Hurricane - Peter Parker X Reader (Book 3)

Chapter 5- Five Years Later

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Five Years Later

''Hey, Peter... Parker, Peter Parker. Sorry if I couldn't answer the phone. I might be doing homework or fighting crime. Feel free to leave a message after the beep, but you don't have to if you don't want to... Bye.''

I smiled at his awkwardness and leave a message.

''Hey Peter... I've now lost count of how many times I've called you. It's been five years and I still call every once in awhile, just to hear your voice. Yeah, I know you won't ever get these, but I still leave a message so I don't feel so alone. Five years and words still can't express how much I miss you. To this day I still wish me insisted of you.'' I took a deep breath before I go on.

''Before we killed Thanos, part of me still had this small spark of hope that we could fix this. As days and years pass by I still haven't been able to find the hope I lost. It just turned into dust and vanished.''

''I never got to tell you, but I love you Peter. Always and forever.''

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Things hadn't been the same since we killed Thanos. Everyone went their separate ways for the most part.

We had to adapt to change. The world in general just seemed darker. Most places were abandon and trashed.

I moved back to Peter's apartment building after the Avengers split.

Everyone once in awhile I visit Steve and see Tony and his family for the weekend.

I haven't heard from Thor since the death of Thanos. Last I heard they had found a new place for Asgard, but Thor really wasn't himself.

Banner had also gone his own way. I haven't had contact with him either. I knew him being gone of upset Nat from the inside.

Everybody else was off doing their own superhero thing, but still checked in every once in awhile.

I had grown a lot. Some for the worse and some for the better.

My bright y/e/c that used to be filled with so much joy were now empty.

Now here I sat, waiting for Steve to get out of the whole support group thing he thing he had been going to. I had one of Peter's Midtown High hoodie he gave me when I had to move to Tony's place. My hands fiddled with the necklace of the locket of my parents.

Steve was teaching and helping people how to move on after the whole Thanos aftermath.

I had gone to a few of them, but eventually I stopped going in. The thing was I didn't want to move on. I didn't want to forget about the others or learn to move on without them.

After the session was over Steve came out. ''You ready to go?'' He asked. I stand up from my seat, Steve threw his arm around my shoulder, leading out the building.

Even though I had grown and was still a teenager. We drove until reaching the familiar at the Avengers complex.

We walked into the building to find Natasha crying while eating a PP&J sandwich. 

Thanos broke things in every single one of us. Broke things we couldn't put back together.

''I would offer to make you dinner, but you seem pretty miserable already. Steve broke the silence. Natasha quickly wiped her tears, looking over to us as if she was never crying.

''You guys here do laundry?'' She questioned our unexpected arrival. ''Just here to see a friend.'' Steve strugged.

 She folded her hands together, leaning back in her chair. ''Clearly your friend is fine.''

The room fell silent for a minute as Steve fiddled with his keys.

''You know, I saw a pod of whales when I was coming over the bridge.'' Steve started a conversation. I somehow slept the whole ride, and missed out on the view.

''In the Hudson?'' Natasha asked.

''Fewer ships, cleaner water.'' He answered.

''You know if you're about to tell me to look on the bright side, I'm about to hit you in the head with a peanut butter sandwich.'' She spoke.

''Sorry, force of habit.'' He said as we walked forward sitting down.

Steve was always trying to look on the bright side of things. Always spent his time telling me we were going to be okay and I was going to be okay and I was going to get through this.

It might frustrated me, but I was thankful to have him. Since the attacks, mental breakdowns, and nightmares. Steve was there for every single one of them. Always talking to me through it. Always talking to me through through it. Always calming me down before I do anything crazy.

As we sat Nat slid the sandwich over. I gave Steve about 2 seconds to grab it, but when he didn't reach for it, I gladly did. I was straving.

''You know, I keep telling everyone they should move on...grow.'' Steve started, giving us a quick glance.

''Some do... but not us.'' 

''If I move on, who does this?'' She questioned. ''Maybe it doesn't need to be done.''

''I used to have nothing... then I got this, this job, this family, and I was better because of it. And even though they are gone, I'm trying to be better.'' She looked at both of us.

''I think all three of us need to get a life.'' Steve commeted, trying to lighten the mood.

''I don't know about you two, but I'm perfectly fine eating away my emotions.'' I spoke, taking another bite of the sandwich.

Before the conversation could go any further a notification popped up in front of us. Natasha swiped pulling up the front gate.

I turned my head, looking at the monitor that showed a familer face. A face that I had seen on the vanished list. A name that I had seen on the blocks of vanished people. And fought during Tony and Steve accord's trial. 

My eyes widened at the sight.

''This is Scott Lang.'' He waved to the camera.

I stood up from my seat, nearly dropping my sandwich in the process.

''We met a few years ago, at the airport. Germany. I uh got really big, had a mask on. Ant-Man. I know you know that.'' The man rambled on.

''Is this an old message?'' Steve asked. ''It's the front gate.'' Natasha spoke in shock as Scott continued to ramble on.