ʟᴇᴀᴘ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀɪᴛʜ. |ʏ/ɴ ʜᴀʀᴅʏ| (ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪɴꜱᴇʀᴛ)

Havoc.

The night unfolded like a cruel dream, each moment laced with shock and sorrow. The once-familiar place, a sanctuary for Peter Parker's double life as Spiderman, now stood sealed and desolate as authorities combed through its secrets. The revelation of Peter's identity rippled far beyond the confines of the hidden lair, echoing through the city, the nation, and the world.

Headlines screamed the tale of heroism and sacrifice – Spiderman, Black Cat, and Mary Jane Watson giving their lives to protect the city they loved. The air was thick with collective mourning, an entire world grieving for its friendly neighborhood savior. But amid this widespread lament, Y/N confronted a more personal anguish, their pain amplified by the subtle omission of Felicia's sacrifice.

The news, with its glaring spotlight on Spiderman, left Felicia's heroic deeds shrouded in relative obscurity. Y/N, grappling with his own grief, overheard snippets of conversations that distorted Felicia's final moments, reducing them to a footnote in the grand narrative of Spiderman's heroism.

As the city wept for its fallen heroes, Walter Hardy, Y/N's grandfather, extended a supportive hand. The shattered family found refuge within the protective walls of his home, seeking solace from a world that seemed determined to overlook the nuances of their loss. The journey of coping had just begun for Y/N and Ben, their hearts heavy with the weight of grief, yet finding a glimmer of comfort within the haven Walter offered. It was a sanctuary, where they could attempt to make sense of a reality forever altered by the sacrifice of their parents.

"Was Mom a bad person, papa?" Y/N asked Walter, his voice filled with vulnerability as he clutched Felicia's picture in his hand. Walter smiled warmly and shook his head. "No, she was not," he replied with a reassuring tone. "People thought she was a cat burglar, but she never had any ill intentions." Walter continued, sharing glimpses of Felicia's true character.

"Then why do people talk bad about her? Can't they see she sacrificed herself for me, for all of the city?" Y/N's voice trembled with a mix of frustration and grief. "She was not a bad person, bro. All the time I have spent with her in the past few weeks, I know she is very loving and caring—a hero," Ben chimed in, offering comforting words to his half-brother. "Don't listen to those people. They don't deserve your attention." Ben continued to console Y/N, and the two brothers embraced, finding solace in each other's presence.

"I will go get dinner. You love Mac and Cheese, right?" Walter interjected, attempting to lighten the mood. "Yes," Y/N nodded, a fleeting smile breaking through the sorrow. "I'll come with you," Ben said, and they left the room, leaving Y/N alone with his thoughts. He hugged his mom's picture tightly, the weight of loss heavy on his shoulders, and let his tears flow freely.

Y/N drifted off to sleep on the couch, still holding Felicia's picture close to his heart. His slumber, haunted by grief, was abruptly interrupted by a soft knock on the door. Expecting Walter and Ben, he approached the door with a heavy heart. However, to his surprise, it wasn't family who stood on the other side but Maya, his childhood friend from Chicago.

Maya had traveled all the way to offer her condolences and support to Y/N during this difficult time. As she saw Y/N with tear-stained and red eyes, her own eyes welled up, feeling the weight of his sorrow. There was a moment of silence, their eyes speaking volumes before Y/N, overcome with emotions, ran towards her and embraced her tightly.

In that heartfelt hug, words became unnecessary. Y/N poured out his grief in Maya's arms, and she, understanding the depth of his pain, comforted him by gently rubbing his back. It was a poignant moment of solace shared between two friends who found strength in each other's presence.

They pulled back after a while, creating a bit of space between them. "How have you been?" Y/N asked, wiping away his tears, attempting to compose himself. "Good. How are you holding up?" Maya inquired, her eyes reflecting genuine concern. He shrugged, a mix of emotions still swirling within, as he gestured for her to come inside. They settled on the couch.