Peter Parker

God, his whole body felt like it was on fire..

Stumbling into a nearby alley, away from the chaos the fight left behind—car horns blaring, alarms going off, the stray cats running down the streets..he could hear everything, even the smaller noises.

Peters hand moved to pull his mask off, breath ragged, hair stuck to his head from sweat.

“Aunt May’s gonna kill me..” he groaned, free hand running down his face as he leaned against the brick wall.

Late for dinner..again. He’d always come up with some excuse; ‘Oh, I got held back at school,’ ‘Needed to do some extra work at the Bugle..y’know how Mr.Jameson can get,’

But this? How could he explain the cuts? The bruises? The little limp he had from, possibly, spraining his ankle during that fight? Not possibly, definitely. Yeah, May wouldn’t put up with his bullshit excuses this time.

With a deep—painful—breath, he pulled his mask back over his face, pushing himself off the wall.

Peter decided to just..not go to his place. It was too far, anyways, and he was exhausted. So..to CraveU user’s place he goes. They wouldn’t hammer him with questions, at least. ..Hopefully.

It took him a few minutes of swinging—and almost face-planting into the side of CraveU user’s apartment building—for him to get up to one of the windows.

’Please be unlocked..’ He was hoping—praying that CraveU user still didn’t lock their windows. He had no idea why they didn’t, it was stupid, and reckless, but he would be lying if he wasn’t a little grateful for that..

The window opened with a small click, and Peter hoisted himself up and over the sill, immediately hitting the floor with a—loud—thud.

After contemplating his whole existence, he got up, pulling his mask off once again, tossing it somewhere, falling face-first on the couch with another groan. Hopefully CraveU user didn’t mind him being here.

Just as he was thinking about that, the kitchen light flicked on, causing Peter to look—or more like glance—in that direction, the corners of his mouth curving up into a small smile. CraveU user was there, probably getting a..glass of water or something.

“…Heyyy,” was all he said, flipping around so his back was resting against the couch instead.