"Don't you have somewhere else you can complain at?"
"Not until four tomorrow."
There are two sides to every story. And yet, the story never seems to be correct. The story of Peter Parker is one that has been told many times with many parts left out...
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I changed into my normal clothes and paced the living room waiting to hear something from Peter. I tried to find something to do to distract me but nothing was helping. I don't know why I was so worried about him but I was. Maybe it was because I was supposed to make sure he didn't do something stupid and instead I helped him. Or maybe it was because I just abandoned him there and didn't stay with him instead. Whatever it was, it left when I got a text from Peter.
Peter: I got home fine but there's something I need to tell you. Can you come over?
Parker: On my way
I teleported to his room and noticed he was wearing Hello Kitty pajama pants and a baggy I Survived My Trip to NYC shirt. He looked at me with tears in his eyes and I got worried. "Peter-" He cut me off. "I lost it." He sat down on his bed and I crouched in front of him. "Lost what, Peter?" He ran his hand through his hair. "My suit. Mr. Stark took it. He thought I was being reckless and stupid." I clenched my jaw and shook my head. "I knew I should've stayed with you." Peter rapidly shook his head. "No. No, no, no. he would've yelled at you too. I wasn't going to let that happen. I told you I wasn't going to let something happen to you. And I was serious about it and I still am."
"You don't have to worry about me, Peter. I'm fine. I've always been fine and I'll be fine." Peter put his head in his hands and sighed. "So, what are we gonna do now, Peter?" He shrugged. "I don't know. I lost my suit. I can't stop him. I'm useless now." I stood up and sat next to him. "So this is the end, huh? We're just going to let him go?" He sighed and nodded. "I don't want you to go after him on your own so yeah, this is it." I patted his shoulder. "Just so you know Peter, you're always going to be Spiderman. No matter what. Suit or no suit. Powers or not. You are the one who decided to help people. You make the hero, your suit doesn't." He nodded and I stood up. "If you need me, just text me. Or come over." He nodded again and I teleported home. The front door opened and Carter walked towards me. And if looks could kill, I'd be dead. Trust me. "Where the hell did you go? Since when did you skip school? Why did a ferry get cut in half?" I rolled my eyes. "Calm down Mom. I'm fine. Thanks for asking." Carter scoffed. "Don't start, Parker! Don't start with the Mom thing. I thought we moved past that." Carter ran her hand through her hair, waiting for my response. "I thought so too, Carter. I thought I remembered the deal being that I would stop calling you mom if you would stop being so damn overprotective! I should be the one being so overprotective of you! Not the other way around!"
"Fine! I'll stop if you stop. Deal?" I nodded and unclenched my jaw. "Deal. No more Mom and no more over protectiveness." She nodded and her face softened. "But seriously Parker, what happened? Why did that ferry get cut in half?" I sighed, trying to figure out what I can tell her. "I've been helping Spiderman. He asked for Flames' help to catch the guy that caused the blue light by Liz's house. Instead of hitting us with the laser, he hit the ferry and cut it in half." Her mouth opened slightly and she nodded. I went into my room and laid down on my bed. Peter and I just can't just let this vulture guy keep doing this stuff. But how can we stop him now? Stark made Peter feel like he was a waste of space. My phone rang and I rolled my eyes at who it was, Tony Stark. I threw my phone across the room not really caring if it broke or not. I wasn't in the mood to talk to him after what he said to Peter but, apparently, the universe had other plans. "Parker, what did you-" I got up and hung up the phone only for him to call again. "I'm sorry I hung up on you, I didn't mean to answer the call."
I didn't hear what his response was because I hung up the phone again. I left it on the floor and laid back down on my bed. "When this is all over, I want my sanity back." I rolled over and closed my eyes, hearing my phone ring again before I fell asleep.