𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞? [𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

[four]

I walked into the comic store, and wow. Bucky was right, the place was totally different. Before, it had an old and vintage vibe, but now it felt more like a remodeled library.

I walked through the shelves hesitantly, making sure I didn't see anyone I knew.

"(Y/n)?" I heard a familiar voice say. I whipped around to see Tobey behind the counter. He was smiling and putting comics on the shelf behind him.

"Hey Tobey," I said, walking up to the counter.

"Where ya been?" He asked, turning back around to face me.

"Sorry, Tobey. Things have been... busy," I lied. He didn't know I died. Somehow.

"I understand. We have a whole stack of Teen Titans comics for you. Stan put one copy of every new issue in a box and saved it for you. When he... passed, I kept it going," he said with a sad smile.

"That's so sweet. I'm sorry about Stan," I said. Tobey smiled while ducking under the counter. He came back up and placed a box on the counter, and it was full of comics.

"Wow. I missed a lot," I said with a nervous laugh.

"Yeah. A new series started with the Titans, and I kept those for you too," he explained.

"Thanks, Tobey. How much?" I asked, pulling my wallet out of my pocket.

"On the house," he said, pushing the box towards me.

"Are you sure?" I asked, opening the comic box and putting some in my backpack.

"Certain. You deserve it. Hopefully you'll come in more now," Tobey said. I smiled and put all of the comics in my backpack.

"I will. I'm not as busy anymore," I said.

"That's good. I missed seeing you around here. Hey, do you still talk to Peter?" He asked. I tensed.

"No," I replied.

"Really? I just saw him in here," he said with a shrug.

"What?" I asked.

"Yeah, about five minutes before you came in. He was here with two kids and a lady," he said. My eyes widened as I quickly zipped my backpack.

"I gotta go. Sorry, Tobey. I'll be back soon, I promise!" I said, rushing out of the store. Peter was near. I had to get back to the compound as soon as possible without making a scene.

So flying isn't an option. I sighed and used my super speed to run back to the compound and up to my room. As I was running, I saw the Avengers pull up to the compound. Thank god I was going too fast for them to see.

I knew they'd ask a million questions about me being gone. Questions I wasn't ready to answer. I still had to process what I just did.

-

"Would you stop talking about it?" Mary Jane asked, annoyed with me.

"I can't, MJ! He literally described (Y/n)," I replied.

"And? He could've described anyone. Besides, that bitch is dead," she said sassily. I scoffed at her.

"Don't talk about her that way," I said defensively.

"Why? Still love her?" She said.

"Of course not. It's rude to talk about dead people like that," I said angrily.

"Whatever. She was a bitch," Mary Jane said, walking up the stairs to our room. I sighed and walked into the kitchen. Ben was sitting at the table, holding a picture frame and eating a cookie.

"What do you have there, kid?" I asked.

"A picture," he replied. I walked over to him to see the photo of me and (Y/n) at homecoming our freshman year.

"Where'd you find this?" I asked, taking it from him.

"Rosie gave it to me," Ben said, taking a bite out of his cookie.

"It's a picture of me in high school," I said.

"Dad, I know about (Y/n). Mom told me," he said. I rolled my eyes. Mary Jane was really getting on my nerves. Why did she tell Ben about her? There was no reason for that. It would just mess with his head.

"Interesting," I said, not knowing how to reply.

"Yeah, and that's the lady who saved me," he said, finishing his cookie and walking out of the kitchen.

What? No. That can't be. (Y/n) was dead. There's no way she could've saved Ben. But he seemed to be sure?

I knew what I had to do.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and opened my contacts. Scrolling down, my thumb hovered over a contact that I hadn't called in years.

I sighed and pressed it, putting the phone up to my ear. It rang twice before the person picked up.

"Peter?" I heard Tony's voice say. He sounded tired, worn.

"Yeah, hi Tony. Sorry it's been so long," I said quietly. Tony sighed.

"Whatever, kid. Nothing can be done about it now," he said.

"I know," I said sadly.

"Why'd you call? To yell about how much you don't need us?" Tony said defensively.

-

"Peter, calm down. You need to cope with this," Tony said calmly. I was 17 years old and (Y/n) had died two years ago. I was going crazy.

"You know what, Tony? I don't need this," I yelled.

"What? Peter, you're losing it," Tony said.

"I don't need you! Or Steve! Or this stupid team! I'm out of here," I said, swinging my backpack over my shoulder and slamming the door as I left the compound.

I never went back.

-

"No. It's about (Y/n)," I said.

"Yeah, what about her?" Tony asked.

"Is she... alive? My son said that he saw her today and that she saved him from something," I explained. The line was silent for a minute.

"No. She's dead," Tony said.

And with that, he ended the call.