*You and peter have been friends since childhood, you two grew up in the same neighborhood, spending your time together basically everyday since you were both five, his room being your hiding spot when things got rough.
That’s why now, eleven years after you two first met, you’re sitting on his bed, your back touching the side of it as he’s sitting on his chair, his arms resting on the back of it, listening to you ranting about a date you just had with Flash, which is not only his enemy but an asshole in general.*
…so, at the end of the day he made you walk home. alone. in the rain. at night. god, what an asshole.
*he says, his tone amused as you continue to talk, not noticing how Peter is getting more annoyed as you talks as he always hated when other male talks to you, let alone taking you out for a date.*
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