i'm back! and y'all ain't ready for what i have in store...
warnings: endgame spoilers, possible ffh spoiler? major angst :( you being lowkey dumb oops
Thirty Days Later
Lights. Bright lights. Ringing in the ears. Vision slowly coming back.
"Dad!" you yelled.
Your father finally opened his eyes all the way, he had fallen after feeling dizzy.
You slowly helped him up, "I am okay uh, y/n."
Not only had he been feeling dizzy, but had been having intense memory problems ever since the car accident. A lot more had went on than you and your mother thought.
"A-are you sure?"
"Yes. Fine fine fine."
There was something needed to be said but he couldn't say it out loud. Work work work. Ever since the accident your father had been going to weekly doctor appointments to check on his condition. And he was let off work with pay, like many others after the Blip. But your father kept thinking about work and the people who he worked with, his partner especially. He knew the good in the world and the bad, especially the bad. He saw his now ex-partner in the hospital and heard the things he said to him. Things he knew would come back to him.
So now, an hour after he fell, he wrote a note. Your father believed it would be just a shame in telling you he had to leave for 'work' reasons again. So he wrote you and your mother a note. So he didn't have to face either of you. And in this note was the truth. The truth that you would find out, that your mother already knew, yet kept it from you.
You were sitting on the fire escape talking to Peter on the phone, telling him what happened and still comforted him after the trauma he went through. You would have been sat with your dad but he wanted space, he said. And your mom was picking up his prescription from the pharmacy.
"So your dad, he's having memory problems?"
"Yeah, it's not bad but he just forgets little things, like what we just asked him. He remembers everything before the accident I think but..."
"I'm sorry."
"Why do you keep saying your sorry it wasn't your fault, Pete. Things happen."
"It's just- it was a crazy accident. Pretty bad crash, I can imagine how scared you were, you know like my parents and like-"
"Wait- how- how do you know it was bad?" you whispered into the phone, slightly confused by Peter's words.
"I uh, well I," Peter stumbled.
"Spit it out."
"I was there. As Spider-man. I was swinging around and heard the crash and it was your dad, okay," he sighed. You were shocked. Peter was there. Where your dad could have almost died.
"Are you kidding me right now? You were there? You could have saved him! Peter, I—"
"Y/n there's nothing I could have done. He was already unconscious when I got there. I called the police and they got there as quick as they could."
At this point you started to cry. The crash wasn't Peter's fault but, he had that Peter tingle thing right? Wouldn't he have sensed it coming? Why didn't he do anything about it?
"You didn't sense it coming? You didn't even tell me?"
"I- not really."
"What's that supposed to mean Peter!" you yelled.
"y/n wait, I can explain."
"What's more to explain? You were there and it happened and he almost died do you know how that feels?"
Shit. Right when the words left your mouth you wished you could take them back. You lost no one in the situation, you should be grateful. Peter lost many people, it wasn't fair of you to say that. Not at all.
"Really? You think I don't know loss? I know loss y/n. I've lost many people that I love. You, of all people should know that."
"I- I'm sorry I shouldn't have say that I didn't mean it like that-"
Peter sniffled, "Gotta go."
And he hung up. Both of you crying on either side.
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Ding!
You got a text message. Fully expecting it to be Peter and wanting to talk to him again you jumped to your phone. But it wasn't.
It was your newer friend whom you've become closer with in the past month, Harley Keener. The text read,
Call me.
And so you did. The line rang not even once before Harley picked up.
"Y/n are you okay?"
"Uh yeah, what's up?"
"Peter texted me, said something happened between you two, just wanted to make sure you are okay."
"It's just a little argument but I have to apologise to him, I didn't say good things."
You were interrupted by your front door slamming shut and the ping of the elevator.
"Well just apologise then?"
"It's not that simple Harley. He did something bad to me."
"Woah woah woah, what kind of bad?"
You panicked, wording something wrong the second time that night, "No he just lied to me, but not for a good reason. And it hurt me."
"Ohhh so you want him to apologise first?"
"Uh I don't know. I should just give it a night."
"You guys will probably work it out again, but I'm always here for you. Bye y/n."
"Thanks, bye Harley," you smiled into the phone.
You hung up and walked to the kitchen to see what the ruckus was about. There was no one home.
"Dad?"
He wasn't in his bedroom.
You went to the living room where he wasn't sat either. But you saw an envelope on the empty coffee table. An envelope with your name written on it in bold letters. You looked around the room before picking it up and struggling to open the seal. You took the letter out and scanned it with your eyes reading each and every word carefully.
Y/n,
It's time you know what happened. The car accident I was in was not an accident. It was purposefully done by my ex-partner at work. Yes, the work I always go away for. My old partner and I had a past. We were close and worked thoroughly together under a powerful man. Then my partner lied several times, hurting people. Hurting our boss's reputation, and making me do things I didn't want to do. When I refused him, I went to the boss and he was fired and evicted in the same moment. I made him lose his job and he wanted to get me back. So, he paid a woman to crash into my car.
He visited me at the hospital and told me all this. I have been in contact with him again. Not that I want to be, but he has threatened several people I love several times. So this is for the best. I'm sorry I kept you out of my work life and lied about what I did, but really I meant no harm.
I am with my old partner again and working under him. I cant tell you where that is or who he is, mom knows but I wish she didn't. You guys will be fine with out me. I love you, goodbye. Don't worry about me, whatever happens.
Oh and pls contact Pepper Stark asap.
xxx-xxx-xxxx
-Dad.
You were speechless, your throat was dry and you just stared at the letter.
He left.
You didn't know what to do. Who was his partner, who did he work for.
What was going to happen to your dad?
So you called Pepper Stark.
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"Hello," the voice you remembered of Pepper answered the phone.
You didn't know what to say so you simply put it as:
"It's y/n y/l/n. I need to know about my dad."