QUENTIN BECK
Flashback

"Don't make me do this, Beck," Jack warned.

I glared at him. "I'm not making you do shit," I hissed at him viciously. He had drone after drone in front of me, daring to threaten me with death if I didn't assist our so called team in killing Peter.

Never in a million years would I hurt Peter along with this utter Shitfu-

"Yes you are, you abomination." He looked at me with blatant disgust. "You're revolting."

I stared at him with just as much hatred in my eyes that he held for me. "At least I can get someone in bed with me, you ugly bitch."

"Guys!" Marcus interrupted worriedly. "Just calm down, we can sort this out."

I glanced at Amber and Azaria who both looked terrified. Neither of them made a move to get in the middle of us, though.

Guess Marcus is the only loyal, truly great guy out of the whole group.

"It's not like Michael, your best friend mind you, was totally straight." I rolled my eyes.

His face paled. "You're lying!" he exclaimed.

I let out a spiteful laugh. "Have you ever even talked to the guy? Homosexual vibes practically pour off of him in waves."

His face began to turn an angry shade of red. His hand hovered over the button that would send the drones to obliterate me as Marcus let out a yelp and tried to intervene.

"Jack, please," he pleaded while Jack crossed his arms childishly and looked away from him.

I wanted to spit out some harsh insult that would only spur him on, but it wasn't just me who I had to worry about anymore. I had to stay alive if I wanted to keep Peter safe. And I was his best shot right now.

"Beck is our friend," he begged him to stop and think. "Friends are supposed to be there for each other. You don't have to like his sexuality or support it, but you do have to respect it."

Jack narrowed his eyes at Marcus and then me. The room was silent except the sound of Amber anxiously tapping her fingers against a table.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

"Would you stop that?" I grunted, not even bothering to look at her as she quickly stopped in fear.

"Hey!" Jack intruded. "Don't talk to her like that."

I wanted to say that I could say whatever I wanted to whoever I damn wanted but the scolding look on Marcus' made me sigh and begrudgingly back down.

Jack scoffed. "That's it? No smartass comment back?"

I didn't respond.

He ran his fingers through his hair messily. "Do you really love this Peter kid?"

"Yes."

And that was when he angrily went to fire a drone, causing me to yelp and duck behind the table Amber had previously tapped her fingers against. I squeezed my eyes shut in fear that I didn't want to give Jack the satisfaction of seeing but they suddenly stopped firing.

I glanced up to see Marcus holding Jack up against the wall. "I said stop!" he yelled.

Jack looked like he was about to wet his pants but tried to compose himself, failing miserably.

"I'm going to keep saying it until you listen! Beck. Is. Our. Friend. Do you know how much he's done for you? How much we've all done for each other?

"Did you suddenly forget all of the times we had to comfort and console each other after Ironman treated us like garbage? Did you suddenly forget that you're supposed to be there for him?

"He can't control his sexuality. I bet he wishes he could, but he can't. End of story. It's not your place to decide what he can and can't do, so stop acting like some sadistic psychopath that gets off to people's pain."

Jack stared up at him with shock adorning his features. My heart warmed at how kind Marcus was being. Jack let out a discreet glance at the button to fire the drones as Marcus' breath hitched in his throat, "wait-"

Jack leaped forward, shoving Marcus away and firing the drones. Not at me, though. At Marcus.

"Marcus!" I screamed, bolting over toward them. A dozen drones fired at him as he yelled out in agony. Blood poured from his chest, face, stomach, legs- everywhere you could see. I flipped around to face the man who murdered the only person who challenged the asshole.

I slammed him as hard as I could against the wall, pummeling my fist into his already broken nose as he wailed. "How dare you!" I screamed bloody murder. "How could you do that!" I kneed him in the balls, throwing him onto the ground and straddled him to make sure he couldn't escape. Not that he could even if he tried. I was three times his size. His cries and pleas for me to stop never ended but I ignored him. All I could see was red.

"You'll never have P-Peter." He choked out in pain, "he'll never f-forgive you."

His statement was so clear, so blatant as if it were an obvious fact. Which I hoped it wasn't. I couldn't stand never holding him in my arms again.

He only heightened my already burning anger. "Do you have a death wish?" I chuckled bitterly, "I'll snap your goddamn fingers one by one if you ever say anything bad about him again. Keep his name out of your mouth!"

He stared at me with so much fear in his eyes that it almost wasn't human. I raised my arm to slam another punch into him when I felt something hard hit the back of my head, instantly knocking me unconscious from the force of the unknown object.

PETER PARKER
Flashback

I sat on top of the building where Beck and I had first met, hanging my head between my knees that were bent, arms wrapped around them as I sobbed uncontrollably. My brain was telling me that I wanted to hurt Quentin like he hurt me, that he deserved to feel such pain. But my heart burned in my chest at the thought of inflicting any ounce of pain on him at all. And man, did it suck.

I cried and cried and cried until no more were able to come out. I heaved as I tried to catch my breath but I wasn't able to. I rarely had panic attacks, but this time was an exception I guess.

I felt my lungs ache as I gasped for oxygen that refused to fill them. My entire body was trembling and all I could think about was how much I wanted Beck here with me. Comforting me. Holding me. Loving me.

But I suppose that's the thing about love. When you feel it for the first time, you can never get enough.

I bet Tony felt like this before he found Pepper. He was a man who had everything, but nothing. Not until he found her.

My love life had always just been a complete fail. I thought that Beck would be different since he made me feel something indescribable, something incomparable to everyone else.

I wiped the tears off of my wet face and stood up on my wobbly legs.

I should really get back to the hotel before anyone notices I'm missing.

I shot a web that attached to the building next to me and swung from each until I got to the hotel. I went to jump down when I heard a familiar, deep voice call my name. I turned to see Mysterio in all his glory, a wide smile covering his lips.

I raised an eyebrow confusedly.

Why does he look so happy when I just ruined his plans, destroyed EDITH and poured a glass of lemonade over his head?

He grabbed my arm and dragged me to behind the hotel as I could no nothing except stare at him in shock. His touch made me blush and crave more, but something was definitely off.

"What are you doing?" I seethed and yanked my arm away once I realized our last interaction. "You think I just suddenly forgave you for everything?"

He tried to hold onto my hands but I rushed to take a step back. He looked hurt, which caused a sharp pain stabbing into my heart. I didn't want him to be upset and especially not because of me.

"I want to make things clear," he murmured in a voice so soft that was so unlike him. I blinked in uncertainty.

Why is he acting so weird?

"Why are you acting like you forgive me too?" I asked curiously. "I just broke the only reason you ever talked to me for, something you've desperately been after for a long time. And to top it off I spilled lemonade all of your hair that must've felt really gross once it settled in." Part of me wanted to giggle at the last part but this was serious and he was mean.

"Because I love you."

My eyes widened as my mouth dropped to the floor, no words forming in my mouth so I couldn't respond. I took another step back in fear and avoided his intense gaze.

He loves me?

The three word sentence was one that made my heart soar inside my chest and stomach fill with unwanted butterflies that I couldn't keep down.

"W-W-What?!" I shrieked when my mouth remembered how to speak again. "What do you mean you love me?" My tone suddenly became ten times softer, "all of this was just an act to get me to fall in love with you. Why are you lying again? You got what you wanted the first time but I destroyed the glasses, what else do you want from me? That was all I had."

He suddenly leaped toward me and slammed his lips against mine. But it felt different. Still good because it was him... But not the same. His movements were different and sloppy. Quentin was usually such a good kisser...

Something is off.