PETER
I think I like him. I mean, it's hard not to. He's nice, he's hot, he isn't judging me for being a gay autistic witch...
Damn. I forgot to tell him I'm autistic. "I'm autistic." Well...that solves that problem. I couldn't help the blush rising on my face. "Don't worry about it, darlin'. I won't judge you for what you can't control."
I wanted to swoon at his kindness...and his accent. When I thought it was impossible to get any redder, he smiled and broke the tension.
"Tell me more about yourself darlin'. Where you from?" He asked. I sat on my bed before responding. "I was born in Queens, but I moved here when Nat adopted me." I said.
"How about you?" I asked. "Well, I was born in the tiny homophobic Tennessee town of ✨Rose Hill✨ and I came here after my mom disowned me for being gay." He replied.
I was shocked at what his mom did, and admittedly a little happy that he was gay. Apparently he saw I was shocked. "Don't worry about it, she was a dumb bitch that always thought something was wrong with me."
I frowned even further. "Being gay isn't wrong, but I pretend it's because of my horrible mental health."
"I'm going to hug you, because touching is how I communicate my feelings. And...you look like you could really use it." And I hugged him. "I don't need pity." He said, yet he still leaned in and placed his chin on my head.
"It's not 'pity', it's 'no one should have to go through that.'"
Little did they know, just the start of that new, strong friendship, gave the gods more power.
TONY
I walked into the common room expecting Peter to be sprawled on the couch as usual, but he wasn't. So I walked to his room and found him sitting on the bed, eating candy with Harley.
"Oh good, you've met. Pete, your mom's downstairs, in the lobby waiting for you."
"She's back?!" He said with a huge smile. I nodded and he took off to the elevator.
PETER
Those hoes think I took the elevator. Nonono, that will only slow me down. I rode the rail down the secret spiral staircase, and found myself in the lobby after 20 seconds.
Mom was waiting, just like Mr. Stark said. I ran to her and we hugged. "Привет паук." She said. "Привет мама паук." I greeted back.
"When I was on my mission, I got you something." She could barely contain her smile. She pulled a box from behind her back.
I started to pull back the paper on the box. Then I cut the tape with one of my knives. Inside the box was an envelope and a styrofoam cube. First I opened the envelope and pulled out a paper.
Underneath that, it was thick with cash. I unfolded the paper, it was the deed to Mr. Stark's cabin. "О мои боги!!" Mom smiled. "You're already emancipated, so Tony and I thought you should have your own place."
"Go live your dream, meet a nice guy, get married. Foster some kids. And I'll always be here."
I could feel the hot tears in my eyes. We hugged again, then I grabbed the last thing in the box. I cut the tape and peeled away the styrofoam.
Inside was a key ring, with car keys attached. "Мама, ты не сделал!"
She smiled. "Oh yes I did." She started pulling me to the garage.
When we got there, right in the front was a grey corvette. "Oh my gods, mom! That car is like, 60,000 dollars!" She didn't seemed fazed in the slightest. "Only the best for my baby."
I couldn't help but smile.
NATASHA
He got into the driver's seat and I got into the passenger's seat. "It has heated seats, a suit, knives and guns, heating and cooling cupholders, and Karen and Friday. And sometimes when your tired or can't drive, you can put it on ✨autopilot✨"
"Thanks mom, I love it. But I have meltdowns and panic attacks. I had to quit being Spiderman because of it. I can't live alone." He thought he got me. "That's why Harley is moving with you."
At the mention of Harley he blushed. "Hahjshrjejanans." My eyes widened. "How the fuck can you talk in keyboard smash!!???"
