Glazed Eyes, Empty Hearts ➳ Spideypool

3➳Talk Me Down

I wanna sleep next to you
But that's all I wanna do right now
And I wanna come home to you
But home is just a room full of my safest sounds
'Cause you know that I can't trust myself with my three A.M. shadow
I'd rather fuel a fantasy than deal with this alone

*

"You like... a guy?" Gwen questions slowly, turning to face me properly. Her eyes widen a little bit. "I don't mean that in a bad way. I don't mind that you like guys. That's cool. I didn't mean to sound rude or anything I just didn't know-"

"Yeah. It's okay. I'm bi. Bisexual. I should've told you sooner, I just didn't know how," I explain, looking down at my hands.

"Yeah, it's okay. I understand... Who's Wade? Tell me everything."

So I spend the next few hours working on my homework with Gwen and gushing over Wade to her. I've never gotten to that about anybody to anybody. It's a lot more fun than I thought it would be.

*

When I finally decide to drag myself home, Jason is waiting and he's pissed.

He's holding Wade's sweater, carelessly left behind in the living room.

He waves it in my direction, eyes blazing angrily.

"What the fuck is this?" He hisses, backing me into the door I had just come through. He hasn't hit me in a few days now, guess this is the perfect reason to attack me. "Are you fucking gay?"

I shake my head quickly, filtering through every excuse I've got to find something good. "It's my girlfriend's! Gwen. Gwen Stacy. You met her once, remember? She, um, she cane over for dinner last Christmas. It used to be her brother's, but it doesn't fit him anymore so she gave it to me instead. I'm sorry."

The anger immediately dimishes and he tosses the hoodie back at the couch, slapping me a little too hard on the shoulder. I stumble forward a little bit and he's got a big grin on his face.

"You two having sex yet? Man, I never thought I'd be proud of you," he says, small eyes shimmering a little wit that happiness that he always showed May but never showed me.

"Yeah! Yeah, we are. Yeah," I stutter, chest constricting. Guess I've got a fake girlfriend now.

"Thank god you're not gay! I woulda beat your ass if you were," he says, chucking darkly and patting my shoulder again.

I nod quickly, swallowing heavily.

"I, um, I'm going over to Mister Stark's tonight. I won't be home until really late most likely," I say, using the bout of confidence from the confusing situation. "If that's okay," I add quickly.

He nods, shrugging and letting out a loud, drunken laugh.

I take this as a yes and quickly dart for my bedroom, grabbing my backpack from the floor and hurrying out without a word goodbye.

*
Tony's POV

The kid looks shaken when he gets to the tower, eyes wild and scared, a deep blush on his cheeks.

"Hey, Mister Stark," he says, voice shaky and a little too high as he schools his face into a neutral expression.

"Hey, Pete. What's going on? It's not a lab night?" I say, turning my full attention to him. There's a fading bruise on his cheekbone and a few miscellaneous bruises on his bare arms.

I was in the middle of trying to make pasta. And failing miserably unfortunately.

"Um, sorry. I'll go if you don't want me here. You don't. Why would you? I'll just- I'll let myself out. Sorry," he rambles, eyes darting as he stumbles back a few feet.