taking a break from some depressing imagines to give you a dose of fluff (with a hint of angst, my specialty)

don't read this if you haven't seen far from home 

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You held your breath against the strong, nutty scent of hazelnut coffee that turned your stomach. Being a barista was the worst. Your stomach was always sensitive in the morning, especially while making people's weird concoctions of morning coffee. Popping the lid on the cup, you quickly turned back to the counter. 

"One small hazelnut latte with an extra splash of fat free milk," you said, handing it to the customer, who was a tall, thin man with a messy beard. "Have a good day."

He didn't smile and did not thank you. 

You sighed tiredly as he took the coffee and walked away. "Okay..."

Seven hours until you can go home.

You grabbed a cloth and wiped down the counter in front of you. The second customer walked up in line. "Hello. What can I get you today-?" You finally looked up at the customer, and your heart dropped to the floor. 

"Hey," Peter said, flashing a smile. 

"Oh my gosh - Peter!" You hurriedly ran around the counter to reach your boyfriend, dropping the towel in the sink in your hurry. The customers at the tables and behind Peter all stared at you as you launched yourself in his arms and hugged him tight against you.

You didn't care; Peter had been in Europe for two long weeks, and you had missed him so terribly.

"You missed me?" he asked. 

You pulled back, your hands on his arms. The happiness on your face swept away that moment. Worry quickly replaced it.

You glanced over Peter's shoulder, at the young red headed girl you'd become friends with since you started working here. "Hey - can you take over for me for a sec, Jas?" 

"Yeah," she said, leaving the cappuccino machine for the cash register. 

"Thanks." 

You grabbed Peter's hands and took a few steps backwards. Your voice dropped to a whisper. "I saw the news. I saw..." You swallowed hard. Peter wasn't looking at you anymore. "I was so worried. And you didn't call. Are you okay?" 

"Yeah... yeah, I'm okay. I'm great now, actually. I'm back home with my girlfriend..." He smiled and put his hands on your waist.

You gave him a sad look. "Peter." Your hands stopped his arms from wrapping around you. "I am glad you're home now, but last week..."

He swallowed. "I was too scared to call. He was using Ned and MJ against me, ___. And I'd already told him about you, and I knew that - that if I was seen talking to you or head talking to you, he would find a way to get to you and use you against me." 

You nodded. "Okay," you whispered. 

"I am so sorry-"

"No, it's okay." You stood up on your tiptoes and put your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a tight hug. You gave him a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth. "You're home now and you're safe. I'm safe. Everything is okay." 

He looked down at you and smiled. "Yeah, everything is okay. And after you get off, you can grab us both a mocha frappe and we can go get sandwiches..." 

"Whoa - can you turn up the TV?" one of the customers called out from the back of the seating area. 

You and Peter looked up at the flat screen up against the wall. Jas turned it up and everyone listened intently. 

The news flashed a screen that read BREAKING NEWS. 

"We come to you now with revelations about last week's attack in London. An anonymous source provided this video, it shows Quentin Beck, aka, Mysterio, moments before his death. A warning - you may find this video disturbing."

The screen flashed to an unmasked Mysterio, who held the camera close to his face. Breathless, he hurriedly said, "I managed to send the Elemental back into the dimensional rift but I don't think I'm gonna make it off this bridge alive. Spider-Man attacked me for some reason. He has an army of weaponized drones - Stark technology. He's saying he's the only one who's gonna be the new Iron Man, no one else."

The footage cut again, and you saw Mysterio laying on the ground, Peter standing over him. 

"Are you sure you want to commence the drone attack? There'll be significant causalities."

"Do it!" Peter said. "Execute them all."

It ended and cut back to the man. "This shocking video was released earlier today on the controversial news website, The Daily Bugle dot net."

"There you have it folks! Conclusive proof that Spider-Man was responsible for the brutal murder of Mysterio. An interdimensional warrior who gave his life to protect our planet, and who will no doubt, go down in history as the greatest superhero of all time. But that's not all folks, here's the real blockbuster. Brace yourselves, you might wanna sit down."

It cut to more footage. You stared at the screen, eyes widening. "Spider-Man's real... Spider-Man's real name is - Spider-Man's name is Peter Parker!"

And then the screen showed a picture of Peter. 

Right there for everyone to see.

Your breath hitched in your throat. Your hands dropped from Peter's chest and you looked up at him, jaw dropped open. 

"What the f-" He turned around, eyes wide. 

People in the cafe were standing up from their seats. Mothers pushed their kids behind them. 

"Peter..." You grabbed his hand, fear swelling up inside of you.

"Someone call the police!" one of them yelled. 

"Peter-" Some were snapping pictures of you. Flashes coming from phones blinded you.

"No! No, no, no... that isn't true! I'm not... I-I didn't..." He shook his head. "I'm not Spider-Man! I'm not!" 

"Don't let him get away!" one of the male customers shouted.

"Peter, we have to go." You looked at him pleadingly. "Please." You tugged on his hand and he nodded. You took once glance at your coworker, who was backed up against the wall, standing there in shock. 

You took the baseball cap you had to wear off and dropped it on the ground as you took off through the storage room marked EMPLOYEES ONLY. 

"Stop him!" you heard behind you.

"I can't believe he did that," Peter was saying, his voice shaking. "How... when did he..."

"We have to find a way to get to May's," you said. "If we take a taxi, people could see us."

"What am I gonna do? I-I gotta call Happy-"

You opened the back door of the cafe and froze.

"Oh, gosh," you choked. 

The news broadcast was all over. On every screen on the street, it played. Again and again, as if it were on repeat.

"Oh my gosh..." Peter breathed. 

You turned towards him and grabbed his hand. "Swing us to your apartment, fast." 

He didn't listen. Tears were in his eyes as he stared at the screens. 

"Babe? You need to listen to me," you said. "Babe. Come on."

He nodded. "W-What?" 

"You have to take us to your apartment. May is probably already with Happy, anyway. You needed to talk to him right?"

He nodded. "Y-Yes..."

"Come on," you said. You held up his wrist and he wrapped one arm around your waist. You put your arms around his neck, lifting yourself up slightly. He jumped off of the ground as the web attached to something. 

As you swung through the streets, you stared down below at the people swarming the streets. 

Thousands and thousands of people that now hated Peter, your sweet boyfriend who had saved the world more times than you could count, who had died fighting for them, who had lost friends and family and sacrificed so much...

And they all hated him in a split second.

Now what was going to happen?