Hiraeth
It's just opening a door.
How difficult is it to open a door?
It's easy to open the door, but you don't know what you will see when you open the door.
There is a window on the left side of this room, maybe...
Tom turned around thinking that, but Spider-Man was nowhere to be seen.
"Tom?"
"yes!"
The next second after hearing the sound, Tom felt a hand on the back of his hand, leading him to press down the doorknob.
A man with a beautiful mustache is standing outside the door.
"...Hi! Robert! Why are you here?" Tom tried desperately to calm himself down, pretending to be happy and surprising.
"Just pass by, so I was thinking of coming to see you. What , I am troubled?" The mustache man showed an injured expression.
"No, no, no, You didn’t! I'm just... surprised! This is really sudden!!"
When he said this, Tom felt a pain in his shoulder being pinched.
Don't look, don't look, there are only you and Robert, and only you two.
"I am teasing you. Actually, I am here for the movie. Didn't the crew inform you?"The older man smile.
"They... notified! But I didn't expect you to come so soon! Uh, would you like something to drink?"
"Well, no need for that. I already drank water on the way here. Let's go Tom and listen to your dubbing. Maybe we can improvise."
"Good, good."Tom says quickly.
Thank God Robert didn't ask to enter the room and sit for a while.
"Let's go." Tom said as he reached out to take the door, but met invisible resistance.
"..…."
He tugged on the doorknob again, but the door still didn't move.
"Tom?" the mustache man called not far away.
"Here !"
He glanced worriedly into the room, then turned and ran to RDJ.
Robert Downey Jr turned around for the 100th time.
He has felt uncomfortable since this afternoon. He is a long-time performer and can find all kinds of gazes that look at him in the crowd.
At first he thought it was Tom, the kid was a little weird today. Then he thought it was someone who liked him very much, but until he left the crew and ran into the bar, the feeling of being watched still there.
He was sure that someone was looking at him, but no matter how he looked for it, he even used a bunch of anti-tracking techniques from online searches, and he didn’t find the source of that gaze—even if he was alone now. In his own apartment, and there are no birds around.
He was convinced that it was the look in the eyes and not something like a miniature video camera. The cold machine couldn't convey feelings.
The child looked at the toys in the window.
The lost pet sees the owner again.
The mother who lost her child.
The ghost wandering in the residence during his lifetime.
A ghost? Isn't it?
Do I need to do it like the TV show...?
After some thought, RDJ sighed and spoke loudly on the sofa into the empty living room.
"If you are a ghost or a spirit , can you give me a signal? For example, drop a vase or turn the light on and off?"
Nothing happened.
He waited for a while, but nothing happened.
"Or just make something happen? Well, any sound that I can hear?"
There is no sound.
"You come to me, don't want tell me something?"
A car drove by not far away.
"...Well, if you don't want to communicate with me, then we will be cool , but please don't stare at me, ok ? If you stare at me again..."
He leaned forward and frowned, his light brown eyes met the gaze directly.
If those rumors are true, if people really have a soul after death... the man's eyes suddenly softened.
"Can I help you with something?"
The room was still quiet, and Robert, with his head aching, thought he was probably a fool, and he might as well go to the bed and get a good night's sleep instead of being suspicious.
If his movement get a little bit bigger, then he will bump into a transparent entity, and after reacting, things gonna be very different.
Unfortunately he didn't.
Fortunately he didn't.
Robert Downey Jr just stood up normally, straightened up and rubbed his sore eyebrows.
Peter Parker, who had been sitting on the coffee table, watched that man walk into the bedroom.
Now he understands why Tom was anxious to take him away.
Peter Parker covers his eyes through the mask.
After a while, Peter got up from the coffee table and walked to the window. The hand reaching for the lock changed direction halfway and picked up a picture frame on the window sill.
When Peter returned to Tom's house, he found that Tom was sitting in the lighted hall with a lot of wine beside him.
"Sorry for late. I...I , I couldn't hold back, and follow him."
"Sorry."
Tom stared at Peter for a while, then stuffed a bottle of beer into the boy's hand. Thanks to the spider's ability, it didn't fall from the boy's hand and smashed it on the floor.
"You can drink it if you want."
The boy stared at the liquid inside.
"I……"
The warm touch attached to the back of his hand.
Peter seemed to wake up from a dream, took the bottle and started drinking.
Will spiders be drunk, maybe.
But Spider-Man can get drunk, it's true.
"He still keeps the photo of me with him when I was in SI..."
Peter Parker started talking nonsense when he drank the fifteenth bottle.
He choked in Tom Holland when he drank the twenty-third beer and fell asleep in Tom Holland's arms when he drank the twenty-seventh.
It’s so bittersweet.