Secret War

Peter has been gone for five full days.

On the first day Tom said to himself that it was normal because it was only 24 hours.
The next day Tom continued to tell himself that it would be fine because Peter had been gone for less than 48 hours.
On the third day he began to distract himself with fitness and running.
On the fourth day, he was anxiously sitting on the sofa, unable to concentrate on anything, and every time he heard a slightly louder sound, he had to find out. Tom didn't leave his house all day.

On the fifth day he fiddled with the box Peter gave him over and over, desperate to find some hidden teleportation tool that would allow him to find his lover.

As time passed, the fear in his heart grew more and more.

Why hasn't Peter come back? Is it because he was injured in battle? He was wounded in the battle, he was sure to be wounded in the battle, but why didn't he escape to my world with a crystal? He can teleport from me back to the Avengers base.

What stops him from using crystals? Tom couldn't help making out every possibility he could think of, the terrible, horrific scenarios: amnesia, coma, captivity, paralysis, and death.

Death.

Tom wants to yell.

Impossible Impossible Impossible, Peter won't die, he won't let this happen, he won't, he'll catch the writers and force him to rewrite the script if necessary.

Tom walks irritably around the living room with his phone in his hand, and finally couldn't resist calling the producer.

"How are you going to get Peter to hand over the Spider-Man title to Miles? If he loses his powers in a painful way, I'm out!"
He speaks as soon as the phone was connected, unaware that his voice was full of anger.

"Oh calm down Tom, you act like Spider-Man is a real person. How are you?"

Peter Parker is a real person! ! ! Tom wants to shout at the phone. And We also fucking fall in love with each other! ! ! !
He doesn’t shout as expected, his head is as calm as the ice of Antarctica.

"Tom?"

"Sorry for my rude, I'm fine," he says.

He does because he knows exactly where he is right now. He can see clearly now. Now he's going to act.

"Actually, I have another great idea about Peter Parker's exit, Kevin. It's even related to the next phase of the Marvel Universe."

"You mean the multiverse?"

"Yes, we could add a few more settings, like Doctor Strange having to drop that damn bomb into the mirror dimension at the end, and it ended up causing a dimensional tear and a multiverse collision."
Tom changed his tone to sound confident and triumphant - he wanted to make his idea sound appealing enough to convince the guys at Marvel that it was a good plot .

"We could even add Wanda, she heard her children's cries for help at the end of her solo episode didn't she, so that could explain her mental instability. She tried to use magic to control the alien bomb , but the energy of the bomb was too strong, she couldn't do it, her magic was out of control, and enough energy combined with her magic technology to open the cracks in the multiverse." He made a few frantically in his mind. other fallbacks.

The person on the other end of the phone doesn’t say any clear words, just a few hums, but Tom could hear the sound of the pen scribbling quickly on the paper.

"And then Peter at the end of the movie, in order to stop the enemy fleeing from other universes, he goes into the rift between the universe and the universe."

"And after that? What will he meet there?"
The other side of the phone speaks after a few seconds of silence.

"Want to know, Kevin? I bet you got caught up in my story."

"...Although there are still many aspects to discuss, and the settings of some things need to be perfected, but yes, your story is very fascinating, we may also need to change the reason why Spider-Man entered the crack." Kevin's breathing sound transmitted from the phone. "Are you willing to make a plot like this? Is this what you want?"

"No, no," Tom said bluntly. "All I want is his safety."

The other side was silent for a moment. "You want to specify which universe Peter Parker went to."

"yes."

The call time is increasing second by second.

"Well, which universe is he going to?"

"Uh...we're not going to show exactly which universe Peter went to in the movie, or what he's going to encounter there, but we're going to tell the audience a very interesting but subtle after-credits scenes."

"How to do it?"

Tom silent. cause he not really know what he should do. He has come to the most critical position, but he can't take that last step yet. What if he was wrong? What if he screwed up? What if their universe didn't work the way he thought it would?

Then Peter Parker would never come back to him again.

Fear surged in his heart.

"Tom?"

"I don't know. Kevin. I don't know yet." Tom swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on the void, not even hiding the horror in his voice nicely. "I don't think I've made up my mind yet. It's too important for me to ——I can't decide it easily. Maybe you don't care, but Peter's fate, his future is on it."

"...…you're all for this, aren't you?" Kevin says. "In the beginning you offered no pay, then you would rather break the contract and quit, you even gave up your career. And the new plot you just proposed, it's all for this after-credits scene."
"What the hell are you thinking, Tom?"

Kevin doesn’t ask the question because he knew he wouldn't really understand.
So he asks another question.
"Is it worth it, Tom?"

"Definitely worth it."

"——Okay, " The man says after silent . "let me see how I can help you."

After the call, the man sighed, his eyes subconsciously scanned his office, and finally stops somewhere.
What made Tom Holland suddenly care about what happened to Spider-Man? How intense does it take for an actor to do whatever it takes to keep his character alive?

Finally he realized that what he had been staring at was a picture hanging on the wall. The old man in the photo is smiling with joy in his eyes, holding a comic book from a previous era in his hand.

Tom is seriously contemplating the plot.
To keep the one he loves alive, to bring the one he loves back.

He knows he's not a very good creator, and he doesn't fully understand the abilities of other superheroes, and there may be some inadequacies in the plot of the story. But he started writing scripts anyway, went online to find out what Wanda and Strange could do, sought advice from writers at Marvel Studios, and even made a few phone calls to the guys at Sony.

He didn't think his script was excellent, but he still followed the dialogue and scenes he had in mind, showed them through words and pictures and sent them to the screenwriter.
His fingers tapped on the keyboard, and the cursor jumped on the screen, leaving letters after letters.

He doesn't know how many calls he has made or how many emails he has sent.
He expressed his emotions and positions to the heads of the two film industries, and worked with the screenwriter and director to refine the script.

Those times were full of arguments, discussions, compromises.
In that he gave a lot.

And then he finally got there.

[Peter Parker opens his eyes and finds himself in a void. he looks around]

[Peter Parker is in the gap between the multiverses,]

[Peter is now in a void, outside of all worlds. A purple crystal floated tightly in front of him. ]

[Peter Parker is in the dark night sky, he looks around and can see countless chaotic and shining stars in the distance, then he notices a small pale purple crystal floating in front of him. ]

Tom took a bite of the apple, stared at the screen for a moment, then resumed typing on the keyboard.

[It emits a bright light, like a sta in the dark night]

[It exudes a warm and familiar light, like a lighthouse, a star. Peter stared at it so tightly that he could barely breathe]

[It exudes a warm and familiar light, and it is so bright in this night sky, proudly showing its existence. It is like a lighthouse, a star. Peter stared at it tightly, his heart beating wildly. He knew what it was, it was the key to his home. ]

[He thinks of that person, he still remembers that him]

[Peter Parker remembers those things]

[He seems to know what the crystal is because he laughs and grabs it without hesitation]

[Peter obviously remembers something as he laughs, grabs the crystal without hesitation, and closes his eyes]

[From the look on Peter Parker's face it's clear he's remembering something, or someone. Because he started to smile, without hesitation, reached out to hold it with his left hand and closed his eyes. He knew where it would take him, he knew what he would see. ]

[From the look on Peter's face it's clear he's remembering something, or someone. Because he smiled and without hesitation reached out his left hand to hold it, and closed his eyes. Peter's heart was filled with joy because he knew where it would take him, and he knew what he would see there. ]

He sent this text out.

"Then……"

Then.

Then there is a sudden crackling in the air, a pair of bare feet on the smooth tiles, the spring sun set the room to a comfortable temperature, and the air smelled of apples and the familiar shower gel.

Tom Holland's eyes widen, forgetting to swallow the apple in his mouth.

"……"

He tries to speak, but failed. He stands up and tries again, with the same result. He takes out what in his mouth with his hand and tries again.

"You..." Tom stammers and could only say one word. "you……"

The brown-haired man turns around. The two identical looking people just looks at each other like this, and their brown eyes were full of surprise, sizing up each other.

There must be something in there that exists only between them. Tom Holland knows it. Because when it come, both his eyes and the boy's eyes widened at the same moment.

It's you.

"Yes, You. and me."

Peter break the silence, speaking in a light tone, trying not to make his voice tremble.

He was answered by the gnawed apple flying in his face, followed by Tom Holland, who ran across the table after he let out a scream. ——Neither of those things Peter avoided.

The brown-haired British hit him like a cannonball, and Peter has to rely on his super strength to keep them from falling to the floor.

The older man grips Peter's shoulders tightly with a pained strength, all his fingers digging into the boy's muscles. His eyes stares at the same face as his own with a look that could be said to be radiant, and his eye sockets were rapidly turning red.

"You——" he says in a choked voice.

"Peter Parker, AKA Spider-Man. Tom Holland's lover." The boy continues to speak in a relaxed tone, believing that his eyes were turning red as well. "I'm sorry I didn’t bring you a present when I come back from a business trip."

Tom froze for a few seconds, then makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob. His body begins to tremble, gripping the boy's shoulders harder, his nails digging into the boy's flesh.

God, I didn't know Tom could have that much strength. Peter thought, and he was pulled into a hug that was enough to squeeze the air out of his lungs.

"You're back." The man buries his head on the boy's shoulder and sobbing. "You're back."

"Safe and sound," Peter responds.

"You're back!!!"

"Sorry for keeping you waiting a few days."

"You're back." Tom begins to cry.

"Yeah, I'm back."
Peter finally find some freedom to bend his arms to hug his lover.

"Don't go anymore."

"I won't. Tom."

Tom let out a sob. "Tell me I'm not dreaming."

Peter grabs Tom and pulls him away from him, then takes his bottom lip hard, almost sucking. He doesn’t care that he might be voted the worst kisser, just shove his lips roughly into Tom's, wrapping his hands tightly around each other.

The older man obviously doesn’t think it is a bad kiss, he even stuck his tongue in Peter's mouth. Tom responds to the kiss fiercely, as if his life depended on it. He makes them hug each other until he has to breathe the air.

Tom gasping violently, his cheeks flushes, brain dizzy. His hands are still tight on Peter and he doesn’t want to let go, and so were his eyes, fixed on the boy's face with a frantic, passionate emotion.

The two stares at each other for the momentary pause, and then Tom kissing Peter again. This time he is not so fierce and menacing. He go from a predator to a giver. Tom touches Peter's lips with his tongue and occasionally with his teeth. His grip on Peter's shoulders eased a little, but he put a hand on the boy's waist so hard that it seems to rub him into his body.

Through their muscles, Peter could feel Tom's pounding heartbeat continuing to pass, placing one hand on Tom's waist and holding the man's soft hair with the other. He lost himself in this tender kiss.

Then Tom end the kiss abruptly, turning to look at him in panic.

"Are you okay?! What happened to your clothes?! Did you come back so long because you were injured in battle? Did you have a broken bone? Poisoned? Did the doctor let you out?!"

Before Peter has time to wonder, Tom grabs his left arm and examined it carefully. Tom doesn’t stop after confirming that his left arm is intact, but spun around him, lifting Peter's clothes to examine every inch of the teenager's bare skin. Then he stretches out his fingers and pressed lightly on Peter's torso, watching his reaction. "Are you still in pain?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" Peter grabs the overly worried man. "Hey, hey, Tom. Look at me." He put his hands on either side of Tom's head, making their eyes meet.
"I promise I'm healthy, you don't have to worry at all."

This sentence is true. The damage to Peter's body miraculously disappeared when he grabbed the purple crystal.

Tom looks at those brown eyes for a moment, then looked at Peter's face again, and hugging him again after deciding that the boy wasn't lying.
"Fine. Great." He buried his head in the curve of Peter's neck, relaxing his body and mind. "Very good."

"Sorry for worrying you." Peter put a hand on the back of Tom's head, reassuring the man.

"I think I'll get used to it." Tom sounds like he is laughing. He rubs against Peter's shoulder for a while, letting out a contented sigh.
"God, it feels so good to hold you."

"Do you think of me as catnip or a pillow?" Peter smiles and hugging Tom tighter.

"Maybe a humanoid spider." Tom released them, blushing slightly. "No, I take you as my love."

Peter is about to say something, but his stomach clearly one step ahead of him.

"Looks like someone's hungry. There's enough food in the kitchen, or would you like to order takeout?" Tom raises his eyebrows.

"Yea , I'm starving." Peter grabs Tom's hand and dragging him into the kitchen. "I miss your cooking."

"Glad you've got an appetite. Wait, I'll fill that super stomach of yours!" Tom waves the frying pan. "What do you want to eat?"

"some fried eggs is good."

Peter leans against the stove, watching Tom grab four eggs and put them into the pan, the butter sizzling.

They don’t speak for a while, Peter staring at Tom, Tom staring at the pot, the smell of milk and eggs in the air. Everything is fine, everything is perfect. He could even imagine Tom making breakfast for him every morning.
Good, good, that's what he wants. He can get what he wants.

But Peter noticed the edge of the cook top showing signs of cracking under his hands.

hey-hey. calm. Peter says to himself.
It's alright, they're great, I'm back, I'm home, Tom's cooking for me, I should be happy, I'm safe. smile.

He let go of the bench top and clenching his fists tightly, trying to hide and control his panicky breathing.

But it is too late, Tom had already find the abnormality in the boy beside him. He immediately turns off the induction cooker and walks over to take the boy's hands and put them on top of him.

"Peter."

Tom hugs the brown-haired teenager with his right hand and pushes him toward him.

Peter doesn’t speak anything, just hugs Tom, wrapping his fingers around Tom's shirt. He rested his head on the man's shoulder, breathing the man's scent hungrily.

Tom stays still, his arms squeezing Peter's shaking body with just the right amount of force. He decides that if Peter needs to, he can stand there in silence all day.

Shit, shit, shit, shit. Tom's brain was racing at the same time.

What on earth happened? Did that alien bomb explode?
No, it's impossible, it's definitely not possible for Marvel to do that, it's literally burning up its own house.
So what happened? How was the bomb handled——ah.

Someone sacrificed.

It was terrible, terrible, and Peter Parker watched another man die in front of him.

At least three people associated with Peter had died in just one year, and he couldn't imagine how the boy's heart would shatter. No, it's not something that can be said in one sentence, and Peter Parker definitely needs psychotherapy.

He knows the boy is trying to hide his grief in his arms.

It's okay, it's okay, you can grieve, you can cry.

Even if he doesn't feel the same way, he's going to comfort Peter.

But Peter Parker is a strong and stubborn man who took it all on himself.

So Tom know exactly what Peter needs.

"I allow you to cry."

The boy shakes violently in his arms.

"I'll allow you to grieve, Peter." Tom notices that Peter's grip on him is easing, but he still held onto Peter tightly.

Why?

Tom knows Peter would ask that. he knows. So he answered ahead of time.

"Because I'm your actor, Peter. I'm going to have a crying scene in your movie, so you can be sad and cry."

"I can not."

After a few seconds of silence, Peter let out a whimper, his head rubbing against Tom's shoulder, his body on Tom's body, his fingers tangles in Tom's clothes, desperate and out of strength.
"I want to cry, but I can't, I can't cry. Tom, I can't cry." Peter's voice is wobbly, weird and dramatic, like the out of tune of an old piano.

"Then you can start by yelling. Give it a try."

And Peter did just that.

A few short, repetitive syllables came out of his mouth, dry and emotionless. He tries a few more times, uttering a long list of shouts and then uttering a bunch of rude words, and Tom hugged him encouragingly. Then he starting yelling loudly, and within minutes Tom's clothes were ripped and deformed in his hands. His teeth were resting on Tom's shoulders, almost in a gnawing position.

"My world, the whole universe is an idiot."

"Agreed," Tom responds.

"It's an asshole."

"A bad bitch."

"Fuck the world."

"Fuck the world." Tom's tone is firmer than his.

"Fuck! Fuck them all!!"

Peter becomes roaring like a tiger, in pain and fury.

"Why this shit happening to me?!!!"

"Ahhhhhhhhh————" The boy howling like a wolf at the full moon. "Why? Why?!" he asks. "Why is this happening!!!"

Everything is silent.

Tom stands still, it take all his strength to do this, it is tiring, but he doesn’t want Peter to feel insecure and empty. So his strong arms rests firmly on Peter's body to support him.

Peter shivers gently in his arms in the silence, then the cry becomes more pronounced, and finally it drops the cover altogether. Peter finally let it out, sadness pouring out of every pore of him, his body teetering in a violent cry, and his grip on Tom becomes lighter.
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

Tom pat Peter lightly on the back, and guide the boy to his knees slowly while wrapping his arms around him.

As time passed, Peter's cry gradually weakened, and finally he just put his hands down, buried his head in the arms of the older man, and wept silently.

Tom swallows painfully, his eyes turned red. He opens his mouth, and after being silent for a long time, he could only spit out one word.

"Peter."

The man doesn’t respond immediately, just moves slightly, but that is enough for Tom.

"Thanks."
Finally Pete choke out in a hoarse voice.

"Thank you." He adjusted his grip on Tom and wipes his face with one hand.

Tom wants to say something, but he decides to keep quiet and just keep drawing circles with his hands on Peter's back.

Peter takes deep breaths until he calms down.
"Thank you for this." He says again, squeezing Tom's biceps. "Feel much better."

"You know I love you."

"I know. I love you too." Pete tries to smile. "Still need say thanks ." He lifts his head from Tom to give the two of them some space to move around.

Tom notices that his clothes were wet, but he didn't care.
"How about let's eat something, you want marshmallows or ice cream?"

"No, omelettes are fine, you've already cooked them."

"Yes, but you can eat your favorite thing first, the eggs won't turn into chickens and run away."

"Okay, I want some fudge." Peter moves himself away from Tom.

They go to the pantry to get ten packs of candy and two bottles of drinks, then back to the sofa in the living room. Tom sits next to Peter, making sure Peter can feel him. Then they unwrap the ten packs of candy, and Peter keeps shoving the candies into his mouth like a vacuum cleaner, and Tom doesn't protest.

When all ten bags of candy had been eaten, Peter had drank most of the drinks and milk effortlessly. Tom asks Peter if he wants something else.

"Fried eggs are fine. I want to go to sleep after eating."

"Okay. Let's do it." Tom takes Peter's hand.

Peter, accompanied by Tom, swallows those fried egg and a glass of water. They left the empty plate on table and go to Tom's bedroom together. Tom takes out a clean set of clothes and hands it to Peter.
"I think it'll make you more comfortable." He gestures to Peter's tattered clothes. The brown-haired boy nodded, takes the clothes and starts changing. Tom is pleased to see that there is no sign of injury on his lover's body.

"I think it's time for me to go to bed?" Peter looks at Tom when he got dressed, his brown eyes faintly begging and hinting.

"Yes . I'm right here." Tom climbs onto the bed first.

With this assurance, Peter quickly takes off his dirty trousers and threw them on the ground, climbs onto the bed and lies down beside Tom, wrapping Tom tightly around his limbs.
Tom leaned over and put a hand on his waist.

"sleep. I'll watch you."

"Stay with me." Peter wraps the man's clothes around his fingers.

"I'll stay with you ."

The cloth is comfortable to the touch, the reassuring smell and temperature surround him, and above all the beating of another heart, which sounds to a familiar beat like a lullaby that has been heard so many times. Peter's body is still shaking, but he starts to really relax and finally falls asleep.

Peter wakes up in the middle of the night, subconsciously hugging what is in his arms in the dark.

"Hey P, you sleeping well?" Tom's voice comes from above his head. Tom sat up, the light on his phone screen illuminating his concerned eyes, one hand on Peter's back.

"No dreams," Peter replies softly. He adjusts his position so he could see Tom's face. "How long have I slept?" He narrows his eyes, putting his hands in front of his eyes to block out too much light.

"Only eight hours, it's midnight, you can go back to sleep." Tom moves the phone slightly away.

"I'm not sure if I can still fall asleep, what are you looking at?"

"Just some...recipes." Tom must admit he lied, because mental health counseling has nothing to do with recipes.

"I'll look forward to it." Peter sighs through his nose, reaching for Tom's clothes.

"I'll surprise you." Tom turns off his phone, moves to tuck himself under the covers, and Peter hugs him impatiently.

Tom smiles and strokes Peter's hair.

Peter falling asleep again soon after, the moonlight slipping into the bedroom through the gap in the curtains and covering him.

Then Peter wake up almost with the sun the next day.

He doesn’t wake up peacefully, more like he found himself oversleeping on the school day. His breathing was a little short, and there is a thin layer of sweat on his back.
He gasps and then see Tom's unkempt brown hair, the scent of the shower gel mingling with the man's scent into his nostrils.

Peter starts blankly at the brown-haired man, trying to reach out and touch him to tell if it is fantasy or reality.
But his body remains motionless, stubbornly wanting to stay under the quilt.

He just looks at the sleeping face of the other man, at his rising and falling chest.
His mind begins to travel far and wide, not thinking about anything.

It feels really good to not have to think about anything.

But the weight and heat pressing on his waist keeps dragging him back, persistently telling him a truth.

In that moment, Peter Parker let his tears flow silently.

If any evidence is needed, it's one of them.

He knows Tom loved him. He knows it. Ah, he shouldn't be afraid.

He would not run away, he does not fear.

Three days later he tells Tom what had happened, only the part of the earth.

Those things are enough to make Tom gasp hard enough to hold Peter's arm tightly.

He is speechless, not a word.
Whether it is denial, defense, or consolation, he can’t say anything.

Denial is useless. Because the crystal in Peter's hand no longer glows.

Defense is useless, because they all know that this matter is not in Marvel's stage plan at all.

Then there is comfort. He couldn't find the right words of comfort.

All he could do is sit silently on the sofa with Peter, hugging him tightly.
Until the boy break the silence.

"I'm hungry Tom, can you do something for me?"

Tom has the urge to laugh at that moment. "Of course. I'll never let you go hungry." He takes the boy to the kitchen, consuming half the fridge.

Steak, chicken, egg dishes, vegetables, fish, fruit, and waffles keeps coming to the table and into Peter's belly. This meal nearly killed Peter Parker.

"Enough Tom, I'm really going to vomit." Peter moaned miserably, putting his plate aside and resting his head on the table. "I'm dying."

Tom finally stops cooking, glancing at the plates piled up in the sink.
He wants to say something witty in response to his lover, but his mouth is stubbornly shut.
He stood at the table looking at Peter, feeling his heart squeezed by a hand.

He wants to do something.
He needs to do something.
He must do something.

He comes to the brown-haired boy's side, knees down, and stuffing everything he could find in his pockets into the boy's hands.

Peter looked up in surprise, look at the bunch of keys and wallet in his hand and then look at Tom.

He knows Tom loves him.

If any evidence is needed, it's one of them.

Peter grabs his dirty trousers and plans to toss them in the washing machine. Then his movements stops halfway.

"What's wrong?" Tom comes over, ready to take Peter's hand.

"I think I have something in my trouser pocket." Peter reached into his trouser pocket and pulled the thing out, both of them looking down at it.

It is a gold ring with intricate patterns and runes intricately engraved on the round ring face.

"What's this?"

"A ring. Strange asked me to take it from Sanctum," Peter said. "He said it might help me, but I haven't used it yet."

"what's it for?"

"I don't know, and Stephen didn't tell me either." Peter studied the words on the ring carefully.

"You don't need it now." There is a hint of nervousness in Tom's voice. "There's no need to create extra matters ."

"Um..." Peter just looks at the ring in his hand, as if thinking about something.

"Stop thinking about it," Tom says. "Lock it up and put it in that Stark Industries box."

Peter holds the ring up to Tom's eyes.
"Marry me?"

"Don't put it on, I think the ring might need to be put on..." Tom stopped, he was silent for a moment. "what?"

"Tom Holland, Will you marry me?"

Tom's eyes were wide open, and he is frozen in place.
He can see Peter Parker staring at him unblinkingly, the familiar face tightened to show it is not a joke.

Tom couldn't take his eyes off Peter's face, and he takes a breath of air as if he was nearly suffocating, then spat it out of his mouth.

Yes, yes, yes, of course I would.
He wants to say it, he wants to answer it, but his body is so tense that he couldn't say a syllable.

Tom just nods frantically, clutching Peter's ring in both hands.

Yes.
he says silently.

He wants Peter to be able to read lips.

Peter obviously could, because of the happy smile on his face.
"Wonderful, it's great to know that my charisma can turn a man speechless!!"

"I should be the one who proposed to you!" Tom finds his voice back. "I confess to you first!!."

"Yeah, but I am the guy who prepared the ring."

Tom immediately snatches the ring from Peter's hand.

"Hey!" the boy protests.

"Peter Parker." Tom gets down on one knee and looks up at the boy.

If there's one thing that can be noticed, it's that the atmosphere in the room has changed. Peter also quieted down and looks at the man in front of him.

The man who he loves.

"I started playing you at 14 when I was 20, I don't know what your life was like before you were 14, and I don't know very well what your routine is after you were 14, but I hope you can tell me ."
"The first thing I liked was you as Spider-Man. But now I know I love you as Peter Parker."
"I like your kindness, your ingenuity, your scientific puns that I don't understand. And your courage, loyalty and stubbornness."
"I am willing to do my best to support you and protect you. I will always be with you and take care of you, no matter what happens."
"If you ask me why I do it, I'll tell you it's because I love you. But if you ask me why I love you, forgive me for not giving the real reason."
"I know there will be some obstacles in our way down the road, but I also know that I want to spend every day with you, whether it's good or bad."
"I love you, Peter."
"I will make you happy."

Happiness.

Can I still be happy? Peter thought. After my earth was destroyed, after everyone I knew died.

After I've been through this?

Can I still——

Are you going to give up your happiness?

No.

I would not to give up my happiness anymore.

For a split second, Peter feels himself being watched by so many eyes.
Everyone is dead, everyone he knows.
There is a blessing in everyone's eyes.

Keep going, go forward.
We're here and we're not going anywhere.
You know where to find us when you need us.

So, go.

"Peter."

Those brown eyes still looking at him steadily, fully with warm.

"You're not yet 18, so you can't get married under American law. So I'm asking you, Will you live with me?"

"Yes, I do."

Peter Parker picks up the golden ring and places it between his index and ring finger.

"Hey! Tommy!! your dear brother comes to check if you're still alive!"
A head of brown hair emerged from the yard.

"Sam?! Why are you here?"

"I heard you're going to go back to the Spider-Man movie, so I just wanted to come and see you. ——Who are you talking to? Anyone else at home?"

"Why don't you go through the front door?"

"It doesn't matter where I entered your house, and I sneaked in on purpose!"

Tom gives his brother a very confused and helpless look.
"Fine, whatever, now that you're here, maybe you can make the plan ahead." Tom scratches his head, taps his phone screen a few times, sent a text message.

"What? Plan? What are you going to do?"

"A meeting for our whole family. You come bit early, so I have to get the other party's approval."

Tom look at his phone, reading the reply from the other party.
"OK, Sam, I want you to meet someone, you might yell when you see him, so you'd better put something in your mouth first..."

"Who? King Arthur?"

"Better than that. Would you like to sit down?"

"My heart is young and strong, I can meet the king at any time."

"Well, if you're ready," Tom turning his head to the side. "You can come out darling!"

".…..you must be kidding me. Is this some kind of trick show? You, who are you? Tom's clone? Or his acting stand-in? Fine, you look very, very much like Tom. OK, cool, I must admit that the makeup works great. "

The two identical-looking men exchanged glances, and then one of them jumping up deftly.

"Can makeup and special effects do this?"

Peter Parker laughs from the ceiling.

end

Fin.

Happily ever after.