrest me?"
"What? No… I…"
"So you're here to what? Talk some sense into me?"
"No! God, will you just let me…"
"What? Tell me I'm wrong? That leaving was stupid? It's not going to work, Pete. I made up my mind and…"
"Followed your sister out the door?"
"That's oddly mean of you." Tony noticed.
"Fuck you! I'd rather have my sister with me than be Stark's fucking lap dog!"
"I'm doing this for my family! To keep everyone safe!"
"Really?" Tony asked. Peter nodded.
"Right because nothing bad can happen when you live in Stark Tower. It's as safe as the Baxter Building, right? I'm sure Franklin could tell you how nothing bad has ever happened to him!"
Peter winced.
"Would you just shut the hell up for five seconds?"
"Fine." Johnny's arms crossed and he leaned against the brick wall behind him. "Say your piece so I can slink back to my evil lair."
Tony snickered.
"You know, sarcasm isn't making you cuter." Johnny just stared at him, eyes narrowed and frowning. Peter cleared his throat. "I… I wanted to hear it from you. I want to know why you left. What the reason is."
"You want me to…" He shook his head and pushed himself off the wall. "Pete, you're so far up Stark's ass you could tell me what he had for dinner. Don't pretend like you give a shit why I left."
This time, Spiderman shuddered in pain.
"You two aware really close, weren't you?" Tony asked, already aware of the answer.
"He was friends with Spiderman first and didn't mind hanging around dorky Peter Parker." Peter whispered.
"I… I need to hear it from you."
"Because this is wrong, Pete. It's wrong. You're hunting down our friends! People we've both known for years just because they don't want to go on TV and show their faces to world."
"That's how they see it?" Tony realized.
"Tony's just trying to keep everything from…"
"From what?"
"I don't know. Things could have been a lot worse." Peter shrugged. "Tony made some compromises, but…"
"Thanks for trying." Tony kept talking in the hope that Peter would snap out of his current state of depression.
"But he's still hunting his friends down like they're criminals."
"It's the law, Johnny!"
"Yeah, I know."
Peter seemed to almost smile for a minute.
The alley was eerily quiet for a moment. A siren screeched down a nearby street and Peter watched Johnny's shoulders tense. "I miss you." Hazel eyes locked on blue ones and for the first time Peter felt like Johnny really didn't believe it. "I do. I…" he sighed, fixing his gaze at the ground. "I'm not his best friend."
"What?" Tony asked, completely confused.
"I wanted him to know I didn't forget him." Peter mumbled.
"Who?"
"Tony. I'm not his best friend. I know… I mean, people are saying…. But I'm not."
"That's sweet, I think." Tony muttered.
"That's not my problem anymore is it? God knows, I can't tell you where I am, or what I'm doing, so go ahead. Do what you gotta do, Pete."
"I don't want to." He took a tentative step forward. "I… I miss you."
"You didn't miss me enough to come see me in the hospital though, did you?"
"I…"
Peter shook with guilt. "I should have." A broken whisper was heard.
"You were busy basking in the new found fame. Yeah, I know. I've seen the tapes."
"I'm sorry… I panicked. The thought of seeing you like that… of you not waking up… I…" Peter ran a hand through his hair. "I was scared."
"Fine. Apology accepted. Can I go now?" He got a few steps toward the street when Peter grabbed him again and pushed him back against the brick wall. "Pete, Jesus! What the hell…?" He stopped mid sentence when their eyes locked again.
"I need to hear it from you. I need to know." Peter's hands shook a little against Johnny's arms.
"This whole registration act is wrong, Pete."
"Okay." He took a deep breath. "Okay. I really do miss you." He whispered.
Tony sent him a sad smile.
"Yeah, I miss you too." It was more than Peter thought he'd get and he couldn't help but smile into the next kiss. "Dirty back alley, huh? This is a little sleazy for you, isn't it?" The Human Torch joked.
"I knew someone with so much innuendo wouldn't be able to not-comment on that." Tony said proudly.
"Well, you'd know better than I would."
Johnny pushed him away. "You're a celebrity now, Pete. If someone sees you, trust me, it won't go well. And I have to keep a low profile." He sighed and pushed off the wall again, making for the street again. "The line's been drawn, Pete, and I'm not stepping back over it. Your move." He sighed again and moved out into the street.
"That was depressing." Tony blinked. "Which one's next?"