When Peter awoke the next morning it was to the sleeping face of Emil. There was no natural light but Emil's face was lit by the blue and red fairy lights that were strung up along the walls and ceiling. His skin looked even paler and his lips redder. His eyebrows were furrowed and lips pursed slightly. Peter wondered if he was having a bad dream.

Emil sighed and nuzzled into Peter's shoulder. Peter's arms were wrapped around the skinny boy's waist and Emil's were draped around Peter's shoulders. Their legs were tangled beneath the amount of blankets that Emil had piled on the mattress. It was like a giant nest full of pillows, blankets and very comfortable. Peter felt like someone could sleep for eternity here.

But he was not going back to sleep anytime soon. Carefully, not to wake up Emil, he reached to where he had left his phone under a pillow and turned it on. He winced at the sudden brightness and blinked at the time. It was eleven in the morning. Luckily, all the students from the dc trip were excused from school for two days. If not, then Peter was seriously late for school.

Yawning, Peter tried to untangle himself from the warm cocoon. He was still in his pjs rom last night, with only a hoodie thrown over top. He also really needed the toilet. Once free, he snuck past Emil and into the bathroom. After he was done with his business, he took another look around Emil's apartment. It was a two room apartment, with one large room as living space and a bathroom. The main room was huge, easily the size of Peter's whole flat.

One wall contained counters and the kitchen area, Emil had painted the wall in to a beautiful sea scape. It had a large fridge-freezer, an oven, kettle, microwave and oak cupboards containing basic kitchen essentials. Emil did not have a normal table. Instead he had a tiny low coffee table on the floor surrounded by bean bags and various cushions facing a flat screen tv. The only other furniture was a large oak wardrobe and a chest of drawers.

The other two walls were both decorated. The one opposite the bath room, the one with the tv, was painted to display a vibrant green Forrest. The other was a scenic mountain view. The bathroom had been painted as if it was underwater and the wall behind the bed showed a waterfall beneath a setting sun. Looking up, Peter saw that even the roof had been painted. A gorgeous galaxy winked down at Peter, he wondered how Emil even go up there. Honestly, Emil's apartment was like another world.

Peter, feeling bored, started to flick throughout the numerous large pieces of paper and canvases that leaned against various things. He knew that it was probably rude to look through Emil's stuff, but his curiously was killing him. Peter stopped on one particular sketch. It was a ghost with long black hair. Parts of his face was missing, leaving only the skull. Two sunken eyes displayed the word Boo across each pupil. Peter recognised it. It was the same image that Boo had graffitied on Tony Stark's warehouse a few weeks ago. Peter frowned.

Crossing to Emil's wardrobe, he threw open the door and looked inside. There, crumpled in the corner, was a black Kevlar suit. The very same suit that Boo had worn at the battle in Germany. Peter felt like his heart had dropped.

"Peter? Are you still here?" Came a sleepy voice. Emil sat up and blinked blearily in Peter's direction. "Why are you going through my wardrobe?"

"You're Boo", Peter's voice came out small. "Your boo!" He repeated but louder. "You're an assassin Emil. Why are you Boo? I thought like I knew you!" Peter was crying now. Big fat tears tracing down his cheeks. He wasn't sure why he was reacting so badly. Probably because he felt like every time he learnt something about Emil, it only gave him more questions. Now it felt like he didn't know him at all.

Peter thought back to the Emil he would see at school. Charming, bright and often wearing flower crowns. Totally the opposite of Boo who was rude, sarcastic and a flirt. But they were the same person. "This explains everything. Why you live alone, your scars, your unexplained little habits, why you flinch at sudden loud noises. This is how you know I'm Spider-Man. How long have you known?" He shouted.

Emil, who was now wide awake, had gotten to his feet. He looked pained, like each word was physically hurting him. "Since the bridge", he admitted shamefully.

Peter shook his head. "So you knew about everything. You knew everything and you lied to me. Every time we talked, you were lying to me".

"No!" Emil protested. He was starting to cry too. "I didn't tell you because I wanted you to think I was normal. I know what Boo is! He's a killer and a assassin. He is what I was made to become through numerous torture. You wanted to know about my scars? Well they are from punishments and training. I never asked to be born. I never asked to be experimented on", he screamed as tears dropped down his chin. "I just wanted to be like every other fifteen year old. I wanted parents and friends but I can't have that. I can't be like others".

His voice died down and he looked at Peter honestly. For the first time, Peter felt like he was truly seeing Emil. His blue eyes were glowing, lighting up his face. His tshirt was wide necked and Peter could see the outline of scars from where they peaked out over his collar bones. Peter had never seen someone look more broken in that moment.

He backed away, shaking his head. "I can't, I just need some space to absorb all of this", Peter babbled as he pulled on his shoes. "Don't call me. Just let me think", he said coldly as he opened the door. Then he was out into the corridor, Emil's apartment door closing behind him.

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AN: my poor boys. They are both so hurt.
Peter is scared because he's afraid to lose Emil and he feels like his trust has been broken.
Emil just wants to be loved.
I almost cried as I wrote this.
So sad.