❝ 𝘞𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘔𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯❞ ⎊☾𝙈𝙃𝘼 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙡 ☽

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 7 - ℝ𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕒

I wiped my face already coated in dried tears. Peter and I both sighed simultaneously.

"It's been... a long past two days." He croaked, he slouched alongside me on our respective chairs. We were on the building floor below Nezu's office; it was where interrogations and detective work were usually held in meeting rooms. But Peter and I hung around in an empty waiting room while the adults did the actual talking in such rooms. After the discovery was made that Peter and I knew each other, Nezu made an interesting call. The heroes and detectives associated with our individual cases came together to form a bigger case for Peter and I. I guess Nezu realized just how serious our situation was once he saw that I wasn't just being a nutcase and spewing nonsense, afterall, someone else had the same recollection of memories as me.

I laughed flatly in response to Peter, "You think?" I smiled sadly, he replicated my expression as he fiddled with his thumbs. Even now I was still hesitant about being vulnerable, about being serious in this moment since I kept on with my shitty jokes at the most inappropriate times. A bad habit of mine really, thanks to Tony. I used to blame him for it all the time but... now that I was in such a tense situation, I understood his mentality. Because the moment that you stop joking around while the world is crumbling around you, you're actually forced to deal with the truth. You're forced to deal with the grief, and with the knowledge that you're helpless.

"I still don't know what the hell is going on." I whispered with a rickety breath. I stared down at the battered shoes I wore, the ones that Hawks let me borrow. Though, I don't think red is quite my color, and the shoes were 5 sizes too big for me anyway.

"It's like... everyone forgot about half the planet." Peter continued with my train of thought.

"Exactly." I crossed my arms, my voice still being low and tired. We sat in a comfortable silence, our headaches slowly leaving our bodies from each other's presence.

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"I never stopped calling you."

I turned to him in an instant, with a pained look.

"I called you every hour." Peter looked at the floor, with raised brows and exhausted eyes. "I told myself I wouldn't stop looking for you until I found you again." I took a deep breath, feeling the same sting in my throat swell up again.

"I wish I could've heard the calls." I nodded, putting my head on his shoulder. He tensed up briefly before relaxing again.

"I wish I could've heard you too." He returned the gesture by relaxing his head on top of mine. "Hah, the hero that was watching over me got really tired of me asking if I could borrow her phone for all those calls, so she bought me one."

I smiled, "The guy taking care of me gave me KFC after I had a mental breakdown." I snorted, trying to show some relatability. Peter smiled in return.

"You think you could share some with me?"

"Of course, it's the least I could do for all the times you gave me half a churro after your long days of walking old ladies."

He let out a genuine chuckle. "You dickhead."

A grin was plastered on my face in response. That moment of calm lasted only a little while as he eventually went back to his previous somber look.

"I wish I could go back to small missions like that. I used to call Happy every day wanting to do something 'dangerous and exciting' but... all of that seems so selfish now."

"You don't realize how good a thing is until you lose it." I mumbled.

"... Yeah..."

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