The cold wind blew through the partition of Peter's auburn locks with unspoken irritation from his seat atop a gargoyle of the Chrysler Building. It was a quiet night in the city, so quiet that he could almost hear each gust whispering into his ear.
I should probably get back, he thought. May's gonna be ticked if I'm still out.
He didn't move, eyes still glued to the small screen in his left hand.
Things had been hard recently. Not that they were ever really easy, but especially these past few weeks - the Spider Slayers, the Kingpin, clones. And the loneliness. That was probably the worst of all.
His eyes traced over the photo for the thousandth time. He'd bought her roses once, for her birthday, actually. He didn't know she was allergic until she phased away like he'd brought the plague with him and left Storm looking at him like he'd killed her dog. When she explained it, they laughed. She took the picture when he wasn't looking. His eyes were closed and he was kissing her cheek. She was smiling from ear to ear.
It was his own fault. He could at least admit that. Trying to get back together with MJ was a mistake, one that didn't even end up panning out. He…didn't really know what he was thinking. Maybe it was the panic, or the stress. Or the relief when it was all over. And now the one person he had in his corner could barely stomach even being in the same room as him.
He swiped right to the last photo in the album.
Lilies. She likes lilies.
They compliment her hair. He always thought it was beautiful. Now, it just made his heart churn.
Peter finally shut off his phone and slid his mask back on, leaping off his perch with a forced grace he almost couldn't muster up.
If I could turn back time, I'd put it all back to the way it was before.
