And Everything Was Okay

Harry approached the roof-top. A cool yet comfortable breeze hit his face; a small, periodical chill barely noticeable, although he couldn't quite dismiss the abruptness of its manifestation. Peter had asked him to meet for a nighttime patrol for the first time in weeks, and though he was overjoyed to see his friend again, Harry couldn't disregard his growing bitterness, his suppressed feelings of abandonment, which threatened to subvert the superficial happiness he displayed. The sight of his best friend was both relieving and disappointing, to put it simply.  A faint smile crossed Harry's lips, undeniably happy to see Peter. Harry knew of course that it was Peter under that mask, but it didn't help that he couldn't see his face; survey his endlessly green eyes. 

Harry inwardly sighed, feeling his face drop slightly as he reached the roof-top. He attempted to keep his smile and content expression for the sake of his friend. The change in Harry's face wasn't much, but it was enough. And unfortunately for him, Peter knew him too well. 

"Hey, Harry! Harry?"

Peter frowned, taking notice of the hesitation and noticeable heaviness in his friend's fading smile.

"You okay?"

Harry didn't want to start something with Peter now, he hadn't seen him in far too long. He wanted more than anything to have a nice time with his friend. He wanted to say he was fine. But he couldn't. It wasn't true. Before he knew it, he had already said too much.

"You're spending all your free time with MJ now, huh?"

Peter took off his mask, taken aback by Harry's outburst. Peter didn't know what he was expecting, but it sure wasn't that.

Harry had taken notice of Peter's shock, but continued regardless. Harry made up his mind. He was going to address this here and now. His expression hardened, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he met Peter's now visible emerald eyes.

Harry momentarily shut his eyes, finding it far too difficult to keep his gaze on Peter.

"What about me?"

He paused, his face stiffening in dreadful realization. Tears threatened to form in the corners of his eyes, a lump developed in his throat, making it increasingly difficult to continue.

"Do you even still care about me?"

He managed to choke out the question after letting out a shaky breath he didn't know had been building up. He reluctantly opened his eyes once more, his head down, focussing on the detailing on his shoe. He was terrified of completely breaking down at the sight of Peter's face. An uncomfortable silence filled the space between them as Harry's preceding words lingered in the air. He just couldn't look Peter in the eye now. Minutes ago he would've given the world to look into his friends eyes. Minutes ago he would've found comfort in them. He could have taken one glance, and known that everything was okay. But now, he couldn't bring himself to face Peter's concerned, shaken gaze. He didn't need to. The hurt imminent Peter's voice said it all.

"I... Harry, I'm sorry. You were so busy with Oscorp! There was no time to-"

Peter trailed off, his frustration rising. He didn't know the right words to continue. Of course he cared about Harry. He didn't realize his friend had any doubts. The thought tore him apart. Peter hadn't known how long he had been in his thoughts until the sudden sound of Harry's voice broke the silence, letting him know that he was out of time to find the words he truly wanted to say.

"You're wrong! I would have made time for you! I always do! Since when has that been an issue for us?!"

Harry's voice had risen higher than he liked, but he couldn't find it within himself to lower it, knowing that the strength he displayed within it was the only thing keeping him from losing it altogether. The tears now navigating his cheeks were no help, but he couldn't stop them. Taking another shaky breath, he continued, the strength in his voice inevitably giving out as he spoke quietly,