LONELY HEARTS | ❝You don't have to be a hero, just like I don't have to be sad all the time, but sometimes fate works in strange ways and, well, here we are❞
PRE-CIVIL WAR → HOMECOMING | PETER PARKER
BOOK ONE IN THE HERO OF HEROES SERIES
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IT WAS A FEW DAYS LATER, JUST BEFORE THE START OF SCHOOL, WHEN DIANA RECEIVED A TEXT FROM NICKY THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING. She had just finished eating dinner with an angry Flash and a smug Harrison. Jesse had tried convincing Diana to play cards, but the girl refused, wanting to hide out in her room as soon as possible, the tension in the air choking her.
She was texting Gwen who was telling her all about this cute intern that she was working with at Oscorp and Diana tried to sound supportive and not as if she wanted throw the girl off the nearest bridge; they hadn't discussed Flash and Gwen's breakup, but it didn't mean Diana couldn't have heard it from Flash.
to: Gwen (10:27 pm) Sorry if I don't respond it's cause I fell asleep
Lying so that she would have an easy way out if she got tired of pretending to be okay was always her go-to, it seemed.
from: Gwen (10:27 pm) Okay yeah I'll text you tmrw goodnight!
She smiled and closed out of the text window, relieved to be freed from the conversation. She loved Gwen, she really did, but she just couldn't handle the topic. She couldn't handle talking either, she just wanted to stare at the ceiling or sleep.
But the world had other, more painful plans.
from: Nicky (10:32 pm) Peter is going over he's beat up bad
Her heart began to race and stood up, locking her door and unlocking her window, leaving the curtains partly open. She reached under her bed, relieved to find that no one had touched her things while she was gone. Not even Flash.
At the thought of Flash, her stomach plummeted and she turned to look at the door. Every so often, the boy seemed to find his way onto the foot of her bed, curled up into a little ball fast asleep, leaving when she found him. She hoped that he wouldn't try to get in that night, mainly because of Peter, but also because her door was locked and if he found it locked, he might think that she was telling him he wasn't welcome.
Before she could continue thinking about worst case scenarios, she heard a quiet knock on her window. Whirling around, she found herself face to face with a red mask and big, white eyes.
As if in a trance, Diana made her way to the window, pulling it open and stepping back, watching as the familiar stranger crawled into the room, movements slow and calculated.
"Shit, Peter," she breathed, closing the window and helping him onto her bed.
He groaned, head lolling back onto the pillow. He pressed the button on his chest, his suit deflating and becoming baggy. She raised her eyebrows, surprised, as she helped him out of it, leaving him in his boxers.
