PETER PARKER
Flashback

My head hurt. A lot. Maybe like it'd been run over by a car... or a building... or an entire continent. Yeah, that one sounds about right.

The bed I was laying on was stiff with a single layer of blanket that was as thin as toilet paper. Not to mention it smelled like stale crackers and hand sanitizer. I scrunched my nose up in disgust which was when I heard a gasp.

"He's awake!"

I opened my eyes groggily just to be blinded by the light shining above me. I squinted while I looked around the room.

"How are you feeling?" Happy urged me to speak. "Don't talk if you can't."

I was in a room with white walls and medical equipment everywhere. Happy was the only familiar face in the room, the rest being doctors.

I stared up at him with wide eyes. "What happened?" He had a pained look on his face and kneeled down so that we were eye level. "Is it something bad?"

"I'm really sorry, Peter," he murmured and rubbed a hand on my shoulder.

My stare intensified as I waited for him to continue. "Just tell me, Happy."

Happy's eyes squeezed shut. "I don't know how to tell you this Pete."

I glared and straightened my back in the uncomfortable hospital bed. "You're scaring me, just say it!"

"Peter," he whispered with sad eyes. I felt anticipation bubbling in my veins and fear spiking with every move his mouth made. I wasn't sure which I was more afraid of. Him answering or never knowing.

"You're pregnant."

All the feeling in my body came crashing down. "I- what?" I glanced downward and moved the hospital gown to the side slightly.

Yeah. Definitely not pregnant.

Happy bursted out laughing and I tried to put on an angry face but ended up failing. Happy was almost never happy. So when he was you had to celebrate it.

"I hate you." I glared but it contradicted with the smile on my lips. "Now tell me what actually happened."

"Okay, okay. "He raised his hands up in defeat. "What's the last thing you remember?"

I ran my head through my recent memories. "Um," I blinked stupidly, "I remember Quentin and I killing one of the elementals. Then after he met me on the roof and..." my face burned a scarlet red.

"And what?" he interrogated with an intrigued expression.

"And we talked." I nodded.

"You talked?"

I tugged on the bottom of my ear nervously. "Yes. We talked."

"Talked about what?"

"Superhero stuff."

"Superhero stuff?" Happy scoffed at me.

He kissed me, Happy. Is that what you want to hear?

"How is he, by the way?" I cleared my throat, "Quentin."

Happy immediately tore his gaze away from me and I felt my blood run cold. "What's wrong? Did something happen? Can you take me to him?" Happy didn't say anything back except open and close his mouth, fighting to find the right words. I raised my eyebrows up expectantly. "If you don't answer me in ten seconds then I'll strangle you with my webs while you're asleep," I warned. He shook his head and finally began to speak.

"Peter, he's dead," he whispered and reached out his hand to hold onto mine but I tore it away.

"He's what?!" I shrieked, fully alert and heart thumping in my chest. "Who killed him? How did he die?"

I felt my chest heavy and blistering in torture. I gripped the side of the bed so hard that the seams tore and my fingers went straight through. Happy paused again but I wasn't having any of it. "Happy!" I yelled, "who killed Quentin?!"

He can't even look at me! Why isn't he looking at me?

"Fine, I'll just figure it out myself." I tore the cold blanket off of me and went to jump off of the bed what a doctor stopped me.

"Watch out for your IV, kid."

"Yeah, thanks," I said and looked down to see his name tag, "Doctor Raza." I tore the needle out of my arm and handed it to him while he looked at me with wide eyes.

"Kid!" Happy yelled after me when I stormed out of the room.

Where even are we?

I looked around. This wasn't like a regular hospital.

"We're still in Stark Towers," Happy answered for me, "this is Tony's floor, he had his own small infirmary built in since he got himself into trouble so much."

"Stop stalling," I tried to sound indifferent while I spoke so that I could push down my emotions. I wasn't an unreasonable person. But this man just said that Quentin is dead.

"I'm not doing it on purpose, I just don't know what I'm supposed to say. Why I'm the one who has to say it," he groaned.

"If you don't tell me then I'll just go out there and find whoever did." I said with tears in my eyes, "I'll kill him."

"That's what I'm afraid of," he whispered almost inaudibly.

I gave him a confused look. "What do you mean that's what you're afraid of?"

Happy walked closer to me and pulled me into a tight hug. "You're not going to freak out when I say this," he instructed, "you're going to stay calm and we're going to talk this out."

"I swear I won't, just get on with it." I grumbled, "who killed him?"

"You did, Peter."

I laughed. I laughed so hard I thought I grew a six pack while Happy stared at me like I was the biggest idiot on the planet.

When he didn't start laughing too and just continued to look at me like I was a lunatic I began to realize it wasn't a joke. "No," I said in shock, feeling the sudden urge to vomit overcome me. "You're lying. I didn't kill him."

Happy tried to hold onto me but I shoved him away so hard that he crashed into the wall behind us. I gaped at him in fear and confusion. "What?"

He ignored the pain from hitting the wall and tried to approach me slowly again. "It isn't your fault, just let me tell you the rest of the story."

I stood there dumbfounded as he told me everything that had happened. Quentin tricking me into giving him EDITH, figuring out that he was a bad guy, him trying to kill me.

He tried to kill me.

"But you're okay," he rambled, "you got him Pete, we won." My eyes stayed trained on the painting behind him as no emotion slipped onto my features at all. None.

"Are you sure he's dead?" I whispered, not paying attention to any other part of the story.

"We're sure. We found his body next to yours. I'm sorry, Pete."

I stood in my spot for a good ten more seconds before running as fast as I could.

"Peter, stop!" Happy screamed while I ran.

I ran up the stairs and darted toward my room. But I was at a disadvantage because my entire body felt like it had been crushed with a bulldozer.

I got to my room and stared out the window, Happy panting behind me a few seconds later.

"Don't." He exhaled. "I know you said you were going to kill the guy who killed Mysterio."

"His name is Quinten," I mumbled bitterly while tears pooled down my face in waves.

"It isn't your fault he's dead," Happy tried to reassure me again but I ignored him.

And about a month passed by of me ignoring those words of consolation after that.

-

I doodled a picture of Quinten and I onto the piece of homework I was supposed to be doing. But I didn't do homework these days. I didn't do anything at all.

I made sure to get his lips drawn right. Every single time I try to draw him his lips just never look right.

I dragged my pencil off of the paper and scanned over it.

Wrong, wrong, wrong... all of this is wrong!

I crumbled up the piece of paper and threw it into the trash barrel across the room and snapped the stupid pencil in half.

I hated that guy. Hated him so much that I love him.

He tried to kill me. He had a whole group of people set up just to kill me! All I was is some piece in his game to get EDITH. And I played right along, completely oblivious to the goal.

What an idiot.

He messed me up so badly that my entire life just fell apart after. I never see my friends or family or do anything fun. Nothing's fun when all I can think about is how I need to learn to draw his lips correctly.

I settled for watching TV to get my mind off of him and his stupid lips.

I flickered through the news channels, searching to see if there were any that weren't about me. And I know that makes me sound like such an egotistical, ungrateful jerk. Hell, maybe I am. That doesn't make it hurt any less.

A/N
The last paragraph is the first sentence of the first chapter, so now we're all caught up.