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August 10th, 2025
Peter wakes up not on his crappy air mattress in his room (the true tragedy about aggressively refusing a bed,) but in Matt and Foggy’s bed. He immediately sits up, his head pounding. Then all the memories come flooding back. Goddammit.
He also realizes his body is pretty aggressively bandaged from all the old injuries he was hiding from everyone, and his wrists are unnecessarily bandaged, hiding his cuts. He did not want to walk out there but he had to face the crowd.
Peter slowly gets out of the bed, the smell of pancakes overwhelms the senses. He heads to the bathroom first, looking at the sad sight of himself. He clearly hadn’t been taking care of himself these last few months. His cheeks were hollowed in, eyebags highly pronounced. He mutters “God I look like shit,”
He walks out into the much brighter room, looking around at the odd group of people in the room. Foggy is on the couch with a bandage around his head, Matt next to him. Frank is sitting at the table, almost seeming…worried, and Karen is across the table from him. and Wade is the only one smiling and humming as he finishes his kinda crispy pancakes. Maybe he can just sneak out. He sneaks around the couch, trying to go towards the front door.
“Peter. Why don’t you sit down, at least have some of the pancakes that Wade rudely messed up my kitchen for,” Matt calls out to Peter as tries to escape.
“Oh Matt, I can’t over stay my welcome! Truly I’m fine,”
“That wasn’t a question,” Matt says. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to leave the house alone right now, so why don’t you sit down, we can have some terrible pancakes, and we can talk,”
“Oh I can get good ones out at a restaurant that won’t make me puke, I’ll see you all later!” Peter tries to get out of the door before Frank stops him.
“Sit. Down.” Frank mutters at him.
Peter grumbles before sitting down, looking at Foggy’s bandage. “What happened? You didn’t have that in the office yesterday,”
Foggy looks around, almost like to ask permission before Frank interrupts saying, “He caught you when you decided to jump off the roof, but the force of a teen crashing into him made him fall, and subsequently you,” Karen then kicks his leg and Frank mutters something about showing consequences of actions in a way he understands.
Peter just looks down muttering “sorry,”
“Peter, I would get injured and injured again to make sure you didn’t die. And I’m not the only person here who would do that for you. I’m just so glad you’re ok,” Foggy says, patting Peter’s knee softly.
Karen moves over to the couch as Frank goes to sit at the table, avoiding eye contact with Peter.
“Who wants paaaaaaaancaaaakes?!” Wade yells out.
The following silence was deafening.
Wade mutters “Tough crowd…” before putting a plate down in front of his and Peter’s spots.
“I don’t want a plate DP,”
Deadpool with his mouth full says “eat it or I’ll feed it to you,”
Peter glares at Deadpool before deciding that the little bit of his dignity was worth more than starving himself.
After eating a bite of the pancake, Peter wished he fought more on not eating them.
Matt clears his throat before saying “So Peter, after the…incident…last night, we’ve discussed and decided maybe you should take a break Spidermanning,”
Peter pauses mid bite. “No,”
Matt responds with, “That wasn’t a question Peter,”
“You guys don’t get to decide that for me just because I fell off a building!”
Frank’s hand slams down on the table. “Bullshit! You didn’t fall and you know it! All of us know that! I read your fucking suicide no-“
“Frank! This isn’t what we discussed!” Matt stands up, walking towards Frank.
Peter looks around at everyone, “I fell. I didn’t jump. If I killed myself that would kill Spider-Man and I can’t do that, cause he actually helps. You guys believe me, right?” He lies to them.
He looks around again, he can see their looks of pity.
“I don’t need a fucking intervention. I’m the only one fine here!” Peter yells in anger.
“Someone who was fine wouldn’t be hiding injuries from everyone, wouldn’t be as skinny as you are, wouldn’t have cuts on their wrists Peter. We’re worried,” Karen states almost frantically as Foggy starts to cut in.
“And all of those are separate from the more concerning issue of last night, and whether you fell or not-“
Frank is about to say something before Matt shushes him very loudly, causing the two of them to bicker aggressively.
“We don’t want you dead. Cause we care about you,” he finishes.
Panic immediately floods Peter’s system. “You don’t want the consequences of that. You don’t want to care about me. That’s how people die,” he says with panicked breaths.
“Oh Baby Petey Boy, no matter how hard you try, you physically can’t kill me,” Deadpool says in a sing songy voice.
“Shut up, Wade. Not the time,” Matt responds to him. “What do you mean by that Peter?”
The panic becomes more intense from Peter. “It means I kill every person who I have ever loved or fucking cared about! Or make them forget about me! First it was my parents, the stupid plane crash! Then Uncle Ben dying cause I didn’t care enough to stop a burglar and and-“
“Kid, you need to take a breath,” Frank starts to stand up from the table to help Peter.
“-and fucking stupid Tony Stark throwing me into a stupid Civil War and blackmailing me to join his side and of course he died creating time travel for me and I shouldn’t have ever come back from the blip, then of course there’s Aunt May who I killed trying to help murderers and killers from being killed,” At this point Peter is running out of breath, heaving and panting out the words, Peter hasn’t even noticed people getting closer to him, clearly trying to get him to breathe.
“Then there’s MJ, and Ned. Fuck. I made them forget about Peter Parker, I made EVERYONE forget who Peter Parker was. Just cause I couldn’t handle not getting into MIT. I have to be alone. I let you guys get too close to me, and because of that, you guys are going to die! All because how stupidly fucking selfish I was! It’s just safer for you if I fuck kill-“ something cold is placed in Peter’s hand and he snaps back more into reality.
Everyone is now surrounding him, Karen being the one who put ice in his hand, Wade for some reason being on the top of the chair Peter was sitting on, doing Spider-Man’s brooding pose.
“Can you take a breath for me, Kid?” Matt asks Peter in front. “Just focus on me and my breaths,”
Peter sucks in a breath, tearing up a bit. He listens to Matt’s breaths and after a moment Peter is more calmed down, slightly scratching his wrists.
“…What did you mean everyone forgot who you were?” Foggy asks softly, grabbing Peter’s hands.
“My identity was revealed when Mysterio said I murdered him. And I went to Dr. Strange to make people forget Peter Parker was Spiderman but I fucked with the spell and all these bad guys from other dimensions came into our dimension and I tried to save them from impending doom, but then everyone from every dimension came after me, so I made everyone forget who Peter Parker was. That was a little over a year now. By the first couple of months of living like that, unhoused, sad, alone, having killed most of the people I loved, I decided that I would kill myself by my 18th birthday. Then I met you guys. And you guys fucked up my entire plan,” Peter responds, ending it grumpily.
“Jesus Christ kid,” Frank says, mostly stunned.
“Well I’m glad we fucked up your plan, Pete. Cause despite all of that, you don’t deserve to go through all of that alone and you sure as hell don’t deserve to die,” Matt tells Peter.
Peter just curls up in a ball. “I can’t handle anyone else dying. Not because of me,”
“Peter I can’t promise we won’t die but if we die it will have NEVER been your fault. Ever,” Foggy tells him.
“Unless you die saving me. Like May, like Ben, like Tony,”
Frank clears his throat sitting up. “Listen Pete, I get what it’s like to lose an entire family. I do truly understand that. But I understand being a parent. And there is not a pain on earth worse than the pain of losing your child. If I had the chance with my kids to save their lives while losing mine, I would take it in a heartbeat. That’s what Ben was thinking, that’s what May was thinking, that’s what Stark was thinking, and that’s what I was thinking when I saw you on the roof,”
“And that’s the problem! And you started all of this, Frank! No one else here would’ve found out I existed if it weren’t for you taking care of my bullet wound!”
“Am I supposed to apologize for that kid? For not letting you bleed out in the fucking alleyway?”
“YES! You didn’t even like Spider-Man before you found out I was a child!”
The overwhelming smell of popcorn fills the room as Deadpool eats some while watching the two of them.
“I respected Spider-Man this whole time Pete! Before I knew you were a kid, even if your morals are dumb, you at least aren’t all high and mighty about it like Matt,”
Peter just shakes his head. “This isn’t the point. I need you guys to let me go. Just for everyone’s safety. Please,” Peter’s voice wobbles as it comes out.
Wade then drops down and gives him a hug.
“I don’t think you’re going to be able to convince any of us stubborn motherfuckers to do that,” Deadpool mutters.
Peter is about to mutter a snarky comment but the hug just feels so…nice. He hasn’t been hugged like this since Aunt May died over a year ago and he can’t help but lean into the hug.
The hug lasts for a while and everything is quiet except for the coffee machine pouring coffee into the pot. Eventually cups are poured out and Wade eventually lets go of Peter, faking swinging away.
Peter sighs, looking at the ground as a cup of (shitty) coffee is put in his hands.
Matt clears his throat. “So, now that we’ve cleared the air a bit, I still think you should take a break Spidermanning, unless it’s with me or Frank.
“Or your good friend in red, black, and white, Deadpool!”
“…Just until we can feel like you're safe,” Matt finishes.
Peter goes to say something but instead cuts himself off.
Foggy goes next to say “We got rid of all the sharp objects here,”
“Overkill much?” Peter mutters before Frank looks at Peter and his wrists over and over again. Peter just glares back at Frank.
Foggy continues, “But that’s only if you still want to live with me and Matt. From my understanding it seems like today’s your 18th birthday,”
Deadpool starts humming happy birthday to himself.
“So you're not a minor anymore. I don’t think we could force you here if we tried. Wade and Frank would probably have better luck with that. Maybe Karen, if not, she would at least be good at keeping an eye on you,”
She smirks slightly to herself before being serious again.
Peter looks up from the ground. “…Just to check, there no way you will let me kill myself?”
An eruption of noise comes out of everyone, the overall consensus being no.
“A simple yes or no would’ve worked,” Peter mutters before saying, “Then I think I would prefer to stay here than get stalked by 3 vigilantes, an investigative journalist, and a lawyer,”
Foggy smiles, a genuine smile, not the sad smile most of them have been wearing for most of the intervention.
“Ok great!!! Cause I did end up buying a lot of stuff for your room last night!” Foggy says.
Matt rolls his eyes at his partner, smiling, before coughing and becoming serious again. “Ok, well if your living here, clearly Nelson here couldn’t give you the right rules, so you need to eat the amount you need to live,”
“I’ve been eating fine!” Peter interrupts.
“Maybe for a 10 year old,” Frank responds.
“We’ll figure out how many calories you actually need to eat,” Matt says.
Peter grumbles about it.
“You still need to tell us when your injured, and I mean actually do it this time, whether it’s unintentional or not,”
Peter rolls his eyes but nods, Foggy telling Matt a verbal confirmation.
“And we all get to help you get through this. Cause despite your protests today, we aren’t going to stop caring about you, and we aren’t going to let you kill yourself over that. And that’s a done deal. Nonnegotiable, got it?”
Peter mumbles a very VERY hesitant fine. “It’s only because of Spider-Man though,”
“We’ll work up to Peter,” Karen says.
Deadpool claps his hands, yelling, “Now the hurt/comfort is done with, I’m going to get a cake for Spidey’s 18th!” Before running to the door and leaving.
Frank pats Peter’s knee before standing up, cleaning up people’s dishes with Karen.
Foggy pulls out his computer, deciding to show Peter all the things he bought for his room.
Matt smiles at Peter just saying, “I’m glad you decided to stay here, Pete,”
Maybe Peter could at least stick around till 19.