Daguerreologue
n. an imaginary interview with an old photo of yourself, an enigmatic figure who still lives in the grainy and colour-warped house you grew up in, who may well spend a lot of their day wondering where you are and what you’re doing now

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Flash Thompson's P.O.V
Flash went through the plan in his head. It was fool proof. He was a genius.

He sat up and looked around Peter's room, Peter had finally fallen asleep.

Flash got out of his makeshift bed and looked in Peter's wardrobe, the Spiderman suit was hanging up next to a couple of science pun shirts.

Quickly, he put it on. Flash was trying to contain fangirl screaming.

Flash secured the web shooters to his wrists and opened the window.

He was about to climb out when Peter's phone got a message.

Flash picked up the phone and glanced nervously at Peter, to see if it had woke him up, but he just turned over in his sleep.

The more Flash read the more angry he got. Peter's family texted him, missed him, loved him. Apparently he even had a little sister that wanted to see him.

Peter had his family and it was time to get Flash's back.

Flash pulled them mask over his head and climbed out of the window, leaving it open so he could get back in later. Running down the building Flash screamed with joy. He could've easily gone out through the front entrance and taken a taxi to his house but where's the fun in that?

"Hello Peter, how are you?" A female voice said in his ear.

Flash almost fell off the wall

"Hi? I'm fine?"

"Do you know that it is past your curfew? Shall I call Mr Stark?"

A superhero with a curfew? "Umm yes I know but Mr Stark said I could be out" Flash said, sure he would be busted before he even left the compound.

Flash's anger boiled up again. He would not be told what to do by this snitching boomer robot. "Listen Karen-"

"I am listening'

Wait, Peter really named his AI Karen? Really? Out of all the names he went with Karen? That guy had problems.

"This is important, I need to do this and even if you do call Mr Stark, I'll go anyway"

"Calling Mr Stark"

"Karen. No- overide code Underoos" he said desperately, remembering Peter's overide code. Then his remembered it didn't work and FRIDAY called Tony Stark anyway when they tried to break into the tower but it at least have him some time. He needed to be quick.

Flash used his new found web swinging skills to swing through buildings. He still wasn't great, he crashed into things a couple of times.

Some people cheered when they saw him. This and the adrenaline that was coursing through his veins kept him going.

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His neighbourhood was quite far away from Stark Industries so when Flash finally landed on the house opposite his own. His arms were aching and he was freezing but Flash didn't care he was going to have his family back.

Despite it being the middle of the night the downstairs lights were on and Flash could see figures moving around.

His plan was to knock on the door and tell his story. His parents would pay attention to him and they could be a normal family again.

He went over what he would say in his head.

Flash pulled the mask off his head, climbed down the drain pipe and walked confidently over to his front door. He knocked on the door and waited.

Flash could hear footsteps getting closer and closer. Was it to late to run away? No he had to do this.

Just as the door started to open Flash was rugby tackled to the ground.

Flash's father stuck his head out the door and looked around, he muttered something about annoying kids and closed the door again.

The guy who rugby tackled him, shot a web at a nearby building and dragged Flash with him.

When they were both hidden from the street the mask of the Iron Spider suit dissolved to reveal Peter looking unimpressed.

"What happened to not telling anyone?" Peter asked sounding hurt.

Wait when did they agree on that? It was a kinda unspoken agreement but they never shook on it. Peter was being unfair.

Flash's anger flared up again. "What the hell, Parker!" He screamed.

Peter looked taken aback "wha-"

"I WAS GOING TO BE IN A PROPER FAMILY AGAIN. I WAS GOING TO HAVE PARENTS WHO CARE AND UNDERSTAND ME- and not ignore me. . . " Flash trailed away his anger evaporating. Since he was 9 his parents had neglected him. They had refused to talk, or even look at him.

He had learnt to take care of himself, cook, clean. He made excuses as to why his parents never turned up to parents evening.

Flash sometimes did stuff wrong at school to get his parents attention. He bullied others, graffitied walls, ect. But that attention never lasted long.

One minute Flash was the apple of their eye and the next minute he was invisible, a nobody, a murderer.

Flash slumped down on the roof, his legs no longer able to support him.

Peter sat next to him. He didn't say anything but Flash was confused. He had bullied Peter since he could remember but now when Flash needed help Peter didn't run, he stayed. Why?

"Wanna talk about it?" Peter asked gently.

Flash shook his head stubbornly but then the whole story came spilling out his mouth. He didn't know why he was telling Peter, he couldn't do anything about it. But Peter was a good listener and when Flash finished tears started falling down his face.

Peter pulled him into a hug and Flash lost count of how long they sat there for.

Phew. Sorry for they wait I was procrastinating.

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