“But I was just -” Peter insisted, wanting to look back to the work desk. He had been dumpster diving for tools long enough to know that was stuff he’d never be able to get his hands on.  

“Hey. Language.”

The world was in chaos. The Avengers had failed and half of humanity had dissolved into nothing, with no one able to do a thing about it. Matthew, Wyatt, Chris, Tamora, Kat, and Aunt Paige had survived because they were part angel, and the rest of his surviving family were demanding a meeting with the Angel of Destiny to fix this.

In the meantime, Matt sat alone, in the attic. He hadn’t heard from Peter since that day, and while there was always the possibility his friend was busy, something in his gut told Matt the answer wasn’t that easy. But there was one way to know for sure.

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“You’re a kid?”

“ I just watched two seasons of Buzzfeed’s unsolved true crime and the supernatural series so I don’t think I’m gonna sleep again,” Gwen complained with a small groan. Gwen didn’t really believe in the supernatural and her apartment had a great security system so there was nothing to worry about but the blond was still a little reluctant to go to bed. Especially with her family out of town. Sleeping by herself did not sound like something she wanted to do. “ Thanks for stopping by to hang out with me. I feel a bit better already.”