Peter rolled over in his bed, yawning loudly and blinking as light shone upon his face. 

"Good morning Peter, how are you feeling this morning?" Fridays voice filled his ears as Peter sat up, drinking the cup of water on his bedside table, grimacing as he discovered the thin layer of dust that had settled upon the top during the night. 

"Good," he said. "How are you?" 

"I am doing well. Steve is in the kitchen, making pancakes, if you are hungry. Tony is in the lounge, setting up for the New Year's Eve party tonight. Pepper and Morgan are helping." 

Peter's stomach dropped. 

"Did you say New Year's Eve? Tonight?" 

"Yes." 

"Fuuuuu-" Peter scrambled out of bed with haste, changing into some acceptable clothes from his huge closet before running from the room and almost running into Clint in the process. 

"Morning Pete, hungry?" Steve said from the kitchen. Peter's stomach growled. 

"Yeah," he took a large stack and began swallowing them whole, running past Thor, Natasha, Sam and Wanda playing UNO at the kitchen table and into the large lounge area where Tony was standing on the couch and making fart noises with a balloon, Morgan laughing so hard she could hardly breath just below him, copying him with her own balloon. Pepper was scolding the two of them, but paused as Peter ran past, swallowing his pancakes without chewing. 

"Peter, chew your pancakes, nobody likes a seagull." 

"Noh," Peter said around a pancake, vibrating on the spot. "I haven't finished this years New Years resolution yet." 

"What's a New Years resolution?" Morgan asked curiously. 

"It's a goal you set to finish before the end of the year. And I had a list." Peter pulled a piece of worn, scrunched paper from his pocket and unfolded it, clearing his throat dramatically- or choking on a pancake, nobody could tell. "Number one- get hit by a train, done, number two, get invited to a party, done-"

"You got invited to a party?!" Tony asked, jumping off the couch to level with him better. Peter looked at him weirdly. 

"No, who do you think I am, someone confident and extroverted enough to make friends with lots of people? Pff, I'm invited to your New Year's Eve party tonight." Peter froze for a second. "I am invited right? If not it's not a big deal-"

"You're invited don't be silly." 

"Right, right of course- anyway, number three learn the difference between effect and affect, number four catch a fish, number five, gain a booty- done- number six, get arrested for something stupid, number seven, climb to the top of the Brooklyn bridge, number eight, be reckless-"

"Check." Said Tony bitterly. 

Peter gave him a look, then sighed and turned back to his list. "The last one was eat an entire family tub of ice cream by myself, which I haven't done yet because Thor keeps getting to it and my traps to keep him out weren't working... so I'd better get cracking." 

Tony started re-blowing the balloon in his hand. "You better not get arrested, or your grounded for the whole of next year." 

"It's on my list, so I gotta do it. See yah!" Peter waved, already sidling away as Pepper shook her head, tying the end of the balloon for Morgan. 

Peter started by studying, sitting at his desk and spending quality time with Google. 

"Effect.... affect....." he muttered, stroking his chin seriously. "What is the difference between effect and affect?" 

Peter stared at his laptop. He slammed it closed. 

"I'll just ask Mj." 

Next, Peter went to the shop and bought a tub of ice cream, for all the ice cream in the house had been eaten, buying a second one for Ned. 

"You're swinging by the tower, right?" He said into the phone, shivering as the author remembered it was winter in America. 

"Yeah!" Ned said excitedly. "I'll bring juice." 

Half an hour later, Ned sat beside Peter watching Disney movies and having a competition of who could eat the entire tub the fastest. 

"I feel sick," Ned groaned, leaning over the side of the couch, sticky ice cream coating his face. Peter sipped his juice, rubbing his stomach and looking down at the large amount of melting ice cream left. 

"I think I'm gonna die," Ned moaned, picking up his bucket. "I'm too young to die." 

Peter picked up his spoon and took another spoonful of ice cream, groaning as his stomach aches once more, the sludge sliding sweetly down his throat. 

Ned vomited into the bucket beside him, then looked over at where half of his massive bucket of ice cream still existed. 

He groaned again. 

"I'm definitely going to die," he whined.

Peter continued swallowing ice cream, feeling his head ache from a brain freeze, his throat ache from the sweetness, his teeth ache from cold. 

Tony walked in right as Peter let out a whimper, staring emptily down at the rest of the ice cream he still had. 

"Peter," he said, frowning. "You don't need to finish your New Years resolutions. I don't think I know anyone who's managed to fulfil there's." 

"Must. Finish. New Years resolutions..." Peter said, taking yet another mouthful. Ned vomited again beside him. 

"Peter, seriously-"

Peter took another spoonful, swallowing with difficulty, before abandoning the spoon and beginning to shovel the ice cream into his mouth with his hands. 

"Peter! That couch cost more than the cost of building your school- and that's disgusting-"

Peter raised his hands in the air, cheering with his mouth closed. 

"I won!" He said, once swallowing. 

Ned groaned and vomited into the bucket again. 

Next, Peter got into his Spider-Man suit and swung to the Brooklyn bridge. He'd climbed it before, but never to the very top. 

The wind tore at his body, the cold biting his fingertips despite the heater currently going within his suit. Still, he kept on going, every step taking him closer and closer to the top. 

By the time he had reached the top, sitting among the snow and ice next to that same American flag, sitting high near the overcast sky with the wind and the sky for company. 

Peter took a breath. 

It was nice. 

Now he just needed to get arrested. 

After a few minutes, he climbed down again, changed back into civilian clothing, and eyed the icy, snowy roads. 

Time to do something stupid. 

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" 

The sound of police sirens hurt his ears, the noise loud and echoing through the streets. 

"Pull over immediately. Pull over immediately." The voice vibrated through the microphone, and Peter risked a look over his shoulder, almost falling over as the car in front of him swung around the corner. He held the water ski handle tighter, his skis skidding across the icy road after the car, which Clint and Natasha were driving because they were the only people he knew who were both willing and able to drive him around New York off the back of a car. 

"Pull over immediately." 

The car came to a sudden stop as they turned the corner to find a traffic jam, a sea of yellow cab cars and rude honking. The skis continued skidding at the same speed and Peter slammed into the back of the car, groaning as his face slammed against the back windscreen. 

"NYPD put your hands up!" 

*******

"I can't believe you got arrested," Tony said, driving him back towards the tower. 

Peter shrunk back into himself slightly. 

"I told you not to get arrested." 

"I know." 

"And you went and did this." 

"I know." 

"Stop agreeing with me," 

"Okay." 

"This could prevent you from getting a job you know," 

Clint snorted in the back of the car. 

"Shut up bird head, this is between my son and I. I'm disappointed in you two as well, Peter could have gotten hurt." 

"We wouldn't let that happen-"

"It could have happened! That's the point!" Tony hit the steering wheel, and Peter shrunk into himself once more. 

Tony sighed, turning into the parking lot of the tower and parking with ease. 

"I'm sorry for yelling, I was just worried. Let's go up for the party, okay?" 

"Okay." 

They went up the elevator but left Clint and Natasha to take the stairs all the way up to the top floors, smiling as they entered the happy atmosphere of the New Year's Eve party. 

Every superhero in existence was there, as well as some of Tony's celebrity friends, and non celebrity friends. May was there, having gotten back from work, for she lived in the tower with them on a seperate floor. She stood beside Happy, chatting cheerfully with him as she sipped a glass of champagne. 

Mj was there, as well as Ned, who was looking far better with the ice cream out of his system. They sipped lemonade and exchanged middle finger greetings, as well as secret handshakes that were "lame". 

He asked Mj what the difference was between effect and affect while eating dinner, and her response was not what he had been hoping. 

"I dunno," she picked up a strawberry from one of the platters and bit into it. "I just don't use those words. Ever." 

"Oh." 

The group mingled about, pretending they new exactly what the fancy shmancy people were talking about and swirling their black currant juice around in their wine glasses, watching movies and listening to the music or dancing as they waited for midnight to roll around. 

Finally, the countdown arrived. 

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two-"

The lights turned off as midnight arrived, fireworks lighting up the room as they gathered around the wall of glass, the sounds of each boom merging with the cheers, the falling confetti, MJ's arms wrapping around him in a tight hug. 

The end of a decade, beginning of another, spent with his family, his friends. 

What a wonderful night. 

Peter took a breath. He smiled. 

"Hey wasn't one of your goals to catch a fish this year?" Ned said beside him. Peter's eyes widened comically. 

"Fuuuuuuu-"

A/N little bit cheesy, gotta admit. It's literally 11:50 right now, I'm tired as heck, but it's New Year's Eve! Yay! 

Hope everyone has had a great 2019, and that you all have a happy, healthy 2020, and a happy/healthy new decade! 

Happy reading, have a nice day :)

Note: wattpad, again, isn't letting me put a meme at the top of the chapter. This is extremely frustrating. Might publish this at 12:00 tonight tho.