Maturity
If Peter was still 18, he would've cried out of happiness, maybe even hugged the man before he could get another word out. Not anymore though, now he was 21 and realised how much the world had been fucked up and how the spell was the best idea he actually ever executed. Sure, it brought on a few mental breakdowns and depressive episodes but at least no one was dying in his arms anymore. He took that as a win.
All these years he had been living in the peaceful bliss of nobody knowing him or getting close enough to know him, that is until Mr. Stark one day decided to disrupt this life. It was obvious that his life would be over if he would ever let anyone from his previous life get close to him.
He let out a silent breath of relief when Mr. Stark accepted his request of not talking for the car ride. He needed to get his bearings together before he sat down for a proper conversation.
He glanced at the older man's phone, it read 'Miss Potts', he was once again reminded of how they used to bicker and refer to each other formally and also reminded him why he needed to get this spell back to it's original state.
Pulling over onto a street that was safe distance from the bar, he started explaining the entire, although small, plan he formulated on the way over.
"Kid"
Peter shifted around a little and sat face to face to the man, "Yeah?"
"How are you?"
The question caught him off guard, he had gotten a little too used to living his life on his own, "What?"
"How are you?"
He felt himself relax a little in Mr. Stark's arm and lied, "...I'm good"
"I know it's a little lame to ask that after this time but... it's just been so long Peter"
Peter
Oh how long it has been since he heard someone calling his name so tenderly
He feels a smile creep onto his face without warning, that small glimmer of hope is crushed by the sounds of traffic and the smell of cheap beer. His head is suddenly filled with memories of the fight, of his life after the fight, what his life could've been if he had never listened to May never opted to fight.
He snaps back to reality when he sees Mr. Stark reaching out to hold his face, he knows it's not real but for a second he sees Mr. Stark's hand reaching out from under his grave and flinches back. Realising what he did, he decided to walk out of the situation.
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After working for 5 more hours, he still couldn't get the entire day out of his head. After the number of customers dwindled down to a number he didn't have to handle, he clocked out. Swinging the cleaning rag onto his shoulder, he took out his phone and informed his dealer to meet him at their spot in about a half hour.
He never really bought his own drugs except on days when he couldn't get it out of criminals' hands and had to go through withdrawals. Putting the phone back into his pocket, he saw someone sitting at the counter, staring at his empty drink.
Leaning on his elbow over the counter, "You thinking of keeping the glass? 'Cause that costs extra"
He earned a slight chuckle from the burly man. He also noticed the guy check him out through his sweaty shirt.
Oh
"You know, I heard you on the phone back then, not on purpose of course. Break up?"
"Bad"
"Eek"
Peter noticed the man's eyes were still roaming him.
Bingo
Leaning in further, he whispered, "You know the storage room is empty"
Looking back at the man's delighted face, he smirked in victory and led him towards the small room and held the door open. After a long day, this is exactly what he needed.
They got right to it, turns out the break up was over them not getting intimate.
Perfect
The man quickly made work of Peter's shirt while Peter went straight for his belt.
Dropping his trousers, Peter felt him up while the shorter man started peppering kisses all over his torso, definitely leaving a few marks here and there. Pulling Peter's trouser down, he got on his knees while Peter fisted his hair.
Leaning back, he felt the man doing his work while brooms and shelfs dug into his shoulder blades. Making a point of keeping his mouth shut, he pushed the man's head further up only stopping abruptly when his boss informed him that his dealer had arrived.
"Looks like our time's up", pushing away from the shelves he pulled his pants up and held out his hand, "It was nice meeting you"
After shaking hands, the shorter man was the first to exit leaving Peter to buckle his belt. Once he got out, still on his current high, he didn't notice the familiar heartbeat and walked out the exit with his supposed dealer.
Once the mask dropped, he couldn't hide his annoyance, "Seriously?"
Why doesn't he understand?
"We should really start planning our meetings"
As if
He directly starts inquiring about the spell situation not wanting to continue this day any longer. That diverted into them arguing. He is so glad John, the dealer, had come in before he could get anywhere with the conversation. He's pretty sure he would've collapsed with mental exhaustion alone if he kept that going.
Paying the old man, he figures he can get home, kick back and deal with this the next day.
If only it was that easy.