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icb richie wants to kiss his brother….. discostan

   It’s been...about two weeks. Two weeks since everything happened, since he woke up on Titan, since he was thrown into another battle, since watching Mr. Stark die right in front of him. He and May stayed at the lake house for a little while, with nowhere else to go, eventually getting help from Pepper to find a new apartment in Queens. Turns out Mr. Stark had saved a lot of their things...which makes the ache in Peter’s chest seem all that more suffocating, but at least he hasn’t lost everything. Adjusting is hard, and as much as Peter tries to hide it, he’s different-- May can tell, and he knows she’s trying to help him, feels terrible about not being okay, but he has NO CLUE what to do about it. It’s all too much. 

     Maybe that’s why he shows up outside his old apartment. 

He isn’t planning on going inside, just climbs up the ladder ( without his suit on, but with his web-shooters underneath his sleeves, just in case ), up to the fire escape right outside his old bedroom window. A wave of nostalgia hits him-- is it even nostalgia if he was living there what feels like only two weeks ago for him?-- and he peers in through the window. What is he DOING?-- this is stupid, somebody’s gonna see him and ask why he’s here and then he won’t know WHAT to say, he has to leave, go be stupid and sad somewhere el- oh shit. 

    Someone definitely sees him. 

           ‘ hey, tozier. ’

                IT’S UNUSUAL FOR HIM TO SPEAK WITH SUCH KINDNESS TO ANYONE  ,  BUT IT’S RESERVED SPECIFICALLY  for richie  ,  it seems.  he takes a seat next to the teen  ,  a cigarette between his lips.

              ‘ come up with any good jokes lately ?? ’

now that will and el have moved, lucas is constantly with max, and dustin is either on his cerebro or with steve, mike’s pretty much been left on his own. it’s fine, he gets it. everyone’s got something else to do, and he got the short end of the stick. it’s really not that surprising to him, since that’s kind of how he grew up at home. middle child, only boy. lonely boy. it’s just how it always works out for him.

turning to face the voice asking him to play gauntlet together. mike was just going to play pac-man or super mario bros. by himself, but playing games with someone else is always much more fun. however, before he can even accept the invitation, he’s caught completely off guard by what this kid looks like: exactly like him.

wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, mike glances up at richie through his dark, thick hair. with a sheepish laugh, he looks back down at the other boy’s shoes, absolutely covered in half-digested food. the smell is strong and sour, and mike feels vaguely terrible for ruining richie’s shoes. however, he feels better, so that’s nice.