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Vanish

FFH SPOILERS!!

and important side note- wade and peter ARE NOT romantically involved in this, especially with the ages i made them.

You know, everyone says that running away from your problems will never solve them. But for Peter, it's his safest option at the moment, especially with his identity being exposed to the public. God, Tony would be so disappointed with him.

"Fuck," Peter mumbled; his life was doomed.

He angrily shoved a pair of jeans into his backpack before stuffing a couple of sweatshirts on top. He was going to disappear for a while, let this all blow over, then he'd come back and slowly become Spider-Man again.

But for now, he was going to Canada to stay with his best friend, Wade.

-

two days later; monday

location: somewhere in the woods; quebec, canada

Peter stood outside of the large cabin home, wringing his hands nervously. It was chilly out, but what did he expect, it's Canada for christ's sake. He knocked quickly, his knuckles creating vibrations in the hard wood.

The door swung open to reveal Wade, dressed in his pajamas. "Peter?" he asked incredulously. "What- why are you here? Shit, come inside."

Wade helped his friend inside, wrapping a blanket around his shoulders after he shut the door. Peter graciously accepted it, dropping his backpack to the ground.

"Sorry for just showing up- I didn't know where else to go," the seventeen year old said. Wade gave him a weird look.

"You came all the way here, though?"

Peter laughed softly and sat down on the sofa, curling his knees to his chest.

"They know I'm Spider-Man. Mysterio's goons sent it to the press," he replied. Wade's features softened and he sat down next to his friend.

"You can stay here for as long as you need, Pete," the twenty-three year old replied.

same day

location: midtown tech

Peter Parker was the talk of the school.

Anywhere you turned you could guarantee to hear conversations about him. People were shocked that nerdy Peter Parker was Spider-Man, like out of all people in the world, you're telling them it's him?

But what was even more confusing and shocking for them was this simple question:

Where the hell was Peter Parker?

Everyone in the city of Queens was wondering that exact phrase ever since the teen vanished into thin air, well, not literally. But he was missing, and had been for the past two days. They were worried, of course, but mostly annoyed that he was absent for their multitude of questions.

Ned was freaking out, internally and externally. For one, his best friend was missing, and two, people wouldn't stop asking him about being friends with Spider-Man. He's already had some close calls with leaking important information when everyone was questioning him, but luckily MJ saved his ass.

MJ was calm on the outside, but there was a damn forest fire going on inside. Her boyfriend disappeared, cut her some slack.

-

13 months later; sunday

location: somewhere in the woods, quebec, canada

"Peter, breakfast's ready!" Wade called out from the kitchen. Peter groaned and slid off of the sofa, dragging his feet along the hardwood floor on his way to the table.

He slid into his seat as Wade placed two plates of pancakes onto the table. The nineteen year old sent him a gracious smile and dug in.

"You sure you're ready to leave?" Wade asked after a couple minutes of silence. Peter looked up from his plate and shrugged.

"Probably not, but I need to get back. If I stay any longer I might never leave," he replied. Wade nodded.

"Well you're always welcome here, Petey," the twenty-five year old said. Peter grinned and the two finished their meals in a comfortable silence.

Two hours later and it was time for Peter to leave. His bags were packed and ready to make the long drive back home. Was he ready? God no. But was it necessary?

Hell yes.

He had been away long enough. He had his time to think and now he had to go back.

"I'm gonna miss you," Wade said as Peter stood at the front door. The nineteen year old smiled.

"I'll miss you too," he replied. The two shared one last, "Bro-Hug," before Peter went on his way and got into the cab, speeding off his way to the airport.

-

three days later; thursday

location: queens, new york

Peter took a deep breath as he got off the plane, stepping into the airport he knew all too well. He kept his head low as he maneuvered his way through groups of people, and was soon welcomed by the warm sun as he stepped outside. His backpack hung loosely around his shoulders and he called over a cab, waving it down and getting inside.

"Where to kid?" the driver asked.

"Uh, ******* please," Peter replied. The driver nodded and began driving.

The ride was short and soon Peter was walking up the familiar steps of the rundown apartment building. The fear of not being recognized and welcomed home was building up inside of his chest. Soon enough he was standing in front of the door, his heart pounding a mile a minute.

He knocked on the door and stood back. beginning to rock on the balls of his feet. He was nervous as hell, and the growing suspense was killing him. The sound of the door unlocking filled the hallway and the door creaked open, revealing May herself.

"Hello, how can I-" she began, but cut herself off as her eyes met Peter's. "-oh my god, Peter."

She brought the nineteen year old into a warm hug cupping her hand on the backside of his head. Peter melted into the embrace, burying his face in her shoulder.

"H-Hi May," he whispered, his voice cracking. They pulled away from the hug and May held Peter's face in her hands, her eyes wide and shining with tears.

"Oh Peter, you've groan so much," she said softly. She gently touched the stubble on her nephew's chin and admired the drooping strands of hair hanging over his eyes.

"I-I'm sorry," Peter mumbled. May shook her head and wiped her tears with the sleeve of her sweater.

"You have a lot to explain."

uGhhHhh writers block is a BITCH