𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄|| 𝐏. 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑 ||

𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞-𝖙𝖜𝖔

AFTER THE DAMAGE WAS DONE, Mr Beck- I mean Mysterio- Invited me over to a nearby bar for a drink. He knew I was a little young to get a drink but I ordered a pornstar martini anyway. That's one of my favorite cocktails.

"Hey," Mysterio says, clapping my back as I sip my drink with a sad expression.

After the battle, Fury had yet another go at me and I'm starting to get a little irriated by it. I get that he's Nick Fury but he's still human, just like me. There's no need for him to speak to me like I'm less than.

If I really wanted to, I could kill him.

You didn't see that, Fury. Just forget I said anything.

"We gotta celebrate, you did something good tonight." Mysterio continues.

"Yeah." I sigh. "I guess he's right. Tony did a lot for me so...I owe it to him, to everybody."

"Do you, though?"

"Yeah." I look at him. "Mr Stark gave me the chance to be more. He wanted me to be better than him and Fury just wants me to live up to that."

"What do you want, Peter?" Mysterio asks me seriously.

"I don't know." I scoff.

"What do you want?" He repeats. "You, Peter Parker. What do you want right now? I know you're thinking about-"

"I wanna go on my trip." I interrupt him and he gives me a nod to carry on. "I wanna go back on the trip with my friends and I wanna spend time with my girlfriend and maybe give her some."

"Ooh." Mysterio teases.

"Shut up, man." I chuckle.

"But you're not going to do that, are you?"

"No. I can't."

"Why not?" He finishes off the rest of his drink.

"Because I have too much of a responsibility."

A waitress informs me that I dropped my EDITH glasses on the ground and returns it to me. I thank her and hold them tight in my hands.

"Are those the...?" Mysterio points at them.

"EDITH glasses? Yeah."

"And they were just laying on the ground? Try 'em on, let's see how they look."

I chuckle and put the glasses on my face, looking at Mysterio expectantly for an answer. He winces and starts looking at me from different angles before he answers.

"You want me to be honest with you?"

"Please." I gulp down some more of my cocktail, the alcohol burning my throat a little.

"They look really stupid."

"Oh." I take them off. "Alright then. You put them on."

"Oh, no." Mysterio raises his hands and shakes his head. "They're yours."