I'll let you win (a falsettos x marvel au)

Chapter 17: Philip's entr'acte

Thought we needed a bit of a switch up. I love the idea of Philip and Jason being a thing ngl, I have a thing for crossovers. Have ya'll seen 'new girl' bc I love Brooklyn 99 and they have a crossover with the soup episode and it may have been the greatest revelation in my life.

Anyways I started making another animation, this time it's 'the chess game' and I've got a tonne of ideas!

The click of the shutter went almost in slow motion in Philip's mind as he snapped his head in its direction and his heart fell to his stomach in the realisation of what he had done. He had just made out with his best friend, his straight best friend, he felt the shame bubble and boil inside of him, spilling out of his eyes in the form of tears.

"holy shit, why did I do that?" He asked, staring straight into Jason's eyes, seeing the shocked look on his face.

Then he turned and ran, pulling up his jacket to cover his face, it becoming wet and slobbery as he tried to escape from his nightmare. Philip sprinted past the cameras, the cold evening air freezing his lungs, causing him to cough and wheeze as he tried to get away from the paparazzi. He could hear his name being called faintly from behind him, but he didn't stop, just sped up as it faded out into the sound of his own heartbeat echoing in his ears. He made it almost three miles before he stopped, the pain in his stomach too strong for him to continue.

Philip tried to get his heartrate down, breathing loud and slowly as he paced up and down the sidewalk, not really sure where he was. That made him panic even more as he took a gander at which direction his home was, walking hastily around a random corner, keeping up a fast pace, trying to get home.

"Pip. PIP!" His heart hurt as he realised It was Spiderman, running after him, and Philip sped up. "Philip?"

"leave me alone." Philip replied as the tears streamed down his face, walking faster.

"Philip- "

"-I said, leave me alone." Philip shouted. He quickly rooted through his coat pockets, pulling out a pack of cigarettes that he saved for when he was panicking and put one between his lips, searching through his jean's pockets for a lighter.

Jason leapt high above Philips head, landing so he was facing Philip and took the cigarette out of his mouth. "You're going the wrong way." He pocketed the cigarette, pulling off his mask and holding it in his hand, his hair messy, exactly like his fathers.

Philip stopped dead in his tracks, "Oh. Thank you." He said quietly, turning back around again.

"do you need help getting home?" Jason asked as he followed Philip, a couple of metres behind to not spook him. "it's late, and dark."

Philip stopped, turning to face Jason. "Jason, I'm not a child, you don't need to 'walk me home' or 'protect me.' We are not together, and we will never be, I didn't mean that kiss and I certainly don't need your help, so leave me the fuck alone."

His lip quivered and suddenly he was crying again, turning and running away from Jason, wiping his tears away with his jacket sleeve. Knowing what he did was wrong. His sprint turned into a jog, which turned into a walk as he got to a neighbourhood he recognised, turning around every now and again as he got the feeling that someone was following him.

"Jason, go home." He said into the night, his voice trailing away with the steam from his mouth. "I know you're still following me." From a few roofs away, Jason emerged from the shadows of a chimney stack, head dropped slightly in shame.

"I wanted you to be safe."

Philip swallowed, hating how much Jason led him on, "go home."

"I'll text you."