Summary: Peter 2 and 3 decided to surprise a certain young Spidey as he spends Christmas alone, lots of fluff as my favorite Spidey brothers comfort each other for the holidays <3
TW: SLIGHT SUICIDAL THOUGHTS BUT IT'S VERY BRIEF!
Peter sighed as he got up. Great. Christmas. All alone. How fun!
He looked around his bare, empty apartment. It was so...lonely.
No Aunt May, no MJ, no Ned, no Happy, no Christmas tree, no stockings hanging over the fireplace, non of Aunt May's horrible hot coco. Nope. It was just him.
He felt tears sting his eyes as he remembers what he once had, and how'll he'll never have it again. He wiped his face with the edge of his sleeve. Now was not the time for crying. He'd done enough of that.
He heard a knock on the door. He sighed and opened the door, not surprised to see his landlord there. Because who else would visit him on Christmas?
"Your rents way past due kid." He stated. Clearly not wanting to have his conversation anymore then Peter.
"I'm sorry sir, money's tight right now. Can I please just have another week?" He practically begged.
The landlord sighed deeply, "Y'know what kid? You're lucky it's Christmas and I gotta admit, I feel a bit bad for you, spending the holidays alone, that can't be fun. So you have until New Years to pay. But don't expect this special treatment again."
Peter put on a small little smile, "Thank you so much sir! You won't regret it! Merry Christmas."
The landlord grunted in response and simply walked away.
Peter sighed and closed the door, flopping down onto his couch with tears already starting to fall from his eyes. He looked out the window. It was pretty high up....if he were to jump....no one would care right? No one even knows who he is. And right there and then he considered jumping. Really considered it.
But before he could even get up there was another knock on his door.
"GO AWAY! I TOLD YOU I'D PAY NEXT WEEK!" He screamed, voice slightly muffled by his pillow.
He heard a slight scoff before, whoever was there, knocked again.
Completely fed up Peter angrily stomped over to the door. Tear tracks still on his face. He opened the door. Freezing instantly as he saw Peter 3.
"Now, that wasn't very polite was it Webhead?"
Peter felt tears once again sting his eyes. "Wha..what are you doing here?"
Peter 3...Pete, who had come to visit Peter a few times in the past, was at his front door, on Christmas!
Pete shrugged, "Your not the only one alone during Christmas."
"Oh right, i'm so sorry! That was a stupid questi-"
"Ay, lil bro, chill out. It's fine, I also just didn't want you to be alone for the holidays. Now can I come in or not?"
Before he realized what he was doing, Peter was hugging the older version of himself.
Pete wrapped one arm around his shoulders, his other hand going to Peters hair. Raking his fingers through Peter's semi-long curls. "Hey, hey. it's ok, it's ok."
Peter nodded. Letting go of his friend. Feeling a bit embarrassed for his childish behavior. But on the other hand, the fact that Pete's here, just so Peter wouldn't be alone for his favorite holiday, meant the world to him.
