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He shot out a web that latched onto another apartment building in the complex that MJ lived in.
The air rushed through his mask as he swung away, It was cold for being a summer morning. His eyelids sagged even though he claimed earlier that he wasn't going to sleep.
"Karen, what time is it?" He asked his AI.
"It is currently 5:15 am, 5 hours, and 15 minutes past your bedtime."
He continued flipping in the air, not wanting to go back home, knowing that it was going to be the last time he was there in a while. He found another tall building to lay on, this time by himself. He laid on the top of it, the sun now glaring into his eyes. But he was too tired to care. Trafic hour came, with most people on their way to work, the honking didn't bother him too much though.
His mind blocked out all outside noises, he was too busy thinking to listen. Peter worried about the next time he would see MJ, his stomach emptied every time he thought of her, there was a feeling that his relationship with MJ wouldn't last much longer.
Self-aware that his life would never go back to normal now, no matter which steps they take. Even if he claims not to be spider-man, he’ll still be known as ‘the guy who was once rumored to be Spider-man’.
But he couldn’t even deny being him, with the amount of evidence against him.
Then if they go with the only sensible option... If they confirm that he is spider-man, how would he go in public anymore. That would be no more school, no more dates with MJ, no more privacy.
“...Peter, it is currently 7 in the morning, one hour before you are scheduled to leave.”
He immediately sat up, "shit...I must have fell asleep while thinking.” He mumbling to himself as he rubbed his eyes through his mask, then used his hands to push him up to his feet. Peter stretched his arms, yawning. "Karen, how long will it take me to get back home?"
"5 minutes and 30 seconds if you travel at your usual speed."
Still tired, he shot out a web and began to swing home. Swinging with his webs was kind of like riding a bike, It was fun, and one of his favorite way to travel, but it was not fun when his identity was known to the public. As he swung people would yell things at him. Most of the time he couldn't hear exactly what they were saying, but it still made him feel self-conscience. With the Daily Bugle outing him as a murderer, he believed people had mostly negative feelings about him. As he shot out another web, he thought of the moment when he was perched upon the lamp post as the big screen said his name to the world. The things people shouted as he quickly left the scene was blended together, so Peter would use his imagination to fill in what they said.
He landed on the brick wall of his apartment building, then crawled up to his bedroom window. He placed his palms on the glass and pushed it up, allowing him back into his room. He lightly put his feet back onto the floor to try not the alert May, but right as he stood up straight his bedroom door burst open.
"Peter! Where were you! I was so worried!" She rushed over to Peter and wrapped her arms around him. "Are you okay? you were gone almost all night.”
"Sorry, I just went to think, and then I said bye to MJ." He responded.
She loosened her grip around him, leaving her hands right below his elbows. "I'm just happy you're okay..." She breathed with relief. “Are you all packed? were are leaving soon."
"I'm almost done packing." He said, walking towards the open suit case with nothing in it.
"Okay, don't worry, we are going to figure this mess out." She reassured him. "I'm going to make tea, do you want some?"
"No thanks.”
"Okay," May shut his bedroom door. “I love you...”
“Love you too May.”
He sighed as he pressed the spider emblem on his chest to expand his suit, it sagged down before Peter slid it off. Then he put on a pair of normal clothes. After, he took almost his whole wardrobe from his closet and his spidy suit, not that he would need it for a while, then shoved them into place, closing his suit case took effort due to it being over-filled.
Minutes later May knocked on his door, "Happy's here, he’s early." She said as she turned the doorknob, holding her mug in one hand. "You ready?"
"Yep," he pulled his suitcase to the floor, propping it up with his foot.
The walk to the car felt more tiring than it should have. Peter's eyes drooped down as he pulled his hood up. It was weird walking on the sidewalk, his mind flurried with thoughts again. He thought of what people thought of him now.
May and Peter now stood by the end of Happy's car, putting their baggage in there once Happy's pressed a button that open the trunk door. Peter opened the car door and sat in the back seat, as May sat in the passenger seat.
This car ride felt longer than the one he took the day before to Pepper's cabin. He watched the trees appear and pass, mostly pine and oak. He yawned, resting his face on the car window, his cheeks smooshed against the glass. He wondered what his classmates thought of him now. And what Liz, his old crush, as doing now. Maybe now she understood why he left her at homecoming.
He thought about his teacher Mr. Harrington, and every other person with them on the trip to Europe. Him being spiderman probably explained their sudden relocation to a different and much nicer hotel. And his disappearances, not just during the Europe trip, but him skipping classes too, every time he wasn't there when he should have been.
But one big question wouldn’t leave his mind even though he tried to distract himself.
“What would Mr. Stark do right now.”