Requested by jarvisdropmyneedle07

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NEW TEXT MESSAGE

FROM: Peter

Hey, are you up? :/

You had rolled over on your side so that you could check your phone. It was plugged into the wall. You quickly sent back, yeah, what's up? and then went to scroll through Twitter.

Peter messaged back not even a minute later.

Can I drop by?

You glanced at the time on your phone. It was nearly midnight.

I just need someone

When you read that, you quickly responded.

Yeah, come over. I'll unlock the window.

If Peter wasn't okay, then you would be there for him.

You got up and unlocked your window. You left the curtains open, because sometimes Peter got tangled in them on his way inside. And if he could not get you grounded for sneaking friends into your room, that would be great.

He arrived not too long after you told him to come over. He shut the window and walked over to your bed-

And he hugged you.

You froze in shock. Peter never hid his feelings for you; you both were best friends with one another. You were affectionate - but in small ways. Like getting up and sharpening the other's pencil during class, or copying off of one another's homework, or being there for one another.

Peter never hugged you. He was far too awkward.

"Peter," you said, worried, "what's wrong?"

You felt him shake his head. A little anxiety rose up inside of you.

"Are you okay?"

He shook his head again.

You didn't want to, but you grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back. "Pete. What's going on? You're scaring me."

"I-I am just scared," he said.

You noticed how he was shaking.

"I'm so scared. Of everything."

"Hey," you breathed. "You've been through a lot. It makes sense."

After Peter left the field trip, he didn't come home for a long time. It was you and Ned and May waiting for him. But when he did come home, everything was different about him. You and your friends were just kids, really - and he had witnessed so much, been separated from his aunt, and had fought in a war.

And had nearly the whole team of original Avengers die for him.

And now he had to fill their shoes.

"Peter," you said, "you're not alone. After everything that happened... no one is okay, believe me."

He nodded, his eyes soft and teary. "What about you?"

"No," you said. It pained you to admit it. "No, I am not okay."

He looked down and grabbed your hand. You let him hold yours, which was weird, and it kind of made your heart leap out of your chest. But you held on, because he wasn't okay and neither were you.

"Peter, things will get better," you told him.

"Yeah," he breathed. He nodded. Then, feeling self conscious, he pulled his hand away. "Uh, thanks." 

"O-Of course, any time," you said, wiping your palms over your sweatpants.

"So, I help you, you help me?" he asked. "And then one day... hopefully soon - things are okay again?"

"Yeah," you said. You smiled. "I really like that idea."

"Okay," he said. "Me too." His eyebrows furrowed. "How is Ned? Is he okay?"

"No one is okay," you reminded him. But it was no secret that, in Peter's absence, you and Ned had grown closer. Now you and Ned were best friends, and all because you two only have each other. "He has anxiety a lot. He worries about you a lot, too. Sometimes I think he thinks that you'll disappear again."

Peter winced. "Yeah, me too."

"But you won't," you reassured him, putting a hand on his wrist.

He nodded. "I know. I know. I'm here." He looked down, as if to check. Then he sucked in a shaky breath and forced a smile.

"We will check up on Ned more often. We will check up on another more often. Don't be scared to come to me, okay?"

"Okay," he said. He hesitated, but he hugged you again. His eyes shut tight. "Thank you."

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This was short but important. If any of you aren't okay, open up to a friend! And if you need a friend, I'm happy to be one for you! ♡

I love you all.