𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄|| 𝐏. 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑 ||

𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞-𝖙𝖜𝖔

NED portals us to our High School and I lead the group up to the rooftop where I hope Peter is. I damn near end up spraining my ankle again trying to get up there but fortunately, I don't. 

My heart pounds with relief when I see Peter's actually here. He's sitting cross legged, staring out at the city in silence. Me and Ned make our way towards him and I drop the magic box onto the ground when I see that my boyfriend is really badly injured. He looks even worse than when he took on Mysterio and when he came back from the battle with Thanos.

I instantly drop down to his level and cradle him in my arms, Peter relaxing when he senses that it's me and not some stranger trying to hurt him. Ned also cuddles him from the other side and Peter rests his head on my body as he begins to cry softly. 

I kiss him lightly on the cheek so I don't end up hurting him and whisper that he's going to be okay as tears spill down his bruised cheeks.

From his reaction, it's become clear to both me and Ned that it was his aunt May who died in the explosion and not someone else. My heart aches for Peter as he mourns the death of his mother figure, only a year after mourning the death of his father figure. 

"I'm sorry, baby." I say, kissing his cheek gently again. "I'm so sorry."

Peter doesn't respond, he just puts one hand on my body and cries a little harder. I don't need him to say anything in response though. All I need is for Peter to know that I'm here for him. 

His head begins to lift up and he looks around as if he feels something coming. That's when I remember that we brought along Tall Peter and Older Peter here too. 

"Peter there's...there's some people here." I tell him as he lets go of both me and Ned, standing up on his feet. 

Anger fills up his body when he sees them and I see his fists curl up into balls. 

"Hey, wait, wait, woah!" He warns them as they step closer to him. "What...?"

"I'm sorry." Older Peter tells my boyfriend, his hands up to show he isn't a threat. "About May."

"Yeah, sorry." Taller Peter adds. "I got some understanding of what you're-"

"No." My Peter interrupts him. "Don't even think about fucking telling me that you know what I'm going through."

Taller Peter sighs and nods sadly, gulping. "Okay."

"She's gone. And it's all my fault." He breathes heavily. "She died for nothing. So I'm gonna do what I should've done in the first place." He reaches for the magic box on the ground, blood trickling from the side of his face.

Older Peter tries to stop him. "Peter-"

Fuck, this is getting really confusing to even think about. I'm honestly still having a hard time trying to comprehend it all.