AVENGERS ONESHOTS (requests are closed)

The Peter's Day Out ~ The Peter Parker's

request: all three Peter's, Peter 3 was having a bad day and Peter 2 wants to know what happen but Peter 3 doesn't want to be a burden because Peter 1 is already upset. 

Peter 1- Tom Holland Spidey

Peter 2- Tobey Maguire Spidey

Peter 3- Andrew Garfield Spidey

nitetimeperson

warnings- just a little angsty, maybe some trauma and PTSD, post-No Way Home

words: 2814 (not as long as usual, but some angst/comfort :))

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Peter 1 walked down the semi-crowded sidewalk of Brooklyn, staring at the old gum that's become one with the cement and the scuffs and marks of shoes and tires. He swerved and weaved between folks going about their day as he kept his hands tucked tightly into his pockets.

His pace picked up with a breath-shocking icy wind picked up and funneled through the tall buildings. Peter took a deep breath as he walked into the bakery on 727 Manhattan Ave. Inside, his eyes landed on the tall girl, with curly brown hair. She was handing a customer their change and receipt. Peter walked up to the counter and waited patiently. 

"Hi there, how can I help you?" she says turning her attention to Peter. He smiles softly, "Uh yeah, just a Boston Creme and a latte." She rings up his order and opens the register, "Okay, 7.53, " Peter hands her a ten-dollar bill and she gives him his change. He puts it into the tip jar and watches her as she walks over to the coffee machine. 

Peter smiles as the thin-framed circular glasses hung on the bridge of her nose and her messy bun bobbed around as she worked behind the counter. 

"Hey MJ!" Peter hears the bell above the door jingle. MJ turns her head as she placed the donut into a brown bag. "Hey Ned, what's up?" she asks and places the hot latte and don't on the counter. "Thank you, have a good day, " she says to Peter and he nods, "Yeah, you too."

Peter's head hangs a little low as he walks out of the bakery, his sensitive ears eavesdrop for a moment. "So, wanna' come over a do homework while we binge Star Wars?" Ned asks, "Ugh, can we watch something different?" MJ groans.

Peter smiled and sipped on his coffee as he mumbled to himself. 

"I would love to watch Star Wars, " he says as he bites softly, slowly into the soft donut. 

An empty, hollowness spread in Peter's chest. Loneliness rang in his ears as he walked slowly down the street. December is a rough time for Peter nowadays. No more family, no more girlfriend, no more best buddy. Peter has cried all he could cry about the situation—many nights sobbing into his dirty pillow and wishing for things to be different. Sadness still wraps itself tight around his chest, but his eyes stay dry. 

Peter walked up the old, rotting stairs of his apartment, he jammed the key into his doorknob and hit his shoulder into the door. It was old and practically rusted shut. 

He threw the bag away and leans on the counter. Only thoughts and the buzzing radiator he could hear. 

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Scared, blue eyes. 

The last thing Peter 3 saw on her face. He was so close, yet so far away. The anxiety manifested as a sharp feeling stabbing through Peter's chest. He reached and reached, yet she's still so far out of reach. Peter could see her close her eyes and take a deep breath. 

The force from the long fall and then the sudden grab before she hit the floor broke her neck. The heavy feeling of sorrow and disbelief flooded Peter's senses. When he couldn't feel her take in the next breath, when her eyes didn't roll behind her eyelids, when she didn't rouse from unconsciousness; the scream that ripped from Peter's chest was that of pure devastation.