Locked Inside [Trans Peter Parker story]

chapter 13: Eddie Brock

I woke up with a wet spot of drool on the side of my cheek.
The 100 was playing in the background, I'm not sure what season or episode it is right now.
Cracking my eyes open, I yawned and sat up right. I wiped the drool off of my face with my sleeve, and rubbed my eyes to wake them up.
It was around 9am.

Huffing tiredly, I licked my chapped lips from the dry March weather, wishing for a tube of chapstick right now. Or a glass of water. Getting up and stretching, I ruffled my hair as I headed out of my room, in search of some water.
Downstairs, I saw May going through multiple dusty old boxes that covered the living room floor, most were old VHS's.
"Hey, s'going on?" I mumbled as I trudged down the stairs.

"Good morning Peter, I'm just going through a bunch of old boxes. Most of the stuff was Ben's."

"Oh," I said and my shoulders drooped. It had been two months since he had died, and I knew May was struggling, emotionally and physically. There was no way she could keep up with bills easily without Ben, and she was working double shifts on two different jobs. She wasn't normally home anymore either.

"I guess now, I should tell you we're moving."

I looked up. "We are?" I was a bit shocked.

"Yes," she nodded, "to a smaller apartment nearby. Don't worry, it's only a few blocks away, and you'll still be going to Midtown. I know it's sudden, but I think it will be a bit easier to maintain."

"Mm." I nodded, walking over to the boxes. "What are these?" I asked, while running my finger over the old cases.

"They're old videos. I haven't watched them in so long, why don't you pop in one?"

So I took a random one out of a box, blowing off all the dust, and putting it into the old VHS player. It fuzzed for a bit before playing a video.
It was my parents.

My mom, dad, uncle Ben, aunt May and I were at a green area, maybe in Central Park, having a picnic.
I looked maybe 6 or 7, with longer brown hair, but still in a ponytail.
Around us, was another family of four, whom I didn't recognize. There was a blond boy, maybe a few years older than me, a teenager, and who I assumed were the parents of them.

"Oh my goodness, the Brocks." May said while covering her mouth.

I turned to her. "Who?"

"Your parents co-workers. We spent so much time together. They had two sons, Marlin ad Edward, but we called him Eddie."

I tapped my chin, that name sounding a bit nostalgic. Eddie Brock. "I feel like I know that name."

"It was about a decade ago the last time we saw them. You and Eddie where inseparable, and hung out so often, we considered him your brother." She smiled. "I think he's in college now in Manhattan. Time does fly by."

"Do you have contact information? Maybe we can meet up again."

"He's most likely in the phone book. I'll go get it." With that, May walked away.

I sunk onto my knees, staring at the screen, at my parents. The TV screen began to blur, and a few tears ran down my face. I missed them so much.

On the TV, I was playing in a nearby river with Eddie. My mom was trying to get me to dry off. I heard her calling my name, and my dad dipped down in the river and picked me up. I squirmed in his arms, and the three of us were laughing.
Eddie's parents, May and Ben were playing a card game, while May and Ben shared a sandwich. Something happened to cause commotion, and May threw a piece of lettuce at Ben's face, who in return, wiped some mayo on her forehead. They laughed, and dropped the cards on the ground, May wiping the mayo off of her face.