Never Easier (TW/Avengers)

Love (Edited)

A/N:

Thanks! Love all the people that commented and helped. You helped with two things: my History project, and proving my brother wrong. He said you guys won't help.

I told him that YOU GUYS HAVE EMPATHY AND LOVE.

Love you!

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"Welcome back," Tony said. Stiles sighed and lay on his bed. "I wanted you to meet someone."

"Who?" Stiles asked.

"His name is Peter Parker," Tony said.

"Who is...?" Stiles trailed off.

A boy, his hair a sandy colour, came in. He had a sharp jawline, his eyes were the colour of hot chocolate. His skin was fair; and he was a teenager. He was wearing a Spiderman suit.

Not 'a', Stiles realised.

He was wearing the Spiderman suit.

"Hey," Peter said, waving.

"You're Spiderman?!" Stiles marvelled.

"Yep," Peter said, laughing. "It's crazy."

"I'll leave you two to it," Tony said, leaving the room.

"Why did he want you to meet me?" Stiles asked, pointing at the door.

"I don't know. He usually doesn't explain half the things he asks me to do," Peter shrugged. He sat on the bed.

"Well, it was nice to meet you," Stiles said.

"Same," Peter said, and held out his hand like a fist.

Stiles rose his brow at it.

"Don't leave me hanging, man," Peter said. Stiles smiled and fist-bumped him. "Ugh, homework sucks."

"I don't even have homework anymore," Stiles said. "It sucks even more. Can you believe it? I feel so sad because I can't do Math without good reason."

"You can do Math without a reason at all," Peter said. "Who says you're not allowed to do Math problems?"

Stiles shrugged. "I feel like I'm not supposed to."

Peter's head dropped on the bed. "I hate life."

"You're Spiderman," Stiles pointed out.

Peter looked at him, like is-that-really-the-best-thing-to-say-to-me-to-comfort-me?

Stiles laughed. "You know, people will kill to have a life like yours. Being famous, being friends with the Avengers, being this big hero that everyone respects... There's a lot of things you have that I wish to have."

Peter exhaled deeply. "I don't like everything about Spiderman. I mean, the powers are cool and being famous is great. But sometimes, it really sucks. Can you imagine running out of classes just for a robbery?"

"Sure, like—"

"And then finding police that already settled the situation? So you skipped class for nothing?" Peter said.

"But isn't skipping class a privilege?" Stiles asked.

"No. I'm failing everything. Detention everyday. And—get this—I have to run out of detention for Spiderman-ing too," Peter said, rubbing his eyes. "I can't even spend enough time with friends."

"Then just ask your friends to go Spiderman-ing with you," Stiles said, shrugging, as if to say it's that easy.

"I already did," Peter said. "But it's not the same. You have to make sure no one's there when you say their names, and even then, be extra careful and check for cameras or microphones. Plus, talking to your friends when you're not yourself is weird."