You are My Home

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Alone.

I felt alone. Maybe just because I was sitting in a dark, empty train waiting for my stop after a long day at my parent's office. Or maybe I felt alone because my parents had left to travel overseas once again, hoping to strike a big deal with billionaires in Europe. I knew it would be awhile before I saw them again. But I didn't mind, I was used to being left alone while they traveled for work. I'm MJ Altco, I'm always alone.

My mom was the CEO of Altco Inc., a tech company worth billions. My mom inherited the business after my grandfather passed away and she worked every day to keep his company going. She even ended up marrying my dad who was a scientist that had worked for her all those years ago. My dad always tried to stay home with me instead of going on work trips with my mom, but she drags him along. I have always felt closer to my dad. Maybe it was because he actually tried to spend time with me and do things with me that I enjoyed. We were a lot alike. My mom, on the other hand, had nothing in common with me. Her idea of a "girls day" was taking me to D.C. and leaving me alone while she went to meet with her investors.

I sighed and put my headphones in. I turned on my favorite playlist before laying my head back on the seat, trying not to drift off and miss my stop. But my long day got the best of me and I slowly drifted off. My mom would kill me right now if she knew I was on a train and not letting her overly protective body guard drive me home from the office. I purposely avoided him and left out the back door. He always warned me not to go anywhere by myself but I never listened.

As if almost on cue, A figure wearing a blue and red suit climbed in through a window and laid down breathlessly on a seat a couple rows in front of me. Peter?

He was clearly in visible pain and I sat up, running over to him. He was breathing heavily and coughing. He looked in bad shape, like he just got hit by a train. He didn't have his mask on like he did when he crawled into the train car and I barely got a good look at his face in the dimly lit train car, but I could tell it was not the Spider-Man I know. He looked younger.

"Hey-"

"Ahh!" The boy screamed and put his hands in front of him as if expecting to get punched in the face. "Who are you?" He said in a panicked voice, not meeting my eyes. It's like he was trying to hide his face from me.

"Who are you?" I questioned back, hesitantly sitting down on the seat next to him. "Are you okay?" The boy slowing moved his hands from covering his face to reveal his brown curls that were plastered to his face with blood. His face is cut up and bruised. He is in bad shape.

"I- Are you real?" He asked and reached his hand out to touch my face. The second his hand connected with my face it sent shivers down my spine.

"Um, yes, I am real." I stated and removed his hand from my face.

"Oh, um- sorry." The boy said and averted his gaze from me before shifting in his seat, gripping his side. Pain flashed across his face and he grunted, trying to sit comfortably in his seat.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I questioned. The suit he was wearing was scraped and there a hole revealing a large bleeding cut. It doesn't look like anything I have seen Peter wear before, was there another Spider-Man? Who was this guy?

He grunted again and moved to face me better. "I'm fine, but- um, where are we?" He asked, his eyes meeting mine. He had gorgeous brown eyes. The second his eyes finally met mine, I felt my stomach do flips.

"Lower Manhatten." I stated and motioned to the map on the wall above the seats.

"What are you wearing?" I questioned, hoping he would say it was some cosplay suit and he got beat up on his way to the train.