Hi, Again | Peter Parker/ Spider-Man | ✔

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It has been about two months since I faked my own death. I've been so tempted to call Peter, considering I had memorized his number in case I ended up going through with this, but I knew I couldn't. Norman told me he's been keeping track of things at Oscorp, promising to let me know when I could return. So far, it wasn't looking like anytime soon.

I was locked away in a small cabin in the middle of nowhere. The isolation was nice, but I was starting to get lonely. I miss Peter like crazy, that feeling not helping my loneliness. I rocked back and forth on the small hanging swing on the porch, a hot cup of coffee in my hands. I watched how the wind blew the tops of the trees, birds flying in and out of them.

Sighing quietly, I placed my feet on the porch and stood up, setting my mug on the banister. I rested my elbows on the wood, jumping when I heard a voice from behind me.

"Bored?"

I quickly turned, seeing Norman standing there, a few grocery bags in his hands. Nodding, I stood up straight, "Very. I miss the internet."

He chuckled and motioned for me to follow him inside. Grabbing my mug, I stepped inside the cabin, following him into the kitchen. He pulled out various food items, putting them in the correct places, "With how things are looking today, it won't be too much longer," he told me, "It was looking like a couple of years, but now it's looking like maybe a couple of months."

I nodded and took a seat on the bar stool, "Can I at least call Peter?" I asked in a quiet voice, "To let him know what happened? That I'm still alive?"

Norman looked over at me, closing the refrigerator, "Peyton-"

"Please!" I pleaded, "I miss him so much and I know he's probably so upset. I just- I need to talk to him."

He sighed and rubbing his forehead before starting towards the door, "What I don't witness, it never happened." he stated before stepping out of the cabin and closing the door behind him.

I smiled brightly and ran over to the phone, picking up the receiver and dialing the familiar number. I listened to it ring a few times before the voice I had been missing like crazy answered.

"Hello?"

"Peter?" I whispered, a bright smile on my face.

It was silent for a few minutes before I heard him let out a loud breath, "Peyton?"

"It's me, Pete," I laughed, "I'm alive."

"I knew it!" he practically yelled, "I knew you weren't dead. None of it added up. Where are you? I- I'll come get you and you can stay with me again-"

"I can't," I interrupted, "Not for, what Norman is saying, two more months or so."

"Norman?"

"He used to be a close friend of my parents. He found me and suggested I fake my own death to try and get off the radar for a while. He's saying things at Oscorp are looking better."

"Two more months," he sighed, "I don't know if I can wait that long."

"Me either. It's so boring here."

Peter chuckled, "I'm going to find you."

"Peter-"

"I won't make you come home, but I can visit. Or stay there, I don't know. But I need to see you."

I smiled and nodded, only to roll my eyes when I realized he can't see me, "Okay. Just- just track this number. I have no idea where I am."

"I will. I'll see you soon, Peyton."

"See you soon, Pete." I smiled brightly before hanging up.

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