Hello!

Welcome to Sunset Simertria. This is my first long multichapter fic. I plan to include a lot more other characters and will add the tags as they go…as for a pairing? Honestly, I want to include one for Harry but I'm not sure who yet. I will let you all decide once we get to that point though! Also if you guys want to see any specific characters just let me know in the comments! I would be happy to add them if I've played the video game, watched the TV show or movie, or read the book series.

Also just for clarification:

Hadrian Black is Harry Potter.

Najeem is an original character.

There will be errors because I don't have a beta reader. (Will try to fix the ones I notice)This Spiderman is Andrew Garfield's Spiderman. The others will show up as well :)

So yeah…I hope you enjoy the first chapter.

P.S. I'm using a specific site for what the flower means. If it's inaccurate I apologize but for the sake of this fic I'm using that website xD and I'm not looking for constructive criticism. Just writing this for fun.

His body was racked with pain, staggering almost aimlessly through the streets of Forest Hill, New York. One minute a simple wrong step, whilst he moved along, had him gasping quietly from underneath his red and black spider mask to falling harshly against a brick wall.

Panting heavily, he let his head fall against the brick wall and unhurriedly looked down toward the right side of his stomach. Peeling his hand partially from his side, the sight of his profusely bleeding wound resulted in him throwing out silent curses. On top of his alarming wound, nothing was less ideal than Spider-man walking around the streets with a chance of not being able to fully defend himself.

Eyes fluttering closed mind racing for a possible quick solution, he let himself slowly slide to the ground against the wall. The night, up until that moment, played in his mind like a film in the cinema. From the moment his legs left the safe confines of his room to the criminal who managed to get lucky with his shot.

But then somehow, it led to the night in the clock tower. Hand reaching out desperately, those eyes of hers all trusting and full of love, then the echoing sound of — bang — her head hitting the concrete floor.

In a small fit of overwhelming grief, Peter ignored his body screaming at him in pain for the favor of his hands coming up to grip the sides of his masked head. "Please, everything is too much." He spoke aloud, voice laced with desperation to an audience of merely one — himself.

Oof!

All of a sudden the support holding him up seemingly disappeared within seconds. Body tilting backward, he embarrassingly fell through a door landing on a smooth light wooden floor. Blinking rapidly underneath his mask, he pushed the grief he had been drowning in away while he tried to make sense of his current predicament. He wasn't given much time, however, as he heard the soft footsteps of another person until they hovered behind his head looking down at him.

The person — he — had strikingly beautiful emerald eyes filled with worry and long black hair tied back into a small bun. Although being upside down made it hard to tell exactly, Peter noted the man wore a weird old-style butler outfit only without any gloves hiding away his hands.

"Are you alright?" The man asked softly, voice chic with his strong British accent.

Forgetting, for a mere moment, that he had a mask on Peter smiled brightly. "I'm a-okay! Thanks for your concern though!"

Though technically those words were a lie he found that the pain he felt was fully gone — like it was never there to begin with. His eyes quickly moved down to where his injury would be only to almost gasp in total surprise. His wound and the cut on his Spiderman outfit were completely gone. It was a bit… strange.

Pushing himself up from the ground, he listened as the door he had fallen through quietly shut behind him alongside the sound of a bell ringing as it did so. The small little place he found himself in was what he would describe as a classy little cafe with a small-sized bar at the very back between two doorways. Between the bar and the doorway were various sizes of tables and dark red seated booths lining the walls up to a certain point. Perfectly contradicting the various classy colors of the cafe was dark wallpaper with the occasional white lining of flowers.

"Wow," He drew out the 'o' as he took in his surroundings. "You've got a nice place here man!"

Smiling, the man placed a hand over his heart and bowed at a 45-degree angle. "I'm glad our friendly neighborhood Spiderman likes it. That means a lot to me."

Scratching the back of his head, suddenly feeling a little nervous, "That's me! But what about you?"

"My name is Hadrian Black, you may call me Ian if you'd like." He chuckled before turning his body a little and gesturing with his hands to come in further. "If you want you may take a seat and I can get you something — on the house."

Waving his arms rapidly whilst shaking his head, "No no no. I…um couldn't possibly take anything without paying, and also my whole identity is a secret type of deal . So it would be a bit hard to eat or drink something. " he was quick to turn down the offer — albeit a little hesitant. His night had gone terribly yet as soon as he managed to have fallen into this place it honestly felt like the troubles weighing down his shoulders all but disappeared.

Or more like the drowning grief that always managed to swallow him whole.

Ian smiled, nodding his head in understanding. "That's alright. Sometimes our customers just wish for serenity with no distractions, totally understandable. But still, if you wish to take a seat feel free to do so. I'll just be manning the bar if you change your mind — or if maybe you'd like to join me for a chat that would be just fine as well."

Turning away, Peter watched as Ian made his way to the at a normal pace. Right then and there, in his mind, he debated exiting the little cafe but found that something egged him to stay. It was like something deep down knew that he had some type of unfinished business here — only he could not possibly guess what that was. This was the first time he had stepped foot here…wherever here even was.

So he dwelled in the cafe making his way to the bar and pulling out a stool before taking a seat. Sitting quietly, he took a few seconds to further take in the person behind the bar that was Hadrian Black.

Whilst the cafe provided a unique classy style the man behind the bar supported it with a warm soothing smile and aura that was reminiscent of Aunt May. An aura that seemingly forced others to relax and take in the things around them in a more open manner. An aura that, to him, screamed home.

Breaking the silence, "So, ah, what's the cafe's name? I mean I was a little…busy to see the name so just curious…" he asked, stuttering a bit over his reasoning.

Ian hummed as he picked up a medium-sized glass. "Sunset Simertria."

"Oooooh, sounds fancy!"

Emerald eyes paused before meeting Peter's dark brown eyes with a twinkle of some emotion he couldn't quite place with a smile on his lips. "Maybe just a little fancy. I didn't pick the name though."

Peter tilted his head curiously. "Huh? Then who did?"

Ian said nothing in response, he only turned his head to the left. Peter followed his gaze, eyes landing on a pure black cat with yellow eyes.

Peter blinked. "Wait, a cat picked the name?"

Ian laughed. "Yup! Najeem wouldn't let me pick at all. Any name I came up with either swiped at my head or attempted to bite my fingers off." As he explained, the cat, Najeem, swiftly jumped up onto the bar and slowly made his way closer to the two — honestly more like strutting his way over like he was a model walking the runway.

He overlooked it for a moment there but Najeem carried something over with him. Once he reached them he gradually sat down, something that Ian raised an eyebrow at, and dropped what was a small pink flower in front of Peter.

Peter was taken aback. "Is…that for me?" He asked, his voice a little shaky as he was unsure.

Najeem simply stared at him — a stare he could've sworn was one conveying he was unimpressed by Peter's question.

Slowly he reached his hand out and gently picked up the flower with the green stem in between his fingers. When he picked it up he let it tumble into the palm of his hand.

"Baby's breath," Ian spoke, breaking Peter's focus on the flower in his palm.

"Baby's breath?" He echoed in confusion looking up at Ian.

He nodded. "Baby's breath, the flower, represents everlasting love." Suddenly that man opted to return to washing the glass he held in his hand whilst he continued. "Those that have left may not be by our side to hold our hands and love us as they once did but…you'll find that even so, our love for them is everlasting."

His words struck a chord within Peter's half-empty heart. A heart that once used to be like a full glass of water only now there was a large hole constantly pouring out the water he attempted to refill.

The ticking of the clock, the silent scream she let out, the falling debris clanging together as it fell with them, the — bang — of her head hitting the concrete. The—

He abruptly stood from the stool pushing it back ignoring it falling to the ground. His lips opened and closed whilst his voice begged to be released, but somehow nothing could come out.

Instead, he turned his back and walked away.

"To grieve is to let go and to let go is to understand that though they are gone…they live on in our hearts."

At Ian's soft slow words, Peter came to a stop just before the door he had fallen through not that long ago. He said nothing and only listened silently as the man contained.

"I may not know you personally Spiderman but please know that there are many ways to kill oneself. It's okay to take a step back and let yourself be just as it's okay to not have to save everybody."

Then he was gone.

Najeem, who remained where he sat before Peter had left, brought up his paw and began cleaning himself. He only stopped to say a few words. "Think he'll come back?"

Ian smiled mysteriously. "He will. I think he just needs a bit more time."

A couple of days after the whole debacle, Peter followed the same he had taken that night to where he remembered the cafe to be.

But when he got there all it was was one solid brick wall with graffiti on it.