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request for hurt/comfort tasm peter parker: it’s the middle of the night peter feels like something’s off so he goes to y/n’s house and he knocks on her door but she won’t answer, so he anxiously enters. he finds her having an anxiety attack (because of a dream she had about losing him maybe?) and does everything he can to make her feel better
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-TASM!Peter Parker
- Summary: Peter brings peace.
- Warnings: Mild NSFW, panic attacks, anxiety, mentions of death
Peter shot up with a start, immediately getting his bearings, prepared to fight off any villain. His spider sense had woken him up like a lightening strike, his breath racing and heart in his chest. But, there was a lack of danger around him, he found.
He whipped his head side to side trying to find the source of this anxiety his tingle was setting off. And yet, his room sat exactly the same as he left it, and there was nothing out of the ordinary. The sound of his phone vibrating caught his attention.
He swiftly picked it up, hoping for a hint of what was happening. And yet the name on his phone didn’t ease his anxiety, it worsened it. Y/N.
“Y/N! Baby! Are you okay?” He rushed, hoping to have some semblance of an answer for all of this. And he did, it just wasn’t the one he wanted.
Peter quickly realized your amidst some sort of panic, seeing as all he could hear was his name being repeated over and over, with gasping breaths and sobs between, and the word dead mixed around in there. Unfortunately for him, it wasn’t uncommon for something like this to happen, or at least it didn’t used to be.
He cursed himself for the previous choice he made, earlier in the night. His patrol had ended later than typical at a painful 4:00 in the morning. Deciding that Y/N was probably passed pout cold at this point, he decide to head back to his place, spending a rare night alone. But he should have known better.
You have been living with intense PTSD (self diagnosed of course, because a therapist would send you to the mental hospital immediately after the shit you’ve seen) for the past 9 months or so after seeing Peter in constant physical pain. His injuries burned into your brain. And of course you never complained about helping him at night. He was your person, you’d do anything for him. But just because your conscious had come to terms with it, did not mean your subconscious did.
When it was really bad 4 nights out of the week, you were waking up to night terrors of some awful thing happening to Peter. Unfortunately for you, your imagination and the reality of the things you’ve faced have put together quite the collection of horrific dreams.
But after finding the problem and the solution you were able to manage a more livable life. There were small things that made life easier with Peter. You would sleep in his shirts to have the scent relax you. You always text him before bed to see if/when he would be atto your place. You started taking melatonin (at his request) so that you had an easier time falling asleep.
Things were getting better. But that didn’t mean the rough nights had completely vanished. They happened every now and then, but Peter had typically been there by your side immediately, or only a few blocks away on patrol.
“Peter, please. You were dead Pete,” You sobbed into the phone. Your hands searched the bed for a source of comfort, and hand to hold in the dark. But it was just a big, empty, cold bed. You continue to sob at the feelings of empty sheets.
“Deep breath , I’m not dead. I’m on my way,” Peter replied from his end, pulling on the last of his suit, and getting ready to swing to your place. He made the typical 20 minute journey and solid 10 this time around, pushing his body to the absolute limit for you. Anything for you.
He slid into the room slowly, not wanting to startle you in your frightened state. His heart nearly crumbled at the sight of you. Sitting up in bed, hair strewn in every direction from pulling at it, one hand searching the sheet, the other firmly holding the locket to your chest, eyes red with heartache filling them.
“I’m here baby, I’m whole,” Peter blurted, sliding quickly across the floor to you, hands reached out. You let out a gasp at the sound of his voice, and let out a sob of relief at the sight of him. You reached your arms out to him, not trusting your legs to make it to meet him half way.
Within a second you felt his arms around your body, lifting you and pressing it into his body. With little effort he held you, flattening every inch of you to him so you were sure that he was here and real. Your hand tightly gripped the nape of his neck and his hair, pulling him impossibly close to you.
Peter, your heart sighed, getting a whiff of his smell. Sweet like vanilla. He was really here.
Time seemed to stand still with him in your arms. Your heart relaxed, he was real, he was whole. He moved slowly, tiptoeing around the room, and finally deciding on the bed. He laid against the head board letting you continue to squeeze around his neck, now you just laid in his chest instead.
A generous amount of time passed when you had eventually calmed down completely and fell into a trance state. But there would be no sleep tonight. Every time you closed your eyes he was gone. It was too hard. No sleep.
“How are you doing love?” He whispered, combing a hand through your hair.
“7.5,” You responded. It was a system you two had learned to use to help the other person understand where they were in the recovery process of what ever it might be. He nodded in response.
“How can I help,” He then asked for a little more detail.
“You can go to sleep love, you’ve been out all night. I’m okay now,” You responded trying to be rational. You knew he was tired. And you were actually okay with him going to sleep. As long as you could hear his heart beating, you would make it through the night.
“No, I’m okay. I wanna help you,” He replied. Stubborn as usual.
“The sun should be coming up soon, do you wanna go watch?” He asked, catching on to the idea that you would not be going to sleep tonight. You let out a sigh and nodded yes to him.
As you two unstuck from each other, you giggled a bit looking to your chest where there now lied a red indent spider from the suit Pete was still in.
“See, now you’re mine forever,” Peter commented, giving you a boyish grin. You leaned back into him, pushing your lips into his wanting to have him as close as possible. His tongue darted between your lips, roaming your mouth a bit.
Peter then pulled away slightly before making his way down your neck to your chest. He traced the outline of the spider with his lips, leaving kisses and small bites. He pulled your shirt down slightly leaving kisses on the exposed skin. You watched him with love and admiration in your eyes. He pulled away slowly, leaving one more kiss on your parted lips.
“God, when I look at you, I know, hell is another place I’d go to keep you warm,” Peter recited to you. You lean forward with a smile pressing a small kiss to his forehead.
Eventually you can both make it out of bed. You sit at the end of the bed as Peter changes into some of his spare clothes here. You grabbed the blanket at the end of the bed and made your way over to the window while Peter turned on the fairy light around your room for a little more warmth.
He pulled your lounge chair over, and propped it right into the spot with the best view out the window. He plopped down, and then placed his hands on your hips guiding you to his lap. You fluffed the blanket out and laid it across you two, leaning back into Peter.
“There is no where you would go that I wouldn’t follow. My soul is far too entangled in yours to ever let that happen. I love you forever,” Peter whispered quietly in your ear, and the sun melted into the world leaving an orange hew in the room.
You lifted his knuckles to your lips, and rested a soft kiss on them, then pulled it close to your chest. Minutes later you heard quite snores from behind you, and your body completely relaxed.
In some scenario where dimension hopping ala Spider-Verse is more accessible to the three Peters...
I'm gonna focus on Peter 1 and 3 being in the Raimi-verse for this.
Peter 2 inviting Peter 1 and 3 to a picnic in his world with Mary Jane. Bonus points if they're married and have a kid.
Said child (we're naming HER Mayday as per the comics) would probably call em Uncle Peter 1 and Uncle Peter 3. She wonders why her daddy has to be Peter 2 as he is her number 1. Peter 2 internally dies of happiness. Okay that's assuming she's on the young side.
If she's still on the young side, imagine Peter 1 and/or 3 babysitting her
(I'm sure MCU headcanon folks could reimagine some of the Peter and Morgan hcs but with lil Mayday instead, idk)
BONUS:
The Spider-Verse gang meet the Spider-bros, and Peter B and 2 just bond over their found family and talk about their experiences with their wives
NWH SPOILERS PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED IT YET!
Or... if you don't really care and want to read then please, carry on lovely reader
Summary: The villains were back and becoming unstoppable. How was Peter going to stop them this time? Maybe with the help of some unlikely brothers. One of which had caught your eye... this was going to be bad.
A/N: I've had this idea since I saw the film and honestly couldn't stop writing. Yes, reader is Tom Hollands Peters sister and is falling for Andrews Peter, to me they’re quite different in personality (comparing TASM and HC).
A/N 2: Did I stay up till 6am writing this? absolutely not
Requested: No
Word Count: 6.7k, a longy to welcome you all back to the chaos that is my writing, if you want a second part let me know! xx
Warning(s)?: F!Reader, Slow build up, angst, fighting, Character death, NWH SPOILERS!!!, Fluff, Blood, umm... cringe?, change of writing style (briefly), Y/N being a general badass
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Save Me Tonight
It was a stupid idea, too many things could go wrong but there was nothing you could do once your brother put his mind to something. He's been through enough, with the events that has occurred within the last week, it's all too much. In fact, what were you even still doing here? There was a hundred places you'd rather- no.. needed to be. Organising a funeral for Aunt May being one of them...
The thought alone brought another tear to your eye. When will you stop crying? When will the pain ever cease? You let out a long sigh.
''Look... I think I can repair the devices for Dylan and Marco... the others-'' Your brother, Peter Parker 1 spoke up to the Peter parker 2 and 3. That alone was something you were still trying to get used to. Ned and MJ had filled you in only moments after they arrived with them in tow when you were on the rooftop, trying to comfort Peter.
''Well I got Connor's, I've already cured him once so no big deal...'' Peter 3 spoke, earning a look from everyone in the room including yourself. He stopped fiddling with the device in his hands and glanced up, sheepishly with a smile.
''What? It's no big deal'' You couldn't control the small smile that grew across your cheeks. As soon as it arrived you quickly wiped it away, now was not a time for even a peek of happiness, too many lives have been lost and you were at fault for that. You were with Aunt May in the hotel when everything went down, they both wanted you as far away as possible but that was not an option, if your family was in so were you. Ever since Peter revealed his secret to you, you made sure you were the one behind him at all times, learning everything you could and even began training in self defence to assist in any way you could. You were never anything compared to his abilities, but you were more strategic when it came to battle, he had the nerve for fighting criminals whereas you had the knack for setting the plan into motion.
You could only hope that Aunt May was looking on, proud of her nephew. You selfishly wished maybe she was proud of you too but... it didn't matter, all that mattered at the moment was saving everyone and maybe....maybe, getting out of all of this alive.
''Good'' Peter 2 spoke up with an adoring smile for both the Peter's. Peter 3 took a few awkward steps away, scratching the back of his head as he went to a table at the back to begin. your eyes lingered after him for a moment before returning to your brother and the eldest Peter. You leant against the desk behind you with your arms crossed over your chest, desperately flooding your brain with knowledge and strategies you could use for a plan rather than... her.
''I think I can make an anti-serim for Dr Osborne... been thinking about it a long time...'' The eldest Peter stopped, glanced at both Peter and I before softly sighing.
''We gotta cure all of them... right?'' It was rhetorical but his eyes still traveled over us, wanting us to respond. Peter slumped his head down, you could see the way his body rocked softly with pain.
you bit your lip, glancing away not making eye contact. Of course you knew that but how? How in hell where you supposed to save the person who took the only family left in your life besides your brother. The person who has now made you orphans at their own hand. You couldn't forgive him, even if you tried. You lost too much to this world... there was too much hurt and pain and it consumed you, Aunt May was just added to that list and you could feel the list tear apart even more. You don't think another name could be added before it broke inside you and took you down with it once and for all.
''Right'' Your brothers voice was hoarse and filled with pain that it shook you to your core. You admired his strength and will and even honour. All you could do was follow in his footsteps.
''Right'' You voiced up softly, not trusting the sound of your own voice that cracked with raw emotion. Peter 2 looked over us both one last time and gave us a reassuring yet sympathetic look. I hated that look, both Peter and I have received it all our life because everyone around us died. A sad part of you knew that the look wasn't going to go away anytime soon.
''That's what we do'' Peter 2 directed that more to your brother than yourself but he made sure to glance your way as well, you were as much part of this as he was. He stepped away to his own station and began working on his devices. Your brother glanced up to both you and MJ, who was standing right beside you looking puzzled.
''What?'' he shyly asked.
''there's three you's'' She softly laughed and you nodded your head in agreement. You were never going to get use to seeing three of him... well spider-mans. they weren't all your brother from each universe as you learnt not too long ago, you were the only sibling to a spider-man which a part of you was relieved to hear. You'd hate for other versions of you to go through what you are currently going through.
''Hey... we haven't had a chance to talk yet... how are you-'' Mj turned to face you after a few moments and you instantly knew where this was going. It warmed your heart to hear the worry and concern in your best friends voice but you couldn't bare any more pity, not today. you turned to face her quickly and shook your head with a knowing look, she instantly closed her mouth and shrunk away, understanding completely that you didn't want to talk. She instead left after placing a warm hand on your shoulder in comfort towards Ned.
You needed to get out of your own head for a while so you walked around the room, glancing at all the different school science posters and knowledge boards that littered the room. it was a welcome distraction as both you and Peter shared a love for science, him more so after becoming Spider-man.
You hadn't even realised your feet took you to the desk where Peter 3 was, so engrossed in what he was doing he didn't notice your presence, or so you thought.
''I wouldn't take a step further if I was you'' You instantly stopped and ears perked up at the sound of his voice. He was a few years older than both you and your brother, though you didn't dare to ask any personal questions to either of the new Peter Parker's. Your curiosity could wait.
''What?'' You hummed, too entranced on one of the posters on the wall near his desk. Peter 3 looked up from his desk momentarily and glanced down at the ground in front of you causing you to follow his faze.
One, sad little banana peel laid near inches from your left foot. Laughter bubbled up inside you, humourless laughter but laughter none of the less. Out of all the ways to get hurt, a banana peel could be your undoing in a sense. You opted for a soft smile and shook your head, bending to pick it up with a glove left on the desk, placing it softly in the bin beside.
''Out of all the ways to go... a banana peel would sure be the most illogical'' Peter 3 had laughed softly at this and smiled before returning back to his work.
''There's dumber ways to die believe me'' He stopped, realising what he said and sighed before continuing on. He barely knew anyone here, including you yet he knew of the keen sting one leaves when they pass, especially in that sort of way.
''True, you could try petting a lion, or maybe eating a dart frog'' You had no idea what compelled you to talk but you did, wanting the distraction. Peter 3 chuckled once more, this time glancing up at you. You locked eyes with him and nodded, not allowing yourself to study his features before quickly looking away.
He seemed to notice your distance gaze because he spoke once more.
''Do you want to help me? I could use a second pair of eyes if you're not busy'' You had wanted to scoff at this. Busy? Your entire life has been nothing but chaotic and busy within the last 24 hours. This was the first time you've even had a chance to catch your breath. You did a little want to reject his kind offer, but the distraction would be more than welcomed at this point.
''Sure'' It wasn't until you sat down beside him, grabbed a pair of goggles and gloves and got stuck into helping that it dawned on you. You haven't even introduced yourself, in the craziness of everything it totally slipped your mind. Would it be weird to bring it up now?
''Sorry, I completely forgot to introduce myself earlier, my name is Y/N'' A soft tinge of red spread across your cheeks once the words left your mouth. He glanced up and smiled, chuckling.
''Nice to meet you, I'm Peter P- you already knew that... right'' It was still weird, your brother was Peter as well, just from this universe. Wow... there were 3 different Peter Parker's in circulation... who knew if there could have been more?
You both had kept up with small talk, little getting-to-know-you questions that weren't too personal for a few minutes before Ned spoke up hurriedly.
''Peter!'' of course, all three heads rose quickly and each held the exact same look leaving yourself bewildered.
''Yeah? Oh sorry... did you mean... or?'' Everyone apart from the three knitted their eyebrows in confusion as they all spoke in unison, as if they were the same person. in a way.... no not even close.
''Peter Peter'' Ned tried but falling short. You glanced between each three as they all pointed to each other, you rolled your eyes but with a small smile.
''He means you, Peter'' You spoke up, sharing a soft smile with your brother who returned it before returning his attention towards his best friend.
''The computer'' He points out, Peter's eyes shooting wide as he scurried over to see the diagnostics that was previously running had completed. After a few moments you resumed back with the current device, only needing one more piece before it was completed. Both you and Peter smiled in triumph once you were done, one step closer to putting this whole thing behind.
''Who knew you'd be a science whiz too, very impressive'' It came off sounding like he was a teacher complimenting a student but you appreciated the sentiment all the same. Though, you hardly recall blushing when a teacher ever said anything like that.
''I'm not as into it as my brother, but I do know a thing or two'' You both caught each other with a smile before everything finally fell into place.
''I'm ready!'' Your brother called out, alerting the other two Peter's.
''Yep, me too, okay... so now, all we gotta do is lure these guys someplace right? Try to cure them as they try to... kill us and then... send them home'' Peter 3 smiled sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders after speaking.
''Using a magic box'' Peter 2 joined in, still not quite sure how to process al this new... information.
''That's the plan'' Your brother spoke up followed by a small chuckle, not believing how this will work himself. Peter 3 abruptly turned, accidentally knocking you over slightly but his hands flew out to your waist before you could even stumble back. You hadn't realised you were standing that close in the first place.
''Sorry, my bad'' He stated, slowly releasing his hands from your waist before looking over to Peter 2.
''So what, are you going to go into battle dressed as a cool youth pastor? Or... you got your suit?'' Peter 2 lowered his t-shirt to reveal his own spider-man suit underneath. If the circumstances were less... hectic you would have swooned by being in the presence of all the spider-mans.
''What's that for?'' Your eyes followed the conversation, noticing Ned handing over a metal attachment to your brother.
''This is my web fluid, it's for my web shooter... why?'' A loud thwip was heard next, followed by a line of webbing from Peter 2's arm. Your eyes widen in disbelief.
''That came outta you?'' Ned speaks with excitement.
''Yeah, you can't do that huh?'' He asks, referring to both the other peter's with a furrowed eyebrow.
''No'' Your brother shook his head as the other Peter approached curiously.
''How on earth does that even-'' Peter 3 was swiftly cut off.
''Anyways we're getting sidetracked look... we need to come up with a plan'' You could feel his gaze before even making eye contact. With a cautious step towards the middle table, you uncrossed your arms and lent against it, eyeing the map laying on the surface. It didn't take long for the other two Peter's to glance in your direction as well, one with a confused look and the other with a slight look of concern.
''Okay, here's what we can try''
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Ned slammed on the brakes once you all arrived at the destination, the statue of liberty. It wasn't the first choice but for your plan to work you did require a landmark, and both you and your brother picked the one that symbolised second chances, which was what this was all about.
Everyone soon begins to pile out of the van, you being last as Ned tossed the car keys to you.
''Are you sure you want to be a part of this? Come with me and MJ, I'll portal you back if needed'' You shook your head, looking directly at Ned and MJ.
''I need to be at ground zero, if anything goes wrong plan B will be here, ready'' I glance behind me towards the van where plan B awaits.
''I'm still not comfortable with this Y/N, you could get hurt and after what happened with Aunt May...'' Your brother's voice broke near the end as he neared you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders tightly. You hugged him back and pulled away, resting your hands now on his shoulders.
''Peter, we've always been there for each other, that doesn't stop now. I know... i know it's going to take some time...'' You took a deep breath, not being able to bring yourself to mention her name at the moment.
''But... we've always had each other's back, through everything. You've got the power to stop this and I have the power to help you stop this'' You couldn't think of a better pep talk on the spot so it was going to have to do. Peter 2 and 3 looked at the interaction between you both, realising they had missed out on a part of the plan.
''Wait... you're not leaving?'' Peter 3 asks, taking slow steps towards you both. Your brother rose an eyebrow towards him bought took a step back regardless. You inhaled deeply as you made eye contact with him, willing yourself to stop the tingles channelling through.
God... this was like your brother! Wait- no it wasn't... this was another spider-man from a different dimension! Nothing like your brother... not even remotely.
''I'm sorry I omitted a part of the plan but if any one of these guys get inside your head-'' The level of concern that was radiating from him shocked you. It almost left you paralysed in your spot.
''Do you realise that you could die?'' You noticed the small step closer he took till he was only breaths away. Peter 2 was the one that stepped forwards, your brother just glancing between you two with confusion.
''Woah, let's all take a minute, no one's dying, the only thing that's happening tonight is curing'' You've come to notice he was the most optimistic between the Peter's. Peter 2 put a hand on the other Peter's chest and gently pushed him away, he quickly broke eye contact with you and walked over to the other side. You glanced away and towards your brother, not realising just how much your pulse had risen. Your cheeks were feeling slightly warm due to the encounter.
Your brother seemed to slowly click and he looked over to Peter, throwing a harsh look his way.
''It would be safer if you stayed with MJ and Ned, it's going to be dangerous'' Peter 2 tried to reason, if only he knew how pointless it was.
''Thank you but... no. I can take care of myself'' That was the last thing you said before leaving the group behind, quickly hugging MJ and Ned before taking the scaffolding up.
Peter's POV (your brother) #
Once my sister was out of view I looked back over at Peter, the one who was deserving of my hard glare at the moment.
''What was that all about?'' The eldest Peter unfortunately was clueless. The Peter in question looked at me and shrugged.
''She's your sister, how could you let her go? She's not like us!-'' Eldest Peter interfered again, sensing what was about to happen.
''We don't have time for this guys, if she wants to help then let it be, besides, why does it matter to you any-'' The eldest Peter's eyes widen at the end.
''Way...'' He trailed off, not really knowing what to say once he realised. A part of me, however, wanted to punch this Peter in the throat.
''Dude, she's my sister, really? You've known her for literally what... not even a day?'' I couldn't believe it, how could he even consider getting close to her. He wasn't even a part of this dimension! Let alone he was literally me!
''It's not important right now, let's cure some ass'' Peter slaps the eldest Peter's shoulders and gives me an encouraging smile before rounding up the scaffolding, us not too far behind him.
''I swear, he goes anywhere near me sister...'' I muttered to myself, causing the eldest Parker to chuckle.
Y/N's POV #
''Okay guys it could be any minute now'' You heard your brother through the earpiece. You could see out of your peripheral vision that he was currently situated on top of the liberty's head.
''Yep, almost done'' Peter 2 spoke next, webbing being heard in the distance. The plan was coming together at the moment, it had taken you all roughly 20 minutes to make your way up, planting little traps among the scaffolding along the way. You made sure to be between the Peter's and MJ and Ned, knowing when the time comes you'd need to be the middle man to throw through the magic cube to Ned when it was time.
''You know Max was like... the sweetest guy ever before he... fell into a pool of electric eels'' It wasn't till now that once you've stopped you could let everything sink in. All this waiting was giving you time for you mind to wander. A further piece of your heart broke when hearing his voice hold pain, each Peter had gone through something terrible. Fate was nothing but cruel to them.
''That'll do it'' The optimistic Peter chimed in causing a small smile to appear. A saddened chuckle passed your lips, appreciating the moment for what it was. You couldn't see any of them from this distance but you could hear each of them clearly through your ear. However, optimistic Peter didn't miss to notice the small smile fall onto Peter's face as he was standing on the same platform as him.
''Ahhh- there it goes'' This came through your ear piece followed by heavy groans. Your eyebrows knitted in confusion when you heard it continued and multiple Peter's talking and cracking sounds.
''Guys, I can't see what you're doing but it really doesn't sound... pleasant'' Both Peter's seemed to momentarily forget about their own earpiece and both laughed at how this must have sounded to you.
''God this is so cool, I always wanted brothers...'' Your eyes drifted over to admire the view, you lent over the railing and soaked in the cool breeze. You began to feel awkward, knowing you were listening in to what was potentially going to be a private and sensitive conversation between the Peter's.
''So you like make your own web fluid in your body'' You knew exactly where this was going, you opted to stay silent, the second hand embarrassment flooding to your cheeks.
''I really don't want to talk about this...'' Optimistic Peter spoke, probably being the only one to realise all 4 people could hear this conversation, one of them being you.
''No, I don't mean to-''
''Wait, are you teasing me?'' You wanted to laugh, they sounded more like middle school boys if anything. And these boys- ahem- men were supposed to be superheroes of their respected realm?
''No no no no no no no he's not teasing you it's just that... we can't do that so naturally we're curious as to how your... web situating works, that's all'' Your brother piped up, sounding very confused himself. This conversation was taking a dangerous turn you felt.
''If it's personal I don't want to pry... I just think that it's cool'' Cute Peter spoke next, sounding growingly flustered. Wait, cute Peter? You didn't have time to criticise yourself before they started talking once again.
''No... I wish I could tell you but I... I-I don't know how... like I just do it like... I don't do breathing I just... breathing just happens''
''Does it just come out of your wrists? Or... does it come out of anywhere else?'' You dropped your head down and chuckled to yourself, the second hand embarrassment still radiating strongly.
''Only... only the wrists'' Oh god please just shut up already boys.
''Have you ever had like a web blockage? Cause I run out of webs all the time... I have to make my own in a lab... and it's a hassle'' This needed to stop, you don't think you could handle much more of this... conversation.
''Alright, I'll just remove my earpiece guys'' You heard all three Peter's take a sharp intake of breath, forgetting you could hear them all.
''Sorry!'' All three called out in sync causing you to laugh.
''It's fine let's just... focus on the plan then you guys can... resume... this particular conversation without eavesdroppers'' sighs and laughter was the responses on the other end.
A fews moments pass by before your brother speaks up again.
''Alright guys can you feel that?'' You were clueless, not feeling anything as both Peter's agreed that they could feel something. Ah of course, Peter tingle.
Lightening began to blanket the sky. It was beginning. You quickly climbed a little higher within the scaffolding, adjusting your vest which held various equipments and even a secured weapon if needed. You had Happy to thank for that and the rigorous gun training.
''Okay guys here he comes'' You quickly got yourself into position. The Peter's soon began to begin battle with the villains, the loud sounds echoing through your ear. You kept your eye out and reached for your taser gun, lining it up. Your brother quickly swung to you, your eyes immediately noticing the new presence and your gun quickly finding him as well.
''Woah it's just me, heads up'' He throws the cube to you before quickly swinging away, Max in pursuit. You strapped your gun and caught the cube, taking off into a run towards the portal Ned held open with MJ. You safely jumped across the current scaffolding to the one just in front, a loud creak and slight swaying motion the only give away to your presence for any of the villains.
''Here'' You threw the cube towards MJ, she caught with ease before she noticed you run off again within a blink.
''Just FYI, Lizards guy's here too'' You heard just before a massive collision was made just in front of you with said Lizard guy and Spider-man. You froze initially, looking at the Lizard before quickly taking out your taser, aiming it towards him. With ease, your finger pressed on the trigger to release the taser which landed on the lizards chest, once it had made contact he had let out a major dinosaur like roar that shook that platform you currently standing on.
''Thanks'' Peter 3 said out of breath slightly.
''Don't mention it'' Given the lizard was easily three times the size of you, you decided to discard your first taser gun, knowing your chances at getting it back safely were slim to none. Instead you took off up the scaffolding, getting as far away from the growingly angry lizard.
Soon the whole area was being surrounded by flying sand and you had to stop, shielding your face with your arms as you could feel sand scrape against them. Once it had died down you took off again, noting where each villain was.
Luckily Sandman was taken out of the equation once the cure had successfully reached him, 1 down, 2 to go.
''No no no no no Y/N!'' Your brother's voice yelled in your ear. You stopped climbing up and glanced to your side to see him swinging towards you while glancing down. Just 50 metres away the Lizard was storming up towards you, climbing much faster then you ever could.
''Run to the portal!'' Your brother worried.
''No, there's no way I'm leading him to them!'' You quickly made it to the current platform and took off running, trying to see where you could possibly climb into the statue of liberty where the lizard couldn't get too.
''No he won't, I'll kick him out of the way and you jump in just before Ned closes it'' You glanced over your shoulder to the portal which was now on the same level as you. Ned was clearly struggling to close the portal, MJ trying to encourage him as best she could.
''I'm not leaving you behind'' You stubbornly say, hearing the familiar loud roar yet again from behind. He seemed to have noticed the open portal as well, beginning to run after the cube. You could see the fear in both MJ's and Ned's eyes.
''There's no time!'' It didn't take long for you to swiftly turn around, grabbing the wire from your vest that was handed down by Natasha. You threw it out, the piece of wire wrapping around the lizards legs tightly, making him fall on the platform. You quickly reached for your second taser gun and aimed but it was too late. The lizard has gotten free and caught the taser with ease, a sinister smile displaying on his lips.
''Run now!'' You didn't need to be told twice. you took off into the direction of the portal, hoping Peter would come in time to kick the lizard. However, you were lucky to make it as you felt the lizards claw grab your side, cutting into your flesh and throwing you backwards as he made his way towards Ned and MJ. You landed on the scaffolding with a heave thump, your entire right side shooting in pain and the massive scratch on your side to start bleeding badly.
You gave yourself three seconds to inspect the damage, the scratch wasn't deep enough to hit any of your internal organs thank god. It still hurt like a bitch though. You scrambled to your feet as you saw Ned and MJ now running towards you, leaving the portal.
''Guys, wrong way!'' The roar from the lizard silenced you as you watched him and your brother now leaving the portal as well.
''Y/n here'' MJ came up to you and grabbed your hand, leading you away with Ned in front. Thankfully the lizard was now distracted with your brother giving you guys a chance to escape. Though that didn't last long.
The lizard soon began chase with you three again as all 3 Peter's became in battle with what looked like Max and Dr Otto.
''This way'' You pulled on MJ's hand leading her down a different direction, Ned now following very close behind. Your right hand reached for the lizards cure that was webbed just above on one of the scaffoldings, your face grimacing as you did due to your injuries as you rounded another corner. Luckily Ned was able to produce a portal with water flooding out, intercepting the lizard and pushing him back.
''Y/N'' Your eyes found your brother and you quickly threw the cure over to him just before the lizards mouth tried to bite down, instead biting down on the cure itself, realising a green mist into the air.
''We have to hide this thing now'' MJ says, referring to the cube in her arms. Ned nods and so do you as Ned began creating another portal. Though you did not expect for Dr Strange to step out with a look of pure anger.
''Where is he? Where is Pet-''
''Wait, wait he has a plan, and it's working'' Ned quickly buts in.
''Plan?'' Dr Strange comments.
''Yes, he's curing them and it's working'' MJ points out, leading all of our gazes to the lizard who was slowly transforming back into a man.
''Well I'll be damned... did you just open a portal?'' Dr Strange asked Ned in confusion.
''Why yes sir, yes I did'' He replied breathlessly and slightly nervous with being in the presence of the wizard. He hummed in response before walking away. Ned shared a look of pure disbelief with both you and MJ as you both smiled at him proudly.
You winced soon after. Both Ned and MJ now turned to face you with worry. MJ unzipped your vest hastily and noticed the huge blood stain that was slowly growing across your shirt.
''Y/N, you need to go to a hospital'' You agreed, but once everything was over. this was manageable for the time being. Mj's voice must have been louder than you realise because you soon heard your concerned brother's voice through your ear.
''Y/N, are you okay? Where are you I'll come get you-'' You shook your head before quickly realising he couldn't see you.
''I'm fine Peter, don't you dare, you need to see this out. Besides, you haven't cured all of them yet'' The dread swept into your voice with worry as there was now only one villain remaining though he was nowhere to be found.
''Y/N I can see you, I'm on my way'' It wasn't your brother this time that spoke up but another Peter. He glanced at both your brother and the eldest Peter and they both nodded to him, telling him it was okay to go.
''Has my Spider-man come out to play!?'' A dooming voice lingered through the air followed by a terrifying laugh. You winced again but not out of pain this time. Why did it always have to be the worst for last?
''Strange no!'' Was the last thing you heard through your earpiece before a massive explosion went off, causing the scaffolding to begin to come undone. Ned grabbed on to the nearest platform to hold on for dear life as you shoved MJ as hard as you could given your pain towards the statue, being close to one of the arms so landed safely but harshly onto it. As soon as you took off running to the nearest ledge for support the platform beneath you gave way, causing you to become off balance and trip backwards.
''Peter!'' You cried out, gripping on to the edge for dear life. The pain in your was becoming too much as the sweat pooled at your palms, causing your grip to slip. You were able to hold on for two more seconds before your palms slipped right off the steel frame.
the scream was ripped from your body as you felt yourself falling through the air, the cold air engulfing you.
Your brother was quick to leap down to you, reaching out his hand as you raised yours. His hand was mere inches from your before the sinister laugh filled your ears above the wind once more, crashing into Peter and taking him away. Your eyes followed these movements, just now realising you were falling straight to your death.
You couldn't catch your breath anymore as you felt as if you were falling faster and faster and knew you were going to reach earth any second now.
Everything slowed down for a few moments as your eyes closed, bracing for impact. Three little words danced across your lips in a whisper.
''I'm so sorry'' You hadn't paid attention to the tears that had begun streaming down your cheeks.
Within moments you felt a warm arm circle around your waist. Painfully gripping onto you as your body jolted to a stop but it was crushed against something warm, not the cold cement you were preparing to feel.
Your breathing was laboured and short, eyes still firmly squeezed shut as your body began to tremble.
Soon the arm loosened it's hold on you a little, sensing the pain it had caused before and a hand had made it's way to cup your cheek, coaxing you to open your eyes.
''You're okay now, you're safe'' A sob had left you as the hand had begun wiping away your tears that had fallen onto your cheek. Your eyes had opened slowly, surprised to have seen you were standing upright instead of lying down in the cement.
Your body fell against his despite the pain it caused and he had once again caught you with ease, his arm holding you closer as his other hand stayed firmly on your cheek.
A few moments had passed before you had the strength enough to pull away slowly, begging to wipe under your eyes as your thoughts drifted to the others.
''Ned... MJ, are they safe?'' Peter was surprised to hear these being the first words to leave your mouth. You had almost plummeted to your death but your concern was on your friends rather then yourself. It was a quality he was admiring and adoring more and more by the second.
''They're safe, you pushed MJ out of the way just in time'' You slowly remembered that he was on his way before everything exploded. A sigh of relief left your mouth. You finally glanced up to Peter and looked him in the eyes, just now seeing the unshed tears pooling.
''Are you okay?'' You asked, your voice dropping to barely a whisper as your face moved closer to his, your own hand reaching up to touch the side of his face. All he could do was nod and close his eyes, sniffling slightly.
''I am now'' Once he opened his eyes again they locked with yours. So much raw emotion was being betrayed through them it had almost turned your legs back to jelly. No one had ever, in your life, had looked at you the way he was currently looking at you and it caused a reaction in your body that you couldn't even name or put a finger on. All you knew was that it was so intense it began to take your breath away, leaving your lips parted as they began to tingle slightly.
Soon the image of your brother being taken by the villain flooded your mind. Panic sunk in once again and your eyes widen.
''Where's my brother?'' Without thinking your legs had taken off into a painful sprint in search if him. Peter followed closely behind you.
''Peter, peter where are you!'' You called out, wincing afterwards. You ran over towards the cement wall where a piece of the liberty had fallen down to.
''I'm right here! Are you okay? Where's MJ and Ned?'' As soon as you brother called out from below, Ned and MJ had rounded the corner, followed by the eldest Peter in tow.
''Oh thank god'' MJ ran and threw her arms around you followed by Ned. You flinched but welcomed the hug regardless, just happy to see them both okay.
''We're all here!'' MJ sung out. All 5 of us walked over towards the cement wall and looked over, you leaning against to try and ease some of the pain in your side. You saw your brother's eyes soften once he saw all of you guys were safe, though they soon turned murderous once he spotted out of the corner of his Dr Osbourne standing up.
Worry crept in as you watched them advance each other, looking deadly. You weren't just about to stand down and watch as your brother gets murdered or possibly murders him. As soon as your body went to jump the wall arms had circled around your waist, ceasing your movements.
''Let go of me'' Your voice wavered with pain despite the tingles that flooded all over your skin from the contact.
''You're not going anywhere, stay here'' Peter firmly spoke, pulling you back and over to the side. Both the Peter's glanced at each other with a knowing look before heading towards the fighting pair. You watched on with hands fisted at your side, both Peter's stopping your brother and curing the last villain in just a couple of minutes.
You let out the first deep breath since this whole battle began, a tired smile forming across your lips.
We did it. We actually did it.
All 3 Peter's, including ex-villain Dr Osbourne made their way back to you three, Dr Strange now joining you all after been able to successfully stop the consequences from the magic cube exploding minutes ago.
MJ raced towards your brother before you could, holding onto him for dear life. You caught his eye and nodded, smiling proudly over at him as his arms held onto MJ in return. Ned slumped down to the ground, talking feverishly with Dr Strange about the magic cube and other magically wizard things related.
Optimistic Peter came over and hugged you softly, noticing the way you flinched away. He glanced down to his arm and noticed the blood that had left you and went onto his shirt. He had realised you lost too much blood.
''Guys, we need to go to a hospital now'' As soon as these words were uttered you could feel your eyelids begin to grow heavy, your body growing heavier by the second. Black dots scattered over your vision.
''I think I might...'' Your brother pulled away from MJ and glanced over to you worriedly, Peter reaching you just before he could. His arms caught you and lifted you up bridal style, turning you both around to the other two Peter's.
''Ned get the keys from her vest, you're driving'' Your brother had instructed in a hurry as MJ followed swiftly behind. Peter 3 had reached you first, taking you swiftly from the optimistic Peter's arms gently, holding you close to his chest. Your brother chose not to say anything as everyone raced over to the car apart from Dr Strange.
The last thing you could remember before fading into darkness was the sound of the car doors slamming shut, the engine being turned on and tires screeching against the ground. You were laying across someones lap, hand on your cheek stroking softly. You felt a warmth breath fan across your face as lips gently pressed against your forehead.
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➵ summary: Peter meets Andie, and they... get pancakes.
➵ word count: 2.2k
➵ tw: mentions of death, teeny mention of self harm, mental illness, drug relapse mention, alcohol mentions, (it’s the intro to a support group, so a lot of different stuff), lots of cigarettes smoked, drugs/ the act of doing drugs, Peter being *gasps* a dick?! unheard of, really.
➵ a/n: welcome to the first chapter! I'm not sure how long this series will be, but I'm kind of excited about it :). This series does deal with a lot of very heavy topics, and I suggest that if you’re a little more sensitive or in a not so good headspace with any of the things I've listed, I’d say maybe this series isn’t for you, but not to worry! I've got lots of things up my sleeve that are on the way, and will be safe for everyone to read! I love you all, thank you for the support. xoxo Mizery
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Stale, room temperature coffee.
That’s really all Peter had to say about the support group so far when Beau asked him.
“It’s fine. Coffee’s stale.”
In Peter’s defense, there had only been one session.
Beau was the one who pushed Peter to the support group in the first place, like he should even be taking advice from the guy who snorts white powder up his nose and basically eats cigarettes.
“Come on, man. Support groups are cool! I go to a support group!” Beau had said, trying to convince his friend to get help while he was carefully making thin white lines and rolling up a dollar bill.
”What kind of support group do you go to?” Peter asked, eyeing Beau up and down, his mouth pulled down in the slightest frown as he watched him snort the cocaine through the tightly wound dollar bill.
“Addiction.” Beau said, bringing up a navy green clad arm and wiping his nose, blinking his eyes rapidly.
“Awesome, glad it’s working, B.”
In all honesty, Beau just hated seeing his friend so sad, and he felt so useless about it, how was he supposed to help, “Hey man, sorry you failed to save your girlfriend’s life but were too late and now you're so weighed down with grief and guilt you had to stop being a superhero because all you would do is take your anger out on random people and everyone besides me thinks Spider-Man is dead. That sucks, bro.”?
Actually, Beau had said that, word for word, and Peter didn’t react very well, as any normal person would. Which is why Beau suggested finding a support group. He was worried that Peter was going to slip into such a depressive state that he was going to hurt himself, or worse, and he’d rather force his friend to weekly support grab rather than rehab, or a funeral, or even worse, pay for therapy.
So there Peter was, at 5 PM on a Friday evening, staring at his shoes and picking the styrofoam off of his empty cup of coffee, storing the broken pieces inside of the cup.
“‘Sup, Parker?”
Peter moved his eyes up to look at the younger girl in front of him, keeping his head still. If he remembers correctly, her name was Mia, and she was only 18, still a senior in high school, forced by her dad to come to a support group filled with 20 somethings.
She wore so much jewelry Peter was surprised it didn’t weigh her down, and her lips were painted a deep shade of purple, almost black, just like they were last week.
He’s pretty sure she was trying to befriend him so he would buy her alcohol.
“Mia.” Peter voiced her name as a greeting, nodding his head, not following her with his eyes as she took the empty spot next to him in the circle of chairs.
“How was your week?” The blonde girl asked, looking at him expectantly.
Peter sighed and set his picked apart cup on the floor next to his seat. “It was fine.”
“So was mine.”
Peter just nodded, trying his hardest not to engage with the girl next to him. His eyes wandered around the circle, recognizing several of the same people, and a few new ones. Probably either newbies like he was last week or just couldn’t drag themselves out of bed the week prior.
He leaned towards the latter.
And that’s right around when she walked in.
Long dark hair almost camouflaged against her black sweatshirt, a pair of black pants, boots and sunglasses to match. Her silver septum jewelry and lone silver signet ring were the only contrasting colors in her ensemble. Nails were bitten to the nub, unpainted, and the skin around them looked as though it’d been relentlessly picked at, a cigarette comfortably nestled in between her index and middle finger.
She was exquisite.
“Andie, nice of you to finally join us.” Elias quipped, earning nothing but a grumble in response from the dark haired girl.
Elias was the leader of the support group, having gone through some really dark moments himself, which he had yet to share in front of Peter, Elias thought it a good idea to start a support group for young people, around the same age that he was during his, in dark times to realize they’re not alone. It’s not a specific support group, it was kind of a melting pot for all sorts of people. Loneliness, mental illness, grief, anger, failure. People who felt like they no longer had anything to lose.
“Ah, ah.” Elias put a hand up, signalling the girl to stop walking, and she did, throwing her head back like she knew exactly what he was supposed to say.
“Sunglasses.”
“Sunglasses.” She mocked in a high pitch tone before taking them off and setting them on top of her head, revealing the most aggressive, dark, under eye bags Peter thinks he’s ever seen.
And, an eyebrow piercing.
“Cigarette.”
“What! You always let me-”
Elias cut her off gently, “We have newcomers, and we’re not sure how they’ll feel about it, alright?”
Andie narrowed her eyes and scanned the room, finally landing on Peter, already looking at her. She smirked and pulled a lighter out of her pocket, lighting the end of the stick and inhaling. “You don’t mind if I smoke, do ya, new comer?”
Exhale.
Peter shook his head, “Doesn’t bother me.”
Andie nodded and gestured to Peter, using the hand holding the cigarette. “See?”
Elias put his hands up in surrender. “Fine, sit down.”
The girl continued puffing on her cigarette as she sauntered over to the open chair next to Mia.
“Andie!” The younger girl exclaimed, eyes lighting up and smile beaming, looking at the dark haired girl like she had hung the moon.
“Hey, little.”
“Where were you last week? We missed you.”
Andie didn’t respond, just crossed her arms and shrugged. “Around.”
Mia nodded, obviously trying to be more cool and nonchalant in front of her older friend. “Cool.” The dirty blonde girl was quiet for a moment, picking at a rip in her jeans before she piped up again. “This is Peter Parker! It was his first day last week.”
Andie nodded, turning her head and narrowing her eyes at Peter for the second time. “Yeah, obviously. ‘Sup Parker? Do you have a staring problem or something?”
“I don’t have any problems, Andie. That’s obviously why I’m here.” Peter joked, his tone tainted with heavy, dry sarcasm. He turned his neck to look straight ahead, crossing his arms together, focusing his view on Elias who was getting a couple quick words in with the guy next to him before he started the session.
Andie chuckled. “Nice, Parker. Nice.”
-
After Elias did his quick opening speech, everyone went around the circle and shared their highs and lows for the week.
Amy, the girl with self inflicted scars littered up and down her arms, got her cat a bright pink collar. She also missed the deadline for an art contest.
Paige, the girl with bright orange hair and black roots growing out, watched her favorite movie with her boyfriend, Matt. Matt also relapsed and is in the hospital.
Quinn, the person with cool plaid pants and black painted nails, got 100% on the math test they were so worried about. They also had another nightmare.
Peter felt weird, listening to all of these people talk like they had been friends for years, catching up and filling each other in on what they had missed. What made everyone trust the people in this circle with their most personal victories and pain?
Tyler, the boy covered in tattoos and piercings, finally worked up the courage to ask for his barista’s number. His mom also lost her fight with cancer, explaining why Peter hadn’t seen him the week before. Everyone muttered condolences.
Andie bought a pack of cigarettes. She also didn’t sleep.
Mia saw her mom this week. Her mom and dad also fought again, causing her mom to leave once again.
Peter smoked weed with his best friend Beau. He also walked into a stop sign because he wasn’t paying attention.
Carson, the guy with the perfectly gelled blond hair who dressed like a middle aged yacht owner, got that new promotion at work he’d been wanting. He also caved and slept with his ex boyfriend again.
Once everyone had gone around the circle, Elias nodded, giving everyone a soft smile.
“Alright. Well, it’s the end of the week, meaning in just a couple of days we get a fresh start. A new week, a new beginning. Let’s not let these lows bring us down too low.”
Everyone nodded, whether or not they really believed his words was another story.
“Now, we do have a new face, and last week, he opted out of telling us why he’s here. But, he’s gotta do it sometime.”
Elias turned and set his attention on Peter, who raised his eyebrows, looking around the room, hoping and crossing his fingers that he meant someone else.
“Talkin’ to you, Peter. Why are you here?”
Peter swallowed. “I uh- Could we do this next week?”
Elias sighed, “We could, but, Peter, the longer you put this off-”
“Ok, ok, fine.” He cleared his throat, trying to will away his tears at just the thought of that night, “My uh, my girlfriend, Gwen. I couldn’t save her in time, she died in my arms.”
The room was heavy, the air feeling as thick and stale as the cheap coffee.
“How does that affect you?” Elias asked.
“How do you think it’s affecting me? I’m here, aren’t I? Why would I be here if I weren’t so fucked up in the head? I’m angry, Elias. I’m really goddamn angry. At myself, and at…God? I don’t know. All I know is I’m angry.”
Elias nodded.
The conversation moved on from Peter, but he still had that heavy feeling in his chest, that anger that wanted so badly to erupt and and yell and scream at every person here that they will never understand, that no one here can even hold a candle to what he feels. He could feel Mia and Andie’s eyes on him and he wanted to scream at them too. Andie, the girl who smokes and wears all black to look troubled when she’s probably just lashing out against her dad. Mia, who’s in high school and whose parents fight too much, boohoo, there are bigger problems, Mia.
Peter was still sitting, chest heaving when Elias dismissed everyone, and he didn’t look up when a body dressed in all black blocked his vision from the floor.
“You gonna sit there throwing a pity party for yourself or are you gonna get up and come get pancakes with me and little miss Mia?” Andie’s voice rang through his ears, her cigarette smoke clogging his nostrils, making his fingers itch to grab it and inhale.
“Fuck off.”
Andie crouched down in front of him, her sunglasses were back over her eyes but Peter could tell she was glaring at him. “Watch it.”
Peter scoffed.
Andie laughed bitterly, sucking on her cigarette and exhaling in his face. “We’re all fucked up, Peter Parker, what makes you think you’re so special?”
Peter didn’t respond, he picked up his demolished cup and stood up from his chair with so much force that it flew backwards, causing Mia, who was standing behind Andie to slightly flinch.
Andie stood up, turning on her heel to watch Peter exit the room and down the hallway.
“We’ll be at the Diner on 23rd!”
Mia and Andie waited a moment, standing in silence as they strained their ears, listening for Peter’s response, but there wasn’t one.
-
Peter walked through the door of the Diner with Beau not far behind, his eyes scanning the restaurant, looking for the two girls that had invited him here.
He felt bad. Andie was right, the reason everyone was there was because everyone was fucked up. He wasn’t special, and he felt bad. So he came to the stupid diner to eat stupid pancakes. But not without Beau, of course.
Also, Andie was really, really pretty.
“You sure this Andie girl was real? Not some figment of your crazy-”
Peter cut his black haired friend off with a smack to the back of his head, “Will you shut up, please? For once?”
“That would be wild if I was though, wouldn’t it?”
The two boys turned at the sound of Andie’s voice, and there she was, cheeks flushed from the winter night air and a smile adorning her face.
“You beat us here.” Mia said, putting her hands on her hips, “We thought you weren’t coming.”
“Never said I wasn’t.”
“Never said you were.”
“Touché.” Peter admitted, sending a small smile Mia’s way.
“Who are you?” Andie nodded her head to Beau, who was just staring in between Peter and the two girls, not saying a word.
“Beau.” He smiled, sticking out his hand for her to shake. “Peter’s best friend.”
Andie looked at Beau’s hand then back up at him, her expression unreadable due to the black sunglasses covering half her face.
“Nice. I want pancakes.”
Andie pushed past Peter’s best friend and made her way to a booth in the corner, Peter assumed it was the only booth they’d let her smoke in.
Mia bounced after her, sending Beau a quick wave and chirping “I’m Mia!” before scurrying over and sliding in the booth next to Andie, who, to his surprise, hadn’t lit a cigarette yet.
Beau still had his hand out, his lips rolled into his mouth and eyes narrowed, obviously taken back by Andie’s behavior.
And so it has finally come out. No, not spider-man himself sadly. Once again we’ll have to wait for a bisexual spider-man. The movie, though, is out in cinemas. The most anticipated movie since season one of the pandemic swooshed into movie theatres all over the world and caught about half of the world’s population in its web, without an ounce of queerness in sight.
Andrew Garfield attends the "Breathe" premiere during the 2017 Toronto International Film Festival at Roy Thomson Hall on September 11, 2017 in Toronto, Canada.
