Let's Get Back Home

14

Natasha walked out the room and you didn't have the guts to stop her.

Shit.

The door slammed shut behind her with a bang, the noise resonating in your ears for longer than it usually did.

The room was silent.

You might've just fucked up everything by walking into the room and throwing that one axe. I mean, it wasn't your fault entirely and was mostly bad luck but you still felt the pressure.

"Might as well give up sneaking around now." Peter 2 admits, letting the nunchucks he was holding clatter to the floor.

"I'm so sorry." You say, feeling the guilt spread across your body.

"Don't worry, it's not like we've broken anything." Peter 3 says, "We haven't done anything bad."

"But we disobeyed him." You say, your eyes fixed on the ground.

"So?" Peter 3 says, "Y/n, we're fucking Spider-Man, what can't we do?. Actually that sounds a little inappropriate but you know what I mean."

He forced a grin onto his face and you smile a little at his awkward joke.

"At least you've got a job offer." Peter 2 points out.

"But what if we're trapped here cuz of me. What if he stops helping us? I don't want you guys' lives messed up because-"

You start to rant but Peter 3 walks up towards you and looks you directly in your eyes, placing a firm hand on your shoulder.

"Look," He says, taking a deep breath, "You're overthinking. If anything this is cool because we've just met a..." He pauses, mocking you, "a famous singer."

He'd finally figured out the Avengers weren't a band. It was almost more memorable and tear jerking than a graduation. You were so proud.

"You guessed it then." You smirk, "I wondered how long it would take."

"I'm not that dumb Y/n." He responds, smiling back.

"Well," Peter 2 says, feeling a little left out, "I think we'd better get out of here."

"Good idea." You reply, looking back at him and giving a polite smile, "Back to dorms?"

"Back to dorms." Peter 2 confirms.

The three of you make your way back, striding across the corridors not particularly afraid anymore.

You hung out in the boys room for a bit. You dangled your legs over the side of the sofa as you switched between watching Peter 2 dance in the mirror and Peter 3 yelling at the robot.

Peter 3 was trying to get the robotic assistant to 3D print him a new fully operational camera but it didn't understand his voice properly. You suspected it was Stark playing a trick on Peter 3, it was clear they didn't like each other.

Peter 2 was standing in the bathroom with his door slightly open. You could just make out the man messing with his fringe, sweeping it back and forth as if deciding whether it looked better up or down. Every so often he would do a little dance or shoot two fingers at himself as if practicing picking up girls. It was traumatising but you just assumed he was commemorating the old days. The venom days.

Peter 1 still wasn't back and you were starting to miss him a lot but you had a feeling he would be back soon. It was probably something to do with your spider senses. You seemed to vaguely know the others moods which was quite useful if any were in danger.

"I'm going back to my room." You announce but get ignored as you stride out and towards your own room. You didn't mind though.

The door scans your retina and swings open, you're greeted by the familiar lush bedroom. You collapse on the luxury double bed, staring at the pattern on the ceiling as an idea pops into your head.

"E.D.I.T.H." You speak the name of your robotic assistant, "Or Edith, I'm not sure. Do you prefer Edith or E.D.I.T.H?"

You ask, almost not expecting a reply so you flinch a little when it does.

"I answer to either." The voice responds.

"Oh okay, Edith then." A smile started to creep onto your face, "I was wondering if you could make me a dress... a really cool one."

After all, you couldn't go to the party in your Spider-Man suit.