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	» Age: 15 » Seeking: I like having friends? FRIENDR, right? » Preferences: Nice people who don't shove people into lockers or rob banks. ✌️✌️✌️ » Interests: science, LEGOS, nerdy stuff 🖖 » Bio: This is neat! 👌 Like tindr meets twitter. Does this thing have a word limit? Blah blah emoticon sports blah youtube meme hella yeet 👊👊👊 Wait am I using too many hand emot
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	PETER PARKER
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i bet u didn't expect THIS NOVEL!

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[Peter had spent a lot of the night prior wandering the city as Spider-Man — aimlessly, really, and with no want to go home. At all. Mr. Stark had told him the truth of what happened back home... or what will happen anyways, and the stunning revelation of both losing as a hero and losing as a friend has made him weirdly numb all over. He doesn't even know what he's gonna do — or what he can even say, 'cus even in the short time he's been here, the Guardians have become pretty constant in his weird life.

"Peter, are you alright?" Karen asks. "Your resting heart rate has increased."

He says he's fine. It's fine. But it's kind of not... fine at all?

The idea of hearing anything from Quill over text makes his stomach hurt. And having to walk back into their apartment to keep an eye on Groot seems impossible. And he still has Mantis' little friendship bracelet on, under his suit, 'cus she seemed so into it and he hasn't had the heart to even put it somewhere nice on his dresser; it belongs on a wrist, right? These are all things for people who would go home just to die. And apparently while he's there — on his watch.

Teammates don't let teammates die. They don't let friends die.

Peter is so sick of people he cares about dying; he can't let it end like that.

He sits up top of the highest point he can find and thinks about what he can do now. First thing's first, he needs to figure out a way back, so he can be useful. Staying here will only mean pacing around and knowing things are gonna get bad back home, real bad. He'll talk to whoever's in charge and let them know he wants the first chance offered to rush back to Earth.

... And that's... all he can really do. Isn't it?

He couldn't tell them. He couldn't ruin their time here with that, and now he kinda gets why Mr. Stark waited for Pete to come to him in his lab. Because what do you say? How can you hurt people like that, telling them such awful news? He's fifteen years old, he's not a goddamn police officer who delivers news to next of kin — he's just used to them.

He only realizes how late it is when the light's hitting the skyline again, and he blearily sneaks back onto the roof to dress back into his clothes. His feet feel so heavy on the steps, and he really just wants to sleep now and hope for the best. But then he finds those three pairs of shoes on his bed — and he peels the post-it off the dresser, and he feels like his heart's gonna smash into little pieces.

He clumsily wipes away a few stray tears from his waterline that bully their way out.

Aww, man, he thinks miserably. Please don't.

Later, a sticky note is in turn left on the Guardian's fridge; when he came in and out, who knows.]



[He'll try his best not to lose these, okay?]