You had quickly found yourself retreating to your roof most nights when you couldn't sleep. Yn had brought up several planks of wood, nails and a hammer.

You managed (through help from google) to build a small fort thing. You had 4 walls but no top part so you could look at the stars when you felt sad. Some nights, you wouldn't sit in the den you'd made and you would sit on the roof, with your feet dangling down.

You'd seen Spider-Man swing through the city before and you admired him/her. (though probably a him because there was no sightings of boobs through the tight ass fabric)

A couple of nights ago, Spider-Man was fighting crime on the opposite side of the street to where you were sat.

More than a couple of times, you'd debated just falling off of the roof and ending it all. It's not like you had any family members left to stop you. (Well... none that cared)

Tonight was one of those nights. You were stood up at the end of the roof and admired the view of Queens from this angle.

Even though it probably used a shit-tone of power, it looked beautiful.

The lights of houses and streetlights looked like little stars, the bridge in the distance glowed brightly with the endless swarm of headlights passing over it.

It was in these moments that you missed your mom.

~

You genuinely didn't want to do it.
But you did.
You leant forwards slightly to try and look beneath you, but your foot slipped.

You were falling 60 meters to your death. You let out a yell as you fell, the ground getting closer and closer to your body.

You closed your eyes as you felt the ground get way too close for comfort and waited for impact.

But it never came.

You opened your eyes and saw the trade-mark red and black striped suit to your left. Your stomach fell as you both dropped before another web attached to a building. You shut your eyes, becoming slightly nauseous.

When you could feel yourself no longer moving, you opened your eyes and saw your feet on your root again.

You slumped down and put your head on your folded arms.

You cried.

~

A couple of days after that, you were on the roof again. The distant sound of thwipping came to your ears and you couldn't help but smile slightly. You waited a minute or two before you spoke, "Hello Spidey," You said, not looking at him. "Hello..."
"Yn," You said, knowing he didn't know your name. He sat down next to you, "Hello, Yn," The both of you sat in comfortable silence for maybe a minute or so before Spidey spoke, "Do I need to be concerned if your up here? You're not gonna pull another Tuesday on me, are you?" You let out a giggle (which you never do) and sighed, "No. I genuinely didn't mean to do that, my foot slipped." Spidey snorted as he faced the skyline. "Why do you come up here?" He asked after a quiet 30 seconds, "You don't have to tell me, but..." You glanced at him but he still wasn't looking at you, "My mother died a little over 3 weeks ago. I found her dead in the house," You said, your voice cracking. "Oh, I'm sorry," Spidey replied, sounding genuinely upset for you. You just sighed, "So am I," you paused, "But to answer your question earlier, I come up here because I want to look at the stars. My mom wanted to be an astronaut when she was younger and before we moved here, we used to go outside and camp to look at the stars. I just feel connected to her, ya know?" You said and Spidey nodded, as though he did understand.

You both sat in silence for another 5 minutes or so before he got up and stretched, "I've got to go now, but it was nice talking to you, Yn. I'll see you again soon?"

You grinned, "You bet,"

~

The visits happened every 2-3 days and it made Yn's week slightly more bearable. Yn wasn't so angry with the world anymore, because she finally had somebody to vent to about it.

Yn's grades began to improve at school again, and her friendships got stronger again.

But, like all good things do, it had to end.

~

Yn had (during her mourning period) had more commonly than not, began scoring lower than Flash (who was more than happy) in any test. Until Yn was back up to scoring second (still behind Peter) in her classes again.

Which made Flash very angry.

And an angry Flash meant sad people.

~

You were talking to Betty about your newest test results when Flash had walked over just in time for MJ to say, "Are you feeling ok, Yn?" Flash had walked over with a grin on his face, "What about her mother?" He'd asked. Neither you or MJ said anything, but Betty responded with, "She found her mom in a pool of her own blood 4 weeks ago," Flash snorted and you felt anger rush through your veins, "What, your mother killed herself?" The anger rushing through your veins was so strong that you couldn't formulate a response.
"Honestly, I would if you were my daughter as well... I mean... she probably offed herself cus of disappointment!" Before you seriously did something you would regret, you ran off in the other direction, tears blurring your vision.

You slammed your back against a locker and slid down it, still sobbing violently. Most people just ignored you and walked past, some gave strange looks but ultimately stayed quiet.

Somebody had sat next to you but not said anything.

Your sobs kept up and eventually, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You pulled your head up from your knees and was surprised to see Peter sat next to you with a frown on his face. You frowned, "Why are you helping me, Parker? I haven't done anything nice to you at all since we met," Peter let a small smile grace his face, "Because you need help, and I always help. When I can at least," When you frowned even harder, Peter continued, "My mom and dad died when I was younger and I was in a similar position with my uncle a few years ago... so I understand what you're going through," You sniffed a few times to try and control your tears.

It didn't work.

More tears came to your eyes and you desperately tried to sniff them away.

Suddenly, Peter pulled you into a hug.

You went all stiff and felt the hug lesson slightly.

But this was the first physical comfort you'd had since your mother had died.

You tightened your grip and he tightened his in return.

You could smell the faint smell of aftershave and... vanilla?

It was nice.

The hug was nice.

Peter was nice...