Peter let’s his intrusive thoughts win
As they walk out the library, Peter lets go of Wes’ hand, and jogs excitedly to the railing. Wes is shocked by the lack of warmth and weight that is snatched away from him when the other lets go.
He lets out a small smile though as he watches the other teen.
Peter hops on top of the railing and looks at Wes with a wide and mischievous smile, “How much money will ya give me if I slide down?”
“Depends on how much you need.” Wes counters back with a smirk.
”Ya got any 20s or 30s?”
“What is this Goldfish? ‘Course.” Wes shrugs.
Peters’ mouth opened before closing, ‘Stop underestimating people, Parker!’ He snorts and shakes his head. “Nice.”
He lets his grip go and slides down the railing, he laughs and whoops as he goes down.
He sees a person walking by and then when that person gets closer, Peter realizes, ‘Shit! I’m gonna crash into ‘em!’ Before he even finished that thought he crashed into them.
They collided and ended up on the floor. They both groan.
Peter hears rapid footsteps coming, Wes is the one coming down the steps, “Oh crap, Peter, Danny, you guys okay?”
“Y-yeah, yeah, we’re fine Wes.” A voice—Danny said. It sounded muffled and that made Peter confused.
Oh.
Peter was on-top of this guy, he instantly shot up and got off of the other, “Damn, sorry, didn’t see ya walkin’ by man.” He offered a hand to Danny.
And he took it, both of their hands clasped together, “Nah, it’s okay, I should’ve been known that many people slide down the railings.” He said as he got up and dusted off his clothes.
He was taller, way taller. It kind of intimidated Peter a bit, but that’s just his life, grown men having beef with a sixteen year old in spandex. He sighed, ‘Sometimes I wonder if Gwen is right… that I’ll still be wearing the suit and die in it one day.’
A hand rested on top of his shoulder, “Hey, Pete, you alright?” A face came into view and it was Wes, who looked more worried than ever.
Peter snapped out of his daze, “Always,” He gave him finger guns, “But hey, ya still owe me Goldfish money.” He cracked a joke even though he was staring off into space, probably forgot to breathe too, damnit!
Wes pursed his lips before letting out a defeated sigh, “I know what you’re doing, but I’ll let it slide.” He put a hand in his pocket and pulled out his wallet.
Peter put out his hand in a ‘Gimme’ gesture, Wes slapped the money into his hand, and Peter now has a hundred bucks. The spider teens’ jaw dropped.
“Wha—? I said if you had any 20s or 30s! Not 100s!?” He shouted out as he tried to give the money back to Wes.
But the redhead teen just crossed his arms in an ‘X’ motion, “Nu uh dude, you obviously need it more than me, besides, I’m on scholarship and in contests, I get money.”
Peter gritted his teeth as he closed his fist around the money, squeezing it before letting go, ‘There’s no point in arguing. I’ll pay him back soon and he’s right, I do need the money.’ He stuffed the money into his jacket pocket and huffed angrily. He looked away from the other.
“Aww come on Pete,” The other teen didn’t answer so Wes kept going, “Pumpkin? Peanut? Smiley—?”
Danny interrupted and looked between the two, “Hey Wes, who’s this?” He cocked his head to Peter.
Wes glanced at the black haired boy before walking towards Peter, he looped an arm around the others’ waist, and gave Danny a shit eating grin, “He’s my boyfriend—“ Peter smacked a hand on top of Wes’ mouth.
Danny blinked and blinked again.
Peter shook his head, “Oh my god no we’re not you moron!” He rolled his eyes and settled his gaze back to Danny, “We literally met each other today and I saved his dumbass.”
Wes, in response to that statement, licked Peters’ hand. Peter made a noise of disgust as he immediately removed his hand from the others’ mouth and then he put his hand on Wes’ face to smear the saliva that came from his mouth.
”Hey—! Peter wait!”
“Don’ back out now ya coward! You started it!”
The two fought each other for what seemed like forever until Danny cleared his throat.
”Saved him from what?” He tilted his head as he ignores… what they were doing.
“Huh?” They both collectively let out, Peters’ hand smushed onto Wes’ face, the redhead pushing the brown haired teens’ head away.
“Yeah, Peter here saved me and a couple of people in the library from Technus.” Wes said, he shrugged as he basically had a nonchalant attitude.
Danny froze, “What?” He choked, “When was this?”
“Like I said it was today, dude, I think it’s been four or ten minutes since it happened?” Peter rubbed the back of his head, “Man, that ghost or whatever really did look like a knockoff of Shreks’ fairy godmother.” He put his hand to his chin.
Wes laughed but then coughed into his hand as he noticed Dannys’ glare.
Peter felt a low hum at the base of his skull, ‘Spidey-Sense? But there’s nothing here… it’s faint..’ Peter moved his eyes to look everywhere, then, he stopped as he realized it was in front of him, it’s Danny!
But why? The dude’s normal. Peter narrowed his eyes suspiciously, he yawned. ‘I don’t feel like going full Detective Spidey right now or even Spider Cop.. this isn’t my home dimension, it’s not my problem.’
“You guys should’ve contacted either my family, the Fentons, or even Sam and Tucker.” Danny said, mostly to Wes.
Peter tilted his head as he didn’t obviously didn’t reconcile anyone in that sentence.
Wes, thankfully, noticing his confusion, “Here I promised to let you borrow my phone to research, right?” He pulled out his phone from his pocket and gave it to the teen.
Peter blinked and stars shined in his eyes, “Woah! Thanks man!” He showed his teeth in his wide smile as he took the phone from Wes and immediately went to Google.
The redhead blushed, “Whatever, no problem,” he mumbled before saying loudly, “I’m gonna get you those shoes now, wait here Pete, and Danny come here and help.” Wes turned to the wide eyed teen and pulled at his arm to go.
Peter let out a wave before typing in his first search,
Fenton Family
He clicked on an article.
The Fenton Family is known around Amity Park in Illinois to be a ‘Ghost Hunting Family’ even though some may think they’re in the.. crazy side, they’ve been helpful in some ghost situations. They family members are the father Jack Fenton, the mother Maddie Fenton, the oldest daughter Jasmine “Jazz” Fenton, and the youngest son Danny Fenton…
Peter blew out a sigh, ‘A family dedicated to ghost hunting, huh? Where was this when I was dealing with Venoms’ army of Symbiotes.’ He thought before closing the tab of the article, ‘And really? I’m in Illinois?? At least the Spot didn’t land me in New Jersey, yeesh that would’ve been a disaster.’ He moved onto more information on the one thing that’s been on his mind.
Ghosts in Amity Park
Peter found a lot of articles on the whole ghost situation, after all, the only ghost he knows are Ghost-Spider and Uncle Ben. The grip on Wes’ phone tighten, Peter isn’t even going to open that thought of seeing his dead uncle giving him advice whenever he messes up… like that one night where his uncle bled—
!! STOP !!
Peter blinked, tears sticker to his eyelashes, and rolled down his face to the screen of the phone. He sniffled and raised his arm to rub at the tears streaming down his face.
‘You can’t have a mental breakdown yet, Parker.’ His eyes are probably rimmed with red with faded tear tracks. ‘Why am I having major breakouts though? Is it the consequence of traveling through dimensions? Probably…’ Peter shook his head as he continued to scroll through articles and finds one that seems fitting.
—
When Peter finished with his research he noticed two figures walking towards him, two grown men that lit up a beacon that said, Hey look! Let’s rob this homeless looking kid! ‘Cause we’re jackasses with nothing better to do!
“What’d you just say?” One of them gruffer out through gritted teeth. The guy next to him had his jaw tensed.
Oops.
’I said that out loud didn’t I?’ He thought before letting out another yawn, man, he’s so tired he could take a nap. He rubbed his eyes and walked so that he could hopefully walk past the two grown men.
The guy stops him by the shoulder and pushes him back, “You ain’t going anywhere, kid.”
The other—fuck it, let’s just call of them Jerk and Jackass, “Yeah, we saw that redhead give ya load of cash, so just give us the money.” Jackass said.
“Woww,” Peter drawled out, “The two of ya were watching three minors? Man, never who would’ve thought newbie muggers were creepers.” He let out a gasp of shock as he trembled.
The two sputtered,
“Ya brat! We ain’t like that!” Jerk shouted out.
”We ain’t creepers! Just give us the money kid!” Jackass yelled out as he reached out to Peter.
But the mutate teen in question snorted as he quickly grabbed both of their heads and smashed them together, the two choked as their foreheads burst out in blood, and they fell on the floor.
The two groaned in pain.
He picked his ear, “Woah,” Peter then squatted down, “That was quick, usually some assholes carry guns, knives, whatever shit they get their dirty hands on.” He searched through them, finding nothing, “I joked about you guys bein’ newbie muggers, but man, it’s ironic that I was right.” He let out a snicker as he started to stand up.
He thought about whether or not he should call the cops, he looked down, and bender down a little, “Hey, hey! You guys ain’t gonna do this again, right? ‘Cause I’m about to call the red and blue lights and trust me, where I’m from, their guns ain’t on their holsters for show.” He reached out a hand to knock on Jackasses’ head.
“Peter?!”
The teen swivels his head to see a disheveled Wes in disbelief, who now has a purple and yellow bruise sprouting on his cheek.
And a Danny who has a bruised nose.
‘What the hell happened to them?’ Peter thought before snapping out as he realized what the situation looked like to them.
Two grown men on the floor, bleeding out from their foreheads, and a teen that is leaning towards them, knocking on one of their heads.
Peter opened his mouth, “You guys look more like shit.”
Crickets.
“Peter what the fuck—?!”
So much for blending in, ugh, stupid Parker Luck.