NOWHERE LEFT • Peter Parker

twelve •

"I still find it weird."

April 2025

Peter's apartment was exactly as she remembered it from the first time she had been there, even if for only a moment to grab the homework he had forgotten.

His bed was pushed up against the wall under one of the windows, his sheets and blankets thrown about. A desk right next to it that she hadn't seen before because it was hidden behind the bathroom wall. The desk was covered in Spider-Man suit and gadget designs, his messy handwriting covering numerous pages.

Across from the bed there was another desk that was covered in old tech that had been pulled apart and opened up. Wires and screws covered the surface and hanging above it was a small TV.

Her eyes darted across the mail he had thrown on his messy bed from her spot perched by the window.

Bill Due: Final Notice

An eviction notice. She knew he had quit his job delivering pizza's and was working more with Karen, but there was something criminal about New York City rent, if it wasn't for Kate, Cecilia would still be living with her father.

Cecilia could hear the yelling of a couple from the floor below and the crying of a baby from above. She could also hear the soft dripping of his bathroom sink and smell the toast he had made a few hours prior.

Her eyes continued to scan the apartment, there wasn't much that screamed 'home', it was almost as if he was only visiting. All except one lonely picture on his nightstand that made her frown.

In the middle stood Peter, and on his right was Tony Stark, on his left was a woman with long brown hair, glasses, and a warm smile. This must have been Aunt May, she had heard only a little about the woman but Cece knew Peter loved her.

He had never mentioned the late Tony Stark, but yet again she didn't know he was Spider-Man and if what Clint had told her was true it wasn't surprising they knew one another.

Her eyes then drifted over to a small Lego figure that was behind the picture frame, it was a miniature Palpatine, the same one that came with the Lego Death Star they had talked about, the very one he never finished.

Cecilia sighed and sat down on the end of his bed, she wasn't sure what she was going to say to him, and she felt slightly bad about coming in through his window. But he had left it unlocked and he had no problem showing up at her's. She didn't know what her dad meant when he said Peter would have to explain everything to her.

She was still trying to wrap her head around the fact that her father knew. Had he known this entire time and just pretended that he didn't whenever Cecilia was around. Did he know during New Years?

Those were the questions she had for her dad, but she wasn't even sure of the questions she had for Peter himself.

And she wasn't going to have more time to think of any as should could hear the sound of his web shooter before he landed on his fire escape, a backpack slung over one of his shoulders and his hand pushing the window open, but when his lens covered eyes landed on Cecilia who was waiting patiently on his bed, he froze.

He hadn't been expecting to see her, not so soon, and definitely not after her passing out only hours earlier. She raised her eyebrows and waited for him to crawl all the way through. He noticed that her mask was pulled down revealing her disappointment clear as day.