# — IT'S NOT A ONESIE...

Sᴇɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜsᴇ “Hᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ (…)”s.

Sᴇɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜsᴇ “Hᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ (…)”s.

four word sentence prompt starter ( @thwipit​ ) ! // CLOSED STARTER.

“wanna go out sometime?” 

his words catch the redhead by surprise, almost stopping in her tracks as she stared at peter. “like..on a date?” she asks, voice quiet as she tried to hold back a smile. she wasn’t sure he was meaning just going out for lunch as friends or if he actually meant going out on a proper date. she was hoping he was though because boy she’d say yes in a heartbeat. “i mean– if you didn’t mean it like that, totally, i’m always down to hang pete.” mary-jane begins, quick to regain her composure after a moment of silence. her cheeks are pink from embarrassment due to her being so quick to assume but she doesn’t let the though go. instead, so he takes a small step towards peter, arms crossed and her lips pulled into a gentle smile. “unless..you did mean it as a date, because if so, i’d love to.”

felicia wasn’t sure what hurt more— the stitching or the fact that peter didn’t say it back. truthfully, she wasn’t sure what she was expecting. part of her hoped that maybe… just maybe… everything they’d experienced together, everything they’d shared meant that he loved her back. but here he was, avoiding the most important thing she’d said and instead, opting for a reassurance that she didn’t want or need. she knew peter would always be there for her, that’s who peter parker was — what felicia needed to hear was that he felt the same way, that she didn’t imagine everything between them. but just like her parents, she’d lost peter too. maybe not physically but emotionally. this was it, this was the only thing she needed to hear that solidified that she was better off on her own. she’d gone through her entire life alone, even with her parents being around, they weren’t very good at parenting and no amount of money would ever tell her otherwise. she’d let her guard down with peter, she’d given herself over to him completely and he’d inspired her to be a better person, to stand by his side… and now? now felicia had to fight on her own, she had to pick herself up because peter parker wasn’t going to and he never would. “you don’t need to be,” is all she says, her gaze drifting down to the stitched up wound before she’s pushing herself back up onto her feet, wincing as a jolt of pain goes through her but wanting nothing more than to run out his window. she felt humiliated and stupid; of course peter didn’t love her. why would he? they were two completely different people and mary-jane was probably much more suited for him than she was. she knew that now. this, whatever this had ever been, was over. the blonde makes her way over towards the window, hands resting on the windowsill, blonde ponytail flowing in the wind lightly. “i’m sorry about may. i know how much she meant to you. i— i heard about it in passing. but you’re one of the strongest people i know, peter. you’ll… you’ll find her, i know you will.” she can feel the tears welling back up and she removes the mask from her eyes, letting out a slow sigh. for once, felicia feels defeated. “my parents left me the loft. there’s a spare bedroom in there if you ever feel so inclined to swing by. it gets kind of lonely sometimes, you know? i’m starting to feel like i’m going insane in there all by myself.”

once the words left his mouth, peter could feel the guilt --- regret begin to flood over him. he shouldn't have said that, he should've just admitted how he feels but for some reason he couldn't. some small, selfless reason that may have cost him felicia hardy. a young woman already scorned and ambushed by heartbreak and loss. peter wanted nothing more than to kick himself, kick some sense into his being while the expression on her face began to crumble and this was all his fault. once again. 

“Did I? I feel like I have, you know, after defeating the grape juggernaut that is Thanos.” Tony replied, humming lowly as Peter continued his incessant mumbling. Did he ever breathe? “Can’t fight forever, kid, why do you think I’m mentoring you?” He asked rhetorically, placing one hand on Peter’s shoulder as he did. “Guess you are right though, can’t really rest while a mad man is in power.”

felicia knew that peter was going to take everything to heart like he always did. his huge heart and need for justice is what made him the hero he was, what made peter so inherently good. she’s watching him as he pulls the first aid kit out from under his bed, threading the needle and suture, noticing how his hands began to shake slightly. “it’s okay,” is all she can say, feeling her emotions start to bubble up. she’s always been good at suppressing everything she ever felt; almost like she’d trained herself to compartmentalize. it was the only thing that had kept her sane all these years, the only thing that allowed her to be black cat. but lately, the weight of everything was getting to be too much. felicia lydia hardy was far too young to have this much pain, to carry this much emotion and not be able to do anything with it. and the one person she’s ever been able to open up to is kneeling in front of her, looking up at her with those eyes and a small sob finally slips past her lips. the throbbing on her side had subsided to a dull pain, the anxious and overwhelming feeling of sadness weighing down on her chest bringing more pain to her than anything else on her body. felicia did need help— she couldn’t do this all on her own; she was trying so hard and failing every single time. and all she could do was punish herself for not being strong enough to carry the weight of her world on her back. maybe she really did need peter’s help in more ways than one. “i can’t do this, peter. i’m nothing like you. i’m trying… so hard… to be better, to be more like you and i’m losing… everything. i did lose everything.” the blonde pauses, letting out a shaky breath as she braces herself for the needle to go through her skin, her hand gripping tightly at the back of his computer chair. “and i’m sorry i left — i thought… i thought i was gonna be able to come back. but i need to tell you something because… i don’t know what’s gonna happen to us, pete. this isn’t the new york we left behind and if those sentinels come back after me and something happens to me, i can’t die again without telling you how i feel.” another breath, her eyes fluttering shut as she tilts her head up towards the ceiling. the pain from her wound and peter’s stitching is making her head spin, her own hands beginning to shake. “i’m in love with you, peter. i— i love you. i’m not expecting you to say it back or anything but i need you to know. just in case i disappear again and i don’t… come back this time.”

 the  second  that  peter  coughed  from  the  smoke  of  his  cigarette  ,  harry  reacted  instinctively.  the  other  male  put  it  out  against  the  ledge  they  were  sitting  on  and  flicked  it  with  two  of  his  fingers  ,  watching  it  fall  down  to  the  street  so  far  beneath  them.  “  old  habits  die  hard,  huh?  ”  the  question  bringing  back  to  them  in  high  school  ,  when  harry  first  started  smoking  ,  and  how  none  of  them  liked  it  then  either.  but  it  was  usually  only  peter  that  got  him  to  put  it  out.  “  work.  ”  harry  finally  ,  finally  let  himself  look  over  at  peter  now  that  he  was  so  close.  their  friendship  nothing  like  what  it  used  to  be  ,  but  harry  knew  him.  "  i’ve  noticed.  “  the  comment  so  bitterly  cold  compared  to  harry’s  voice  about  peter's  disappearance  from  his  life.  maybe  he  was  more  upset  about  it  than  he  realized.  ”  is  that  why  you  look  like  you  got  hit  by  a  bus?  this  work  doing  this  to  you?  "  

“You’d think after the whole snap debacle, the universe would give me some reprieve from time travel—not involve more of it in my life. Is it too early to reclaim retirement?”

felicia has so much she wants to say to peter, so many things that she needs to let out but she knows she owes him an explanation above all else. maybe that’s part of the reason why she stopped by; in reality, she could’ve probably stitched herself back together on her own but this was an excuse to see peter— to finally face him after all these months apart. she takes a seat on his computer chair as instructed, hand still pressed against her wound. “do you have a first aid kit or… something?” she questions, her voice a lot softer than expected. “i got bored and i was patrolling around… since you decided to take a night off,” felicia teases before leaning back in the chair and letting out a shaky exhale. “and then i ran into some sentinels and here i am. but that’s not important.” her gaze finally meets his, a small frown etched on her features. “we need to talk. about a lot. two things in particular but mostly… the reason i left.” she can smell the strong metal smell radiating from the blood and a lump forms in the back of her throat. “my parents were in danger, pete. so i left with full intent on coming back. but i– i got stuck in some sort of time loop and i think it’s because of what happened at the gala. i couldn’t come back. i didn’t… i didn’t say goodbye because i thought… i thought i was gonna be back.” a bitter laugh falls past the blonde’s lips, shaking her head slowly. “i guess it was all for nothing considering they’re both dead.”

“sure i do! i — wouldn’t really be where i am now if it weren’t for him helping me out along the way. and… there’s no way i’d be able to afford all the super awesome high-tech upgrades he gives me, that’s for sure.”

the last thing felicia should be doing is climbing into peter’s apartment through his window but right now, she doesn’t really have a choice. she’d been stupid enough to slip back into her suit, patrolling new york from a few different rooftops when she’d come face to face with a sentinel. and while normally, felicia’s pretty quick on her feet, this one gave her a run for her money, throwing her around and leaving a pretty nasty cut on her right side. she couldn’t go to harry because he wasn’t home and things with mary-jane were a little… iffy. so, she figured if anyone was gonna patch her up, it would be peter. shaky hands are sliding open his bedroom window, carefully climbing through, using one hand to steady herself against his desk. she already anticipated peter’s reaction before he turned around, holding one hand out to stop him from freaking out. “if you think i look bad, you should see the other guy,” she mumbles, keeping her other hand pressed up against her side, trying to keep herself from bleeding out too much. // @thwipit 

Ted listens as Peter puts the camera down in front of him. “Luckily for you I can fix it without looking through it. What’s wrong with it exactly?” He asks as he’s opening a drawer to get out some smaller tools that would work on devices such as this. Ted turns around to one of the robots in his lab, asking her to get a box on one side of the room full of parts he might need — and she brings it over.

while she wouldn’t admit it - probably not to anyone but tony, the two were very real with one another almost to a fault - nat’s faith had been somewhat shaken by the recent events. but when she spoke to people like peter, still bursting with hope and optimism, she’d be lying if she said her faith wasn’t the least bit restored. she adjusts her grip on the paper coffee cup in her hands before taking a sip, offering him a bit of a shrug. part of the assassin wondered if other’s saw the black widow as he had. she didn’t work with the avengers for any kind of glory but she’d like to think they made some sort of a difference, no matter how miniscule after all that has been happening. “you give me too much credit. i’ve seen you in action, you’re just as awesome, peter.” her head rests in her palm before his question is directed at her drink. “decent enough for another.” she waves over the counter girl and orders them two more. “and your tab is on me. don’t even try to say no - after all, you’ve seen what i’m capable of.” she flashes him a playful grin before handing over enough cash to cover their expenses. 

 harry  really  wasn’t  expecting  anyone  that  would  know  him.  his  name  slipping  from  the  stranger’s  lips  caused  harry  to  pause  ,  the  lighter  so  close  to  the  tip  of  his  cigarette  before  looking  over  his  shoulder  at  the  outline  that  was  peter  parker.  the  pain  was  apparent  in  the  other  man  ,  but  harry  chose  not  to  say  anything.  his  voice  wasn’t  up  for  much  conversation  with  anyone.  the  way  it  cracked  these  days  from  not  being  used  as  much  as  it  used  to  be  ,  he  would  hear.  harry  knew  that.  “  peter.  ”  he  motioned  for  the  other  male  to  come  closer  ,  forcing  himself  to  turn  away  from  him  and  lighting  his  cigarette  finally.  the  deep  inhale  into  his  chest  before  he  exhaled  a  cloud  of  smoke.  "  months  ,  years?  who  knows  anymore.  but  here  i  am  ,  alive.  somewhat  at  least.  “