May
Hey PeterPeter
Hey MayMay
I just finished my shift at the hospital so we can get some pizza if you wantPeter
That would be niceMay
Good
Make sure your room is clean
And you've done all your homework
Or no pizza for youPeter
I know
See you soonPETER'S POV:
I literally haven't spoken or even texted May in weeks, and suddenly she texts me about getting pizza? Something's going on. But if we're going to go get dinner, I can't just wear my ripped jeans and a graphic t-shirt, meaning I had to do the laundry. Crap. I didn't have any money, let alone a bunch of quarters for the machine. I searched all over my apartment for spare change, only finding a couple dimes in the couch, and a nickel on the floor of my room. I sighed, and carefully snuck into May's room, and opened the top of her dresser, where she kept all her hats, and pulled a $20 bill out. It was the last one, I'd slowly been taking it, just so I could do the necessary stuff. Like getting dinner for myself, or like right now, doing the laundry.
I ran down the stairs to our downstairs neighbors, crossing my fingers, hoping they had some quarters I could borrow. Most people had a bunch of quarters, after all, we live in New York, you need to pay the meter. If you ever actually drove anywhere. And thankfully, Elizabeth opened the door. "Peter!" She said happily. "What a surprise? Do you need something?"
"Yes." I say quickly and pull out the bill. "Do you think you might be able to exchange some quarters for this?" I ask. "I need to do my laundry, but I think we're all out of quarters."
"Peter, it's for your laundry. I'll just give them to you. That's not something you need to exchange it for." She said, pulling out her wallet.
"No, really, it's fine." I said. "You don't need to pay for it."
"Peter, it's only two dollars. Besides, I don't even need quarters for the machine." She says, and I'm reminded that she, just like Ned and MJ do, have their own washing machine. Lucky.
"Elizabeth, really, it's-"
"Peter, I insist." She said and basically thrusted the coins into my hand.
"Okay..." I said. "Thank you so so so much."
"It's not a problem Peter, what are neighbors for?" She said and I dashed back up the stairs as soon as the door closed. Thank god I don't need to use the money from May. She might not notice if there's still a little bit of money there, but if there's nothing, she'll definitely know.
And as soon as I put my laundry, my phone dinged from the group chat.
Pigeon
Hey
Hey
Hey
Someone answer me I'm bored
Hey
Hey
Hey
I'm just gonna spam this until someone answersPeter
Hi
What's upPigeon
You stole my lineBucket
He didn't steal your line
Your catchphrase is 'Cut the check'
You say it all the timePigeon
No I don'tBucket
Yes you doSherlock
You really doPigeon
I didn't notice it
Can I add my boyfriend
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FanfictionWhen Peter Parker accidentally texts the wrong number, he sends a text to an avenger. But something is off, there are slowly more and more hints, telling him he already knows a little bit about them. Sorry I suck at descriptions. You've probably s...