Peter Parker Oneshots

SH Café

(Note: SH means Suicide Hotline.)

AU where Peter runs a Suicide Hotline café and doesn't know the Avengers at All. Helps out people who are depressed and suicidal and gives them a place to live before they continue life.

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The SH café is a place that's popular among teenagers, especially people with depression, abusive parents, or suicidality. The owner of the café is a teenager himself and has experienced these things before, and he refuses to let anyone else experience the things he suffered.

His name is Peter Parker and he's 16 years old this year.

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Clint walked around the streets of Queens with no intention to do anything other than enjoy the breeze. His bow and arrow were back at the tower and he didn't bring anything but a pocket knife and his wallet.

"Hey bro, ya wanna head back to that café?"

That sentence caught Clint's attention. He pulled himself into an alleyway and started eavesdropping on their conversation.

"Yeah man, let's go."

Clint blinked a few times before waiting for the 2 boys to leave. He's never heard of a café near Queens and never ran into it before. Being the curious person, he tapped on one of the boy's shoulders, earning a yelp.

"O-oh, uhm, how can I help you, sir?"

Clint sighed in relief as they didn't recognize him. He rubbed the back of his neck and gave them a goofy smile.

"Hey, sorry if I interrupted something. I'm new to Queens and are there any good places around here?"

He saw the boys relax a bit, probably in relief of not getting kidnapped.

"Uhm, yeah. There's this Suicidal Hotline café that we love and yeah. We could bring you there if you want?"

There was obvious nervousness in his tone but he played it all cool. Pretty cool guy to be honest.

"Thank you so much! I barely even know my way around here, so your help is hugely appreciated!"

The boys smiled before guiding him to the small café and then leaving.

The outside looked nice, with bricked walls, big windows, and bushes just in front of the windows. The door was a dark oak wooden door that has a slight gold paint detail.

Upon entering the small café with a small 'ding' by the bell, a strong smell of coffee immediately engulfed him. The walls were covered with baby blue paint and wall paintings of spiders, webs, and posters. The floor was a dark oak flooring with white stripes in between every line.

The tables were wood and metal and couches were placed against the walls, alternating from red to blue and back to red. 

Behind a counter, there was a boy with short chocolate brown curls and honey brown eyes. The boy looked up from the counter and gave Clint a bright smile.

"Welcome! You must be new around here!"

The boy took a step back from the counter and ran towards it, jumping sideways and using one hand as a boost to jump over the counter. He landed the jump and dusted off some imaginary dust on his apron before pulling his hand out for a shake, which Clint gladly accepted.

"My name is Peter and I'm the owner of this café. I'll go brew up a welcome coffee for you so if you may, please take a seat."

Clint smiled and took a seat right next to a window. He watched as the cars passed by the café and speeded through the road. He didn't know how long it had been but it sure had been enough that Peter came to his table with 2 cups. Peter handed him one of the cups and sat down beside him. (Not HawkSpider)