CARDIGAN, jegulus spider-man! au

"you just kissed me."

...hey! so you might want to reread the last couple chapters, this one might be confusing since i updated those as well!

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james is so fucking tired.

the sound of the tv is playing in the background, static in his ears as the news channel covers what just happened in times square. he's still coming down from it, the fight, and he should probably be paying attention to what they're saying, but he can't focus.

i'm moving to england.

fucking england?

james stares up at the ceiling of his room, feeling angry at regulus for the first time in a very long time. he doesn't want to be mad at regulus, but england is a whole other fucking country. he groans, one hand swiping over his face as the other digs around his pocket to find his phone.

he unlocks it on autopilot, and he doesn't know why he pulled it out in the first place until suddenly he's staring at pictures of him and regulus from a few months ago.

his heart is in his throat immediately.

he swipes through picture after picture, ones of him and regulus kissing, others of them just walking together, laying together, just— together. james realizes very quickly that he has no right to be mad at regulus.

after all, he's the one that ended things.

again.

james blinks back tears, throwing his phone face down on the bed beside him as he goes back to staring at the ceiling, waiting for it to give him some answers.

it doesn't, and he feels hallow all over.

his eyes flicker to his closet, where his grandfathers old briefcase is. his eyes stay on it for a long moment before he's flying up, slamming the door to his closet shut so hard that it rattles. he breathes deeply, leaning his forehead against the now closed door before walking over to his desk and grabbing his headphones, falling back into bed.

he listens to about 13 seconds of some randomly selected song before he's up again, ripping the closet door open and snatching the briefcase out, dumping all it's contents on the floor of his room.

his eyes stray to the wall of his room, the wall he's refused to let himself look at in months, and he's in front of it before he knows it, scanning over his very own crime scene board.

by the time he's done, the small section it once was occupying is suddenly stretched over the entire wall, and a picture of him and regulus catches his attention, the words beneath it ringing in his ears.

do i have to lose you too?

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james wakes up to his phone ringing, and he groans.

he'd been up all night blowing stuff up. well, okay. he didn't exactly mean to blow anything up, but still. after max and his freaky electrical powers managed to mess up his web-shooters, he started watching videos on how to make stronger batteries so it didn't happen again. he doesn't think he's lucky enough for that to be his first and last encounter with max, so he wants to be ready.

"hello?" james croaks, still half asleep.

"james. it's me,"

"peter? hey, what- what time is it?"

"uh, late. early. i don't know, i've been up all night. i need to see you,"

"are you alright?"