two sided | peter parker

XXXVIII | failure

『fail·ure | noun | lack of success』

EBONY GROANED, throwing her head back and incredibly close to smashing it against the keyboard repeatedly. Her computer had been glitching out for what seemed like the umpteenth time whilst regretting not asking Tony earlier. The genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist himself was away with Pepper on a much needed vacation.

She was reluctant to call him due to her own respect for Tony and the reluctance to bother him in the pathetic need. Frowning, there was no way that she could do what she wanted when her computer was being as ridiculous as this. True, she could ask for Peter's help, but that would seem pretty bitter in her perspective as well.

Hearing her door open, Y/n walked in with damp hair and water dotting some parts of her shirt. She was clad in a pair of flannel pants, fluffy socks, and a shirt that subtly references The Office. "I heard you groan, you good?" The girl was smiling slightly, walking over to her friend while Ebony spun in her chair with a tired look.

Shrugging, the female looked back at her computer and her eyes averted back to the keyboard of her computer; the temptation to bash her head against it consistently was overwhelming. Ebony glanced at her friend again, pouting. "Honestly? Not really. This dickhead has been acting up all day. I don't know why either."

"Why not ask Peter? I know why you won't ask Tony, but Peter's fine. I think he's playing Uno with Faye right now." Y/n spun on her heel, her friend still watching her as she walked out the door and back to the living room that Peter, Faye, and Viva occupied. From afar, it was obvious that Viva joined the game when Italian curse words sounded out loudly.

Soon enough, the little brown haired and brown eyed nerd skidded slightly and entered the room before clumsily hitting the door frame when he attempted to slide with his socks smoothly. He smiled and tried to play it off coolly, only making Ebony laugh and grin at him before he jumped over the bed and stopped behind her desk chair.

He blinked at her and analyzed the computer shortly, studying the messed up screen for a second. He smiled and cracked his fingers, his eyes glancing towards her with a hesitant look of asking her to move aside. Ebony stood up from her seat and stepped aside, watching Peter work his magic.

Instantly, his fingers flew across the keyboard as his eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed together in concentration. Occasionally, he would use the mouse to double click or naturally just click on a file. He was confused when a popup came up, yelping when multiple came up and alarms went off on her computer repeatedly.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Ebony yelled, jumping up as the others peeked their head in at the incredibly loud sound filled with tons of volume and consistent repetition. He was out of the seat, his hands at his sides as his caramel eyes studied the screen of the computer confusedly. Gripping the door, Viva spoke up. "What'd you do, little cazzo?"

He seemed to have a mixture of a smirk and a scowl, his head whipping towards Viva before replying. "Hush, cagna." Viva cocked a brow, but smirked proudly instead and let some air leave through her nostrils in an amused manner. Ebony was still staring at Peter, concerned about her computer and any files that she'd saved on there.

He assured her, noticing her stare and beaming softly. "Don't worry. It's just flushing itself out from the sources. After that, I should be able to fully uninstall it since it collected together completely." Nodding, the Asian-American grinned gratefully while the others just snuck away slowly and quietly to go back to playing their aggravating round of Monopoly. 

It took a while, the two being lazy on her bed and using their phones in the mean time. Ebony looked at him and blinked, beckoning to put his phone in her hand. Peter gazed at her with a questioning and rather reluctant gaze before passing it to her and letting her fingers curl around the expensive phone that Mr. Stark had paid for.

Suddenly, her contact was in his phone and he got it back. Ebony silently sent an iMessage game, a fun yet competitive few rounds of pool. Occasionally, they would look back at each other, scoff and glare, and look back to their own phones with more determined intentions. The glares and scoffs soon escalated to angry shrieking.

Tossing a pillow, Ebony screamed. "QUIT MAKING ME FEEL STUPID IN THE WORD GAME!" The girls walked in, blinking and confused with all the yelling since they had just settled down with watching a movie. Faye watched the flying pillow, Peter throwing one back and spitting curses at rapid fire before smacking Ebony with another pillow.

"Pillow fight!" She cheered, running to the bed and grabbing a pillow before smacking Peter. Suddenly, everyone was against Peter and consistently hitting him with a pillow from each side of him as he laughed hysterically. Ducking under another pillow from Viva, Wren walked in with some Chinese take out before setting it aside.

Before they could yell a greeting at them, Wren sprinted in and grabbed another bedding item. With a spiraling throw, it smacked Peter on the side of the head like an uncaught and well aimed Frisbee. Peter yelped, rolling off of the bed and landing on his side on the floor before chuckling some more, grinning. "That wasn't fair."

They all giggled and shrugged, Y/n staying behind to clean up the bedding whilst Faye called on her army of roombas that came by to clean up the feathers that littered the bedroom floor. Ebony shone a grateful smile before skipping away with Wren and Viva, the three enthusiastically chatting about things and Faye joining them shortly afterwards.

Peter aimed, picking up a pillow across the room with his web and tossing it onto the bed. It bounced slightly before landing as Y/n reached over and adjusted it. Smoothly, he shot a web to her back and consecutively spun her around at once. Her hands pressed against his chest as she squeaked, their eyes meeting halfway. "Hey," She breathed, staring at him.

"H-Hi there."