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Struggles

***Trigger Warning - Financial Problems & Mentions of Murder + Puke***

Saturday

Peter's POV

"What do you mean she hasn't shown up for work? I know she has. Steven drove her every day-" I stopped and realized what this could mean. The possibilities were endless, now knowing Steven's agenda. I shuddered at the thought.

"Hon, I'm here at the front desk almost every day. I have not seen her in over a month, maybe even two. In fact, I heard that she quit." This makes no sense.

"Hold on, how long has she been gone?" I panicked, not wanting her to call the police just for them to send me to some sketchy foster home. There is no way that I'm ever going there.

"Uhh not long," I set the phone down and I opened and closed my apartment door. I tried making my best impression of May, but it was really just me speaking in a high-pitched voice. "Hey, Peter, I'm ho-ome!" I said in a nasally, sing-song tone.

I ran back to the phone that was across the room, "Oh!-" I was still speaking in a high-pitched voice, so I cleared my throat, "Oh, she's home now. Thanks for all your help, bye!" I babbled, hurriedly.

"Wait-" I quickly ended the call before she could say anything else. I let out a sigh of relief.

***T/W***

I looked around and noticed some mail on the kitchen counter.

One said eviction notice.

Oh no

Time Skip

Friday

It's been a few weeks since May had gone missing, and I now have two jobs. One working as a science tutor every day before school starts, and the other is a server at this fancy restaurant near Stark Towers, so I can go there straight from my internship. They pay well, and since my apartment is cheaper, it's almost enough to get by. However, I found some money that May had stashed away in her room, probably for alcohol and other things, and May would kill me if she knew I was using it to pay bills, but I didn't think there was any hope of her return at this point.

I've been having to leave my internship earlier than usual, so I can get to my job in time. I work late nights and early mornings, so I barely have time to do homework, let alone sleep. My grades aren't dropping too low, but they're definitely not all high As anymore. Mr. Watson even asked to see me after class.

"Hey, Peter, I've noticed your sleepless appearance and your dropping grades. You haven't been turning things in, you don't do well on the material that I know you understand better than any other student in this class, so please tell me what's going on. What can I do to help you?" He expressed his concern.

Honestly, I was stunned. I didn't think my teachers cared that much. I expected a lecture on how disappointed he was in me for doing so poorly compared to my grades before. I expected him to yell at me for being lazy in my work, but he's actually genuinely concerned about me.

"Uh well, I had to get two jobs in order to help me and my aunt, as we have been struggling financially, and it's taking up my time, so I can't exactly focus on my studies," I truthfully explained for the most part.

"Oh, Peter I had no idea. A kid your age shouldn't have to worry about problems like that. I'm sorry. Here, if you ever need anything at all, let me know, alright?" He smiled a sad, sympathetic smile.

"Thanks, Mr. Watson. I really appreciate it, but I'll be okay. I'll see if I can take some time from my breaks to study more."

"Don't worry about that, I'll give you grace. You push yourself so much, allow me to be lenient here for you. You deserve it. Now that doesn't mean erasing every assignment, but maybe this will ease the stress a little." I smiled gratefully at him. "I'll write you a pass to your next class now." I packed my things up, and he handed me the pass.

"Thank you, Mr. Watson," I said before I left his classroom.

"Don't mention it, kid."

***END T/W***

>_<

I walked back to the apartment in the harsh rain at almost midnight. I take the subway from work to my apartment because I can't ask Happy to drive me that much, especially at such a late hour. This area of Queens is pretty creepy at night. I'm usually not scared, but I didn't have my suit on at the time, and I was too tired to fight anyone.

I came across an alleyway where I heard a faint meow. It almost sounded like the cat it came from was crying. I peeked under a little tarp and found an orange cat seemingly scared of the storm.

"Hey, little one. Awwh are you scared of the rain?" I motioned for the small kitty to come over to me and she did. I took a look at her collar tag and noted her name.

"Hi there, Goose. Aren't you a pretty girl? Awwhhh" I gushed at the cuteness of the kitty in my arms. "You're pretty wet, huh? You know, I think I can make room for one more back at my place. That sound good?" I covered her with my coat and I got up to take her back to the apartment with me.

As soon as I stood up to leave the alley, I felt my spidey sense go off and I heard a slight rustle coming from the roof of the building beside us. I looked up to see the same crazily armored figure from that big explosion a few months ago. They disappeared into thin air again, and I tightly held onto Goose and cautiously left the alleyway.

>_<

Goose and I arrived at the apartment and I immediately went to look for a few blankets. I put them in the dryer for a bit, so they would be warm for us to cuddle in. In the meantime, I got a towel to dry Goose off, and I changed clothes.

The blankets were ready to be taken out of the dryer, so I grabbed them and made my way to the living room where Goose was laying, still wrapped up in a towel. I removed the towel and covered him in the warm blanket, and I wrapped myself in one too. I called the number on her tag, but it was the daughter of the unfortunately dead owner, and she told me to keep Goose because her kids were allergic. I thanked her and I ended the call.

"I'm sorry about your owner, Goose. I know how hard it is to lose someone you were close to, but don't worry. We have each other now, and I promise to take good care of you from now on. I don't have any cat food right now, but I can go get some in the morning. For now, you can have some canned tuna." I found two little containers that were perfect pet dishes. I filled one with water and I put the tuna in the other, and she ate really well! She couldn't be older than a year or two, so I'm glad she's healthy. She has a few minor injuries from being outside, but they'll heal fast with the proper treatment. I can't afford to take her to the vet, but I can do my best to take care of her. Since she's not still a newborn, her previous owner should've taken care of the necessary vaccines, so I shouldn't have to worry too much about that.

***T/W***

I turned on the TV to help us take our minds off of the latest events. Of course, I couldn't be relieved from my stress, so it automatically switched onto the news.

"Wanted criminal by the name of Steven "Skip" Westcott has escaped prison for the second time and police are searching for him as we speak. He is responsible for the murder of six young boys from across the state of New York-" I couldn't bear to hear any more. I put my head in my hands and tried to focus on my breathing like Mr. Stark taught me, but my head was spinning like a top, which made it really difficult.

"Meow?"

"Goose, what am I going to do? I don't want to trouble anyone. My problems are my problems, but I don't know what to do. I miss Ben. I miss my family that once loved me... I- I just can't help but think about what his 'unfinished business' with me was. The ropes- I could've been one of those kids- Is he looking for me? Oh gosh, I think I'm gonna be sick-"

***END T/W***








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