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꧁Chapter Twenty~Eight꧂

Without much care for who it is holding me I wrap my arms around their torso wanting to feel any level of comfort. As I place my cheek onto the chest of the person holding me, they pat my back softly as if trying to calm me down. After a few minutes of tears and sniffling the person speaks up.
"What's wrong, kiddo?"
At the sound of the voice I realize that the man holding me wasn't anyone I knew. In a bit of shock I pull back and look up to see who it is comforting me. As I look up I'm meet with a pair of tired brown eyes and a small reassuring smile.
"Hey...". I greet as I finally let go of the man and sit up straight.
He doesn't speak up but instead resolves to giving me a two finger 'salute.' As we sit there in silence I resolve to looking at every detail of the man who stood in front of me. Apart from his tired brown eyes and reassuring smile he had a bit of a homeless look to him. He had a bit a stubble that seemed to barley be growing in and then on top of his spider suit was a a washed out navy green trench coat and a pair of grey high water sweatpants. As i looked at him I thought that the mismatched colors were that worst of it until I looked down at where he stood.
I let out a small laugh which finally brought his attention back to me.
"What's so funny, kid ?"The man asked as his brows furrowed.
"Why are you wearing a tennis shoe on one foot and a boot on the other?" I questioned as I continued to giggle. This seemed to slightly irritate the older man causing me to regret ever bringing up the horrendous choice of outfit.
" I was in a bit of a hurry, kid"
I nod my head in understanding before getting off the balcony.
"So... you're also a spider man" I say matter a factly.
The man nods his head before leaning against where I had formally sat.
"Sorry about earlier." Even though he was the one who hugged me, I still felt slightly responsible for holding onto him without looking up to see if I knew him.
" No problem," he replies calmly as he shrugs his shoulders.
"Everyone needs a shoulder to cry on"
I nod my head in agreement before turning to leave, as I near the door I hear him ask the question I knew was coming.
"If it isn't to invasive why were you crying?"
" You know , friendship issues and what not."
He nods his head in understanding before standing up straight and sticking his hand out for a handshake.
"Peter B. Parker." He introduces himself as I grab a hold of his hand.
"Y/N L/N"
As I pull my hand out of his I see a bit of shock wash over his features.
"Is your partner named Y/N L/N by any chance ?" I ask finally realizing that if he's another Peter I probably look a lot like his partner. To my surprise Peter B shakes his head.
"No, her name is Y/N Parker."
At the sound of this I feel a slight smile start to form on my face.
" So you two are still together?"
The tired looking man shakes his head as a slight frown forms itself across his tired features.
"Unfortunately not anymore."
The happiness I felt for a Peter ending up with their person drained out of me. By the looks of it every Peter's relationship with any variation of myself was bound to fail.
"Sorry about that." I say as I think over the argument I had less than an hour prior.
"Some things aren't meant to last no matter how much we try."
The way he said it made it sound as if he had all the experience in the world and to be honest I believed he did.
I give Peter B. a curt nod before deciding it was time to make my exit.
When I'm almost to the hallway it dawns upon me that this probably the first and last time I was going to see Peter B. Parker. I quickly turn on my heel before running to the man who stood there watching me leave.
As I near him he seems to take the hint and spreads his arms just in time. While holding on to him I thank him for being my shoulder to cry on, the advice he'd given and most importantly for having treated me like a kid and not a hero.
"No problem, kiddo" He responds as he pats my back gently.
When I pull out of the hug I'm more determined to find my Peter and have a talk with him.
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While walking down the large hallways of the sanctum I call out for Peter hoping that he'll pop up soon enough but of course Peter being Peter he isn't to come out until he feels ready to talk. Upon resigning to this fact I start making my way back to my makeshift bed seeing that the sun has started to dip behind the mountains that I believe shouldn't even be visible. As I walk into the room I see that its been cleared out and the only occupants were the spider people returning from their own realities. I stand there in pure confusion as to where all of my belongings had gone and as to where I'm meant to sleep after the exhausting day I just had.
Seeing that none of the people coming into the room seemed to know what to do I press my back onto the wall behind me. I slowly slide down the wall until I'm sitting against the cold marble floor. With the coldness from both the wall behind me and the floor beneath me the weight of every minor occurrence from the last week or so falls upon my shoulders causing my eyes to fill with tears. I pull my knees into myself before lying my head between them and letting the tears flow. As the tears soak through the material of my suit I let out muffled cries from beneath my arms. The longer I sit there the worse I feel, I had wished to see both Peter(2) and Peter(3) days prior to this whole catastrophic ordeal. Then even before this whole ordeal I had messed up mine and Peter's second chance by saving the woman in the alleyway. From every perspective I was always in the wrong and I was always causing issues for myself and all the people in my life.
It was always my FAULT.
The longer I cry the quieter my sobs become and after what felt like forever I fall asleep lying on the cold marble floor.