Warning: I didn't want to make this sappy, so... Humour, everyone, humour.

Lmao that warning wasn't even needed. Oh well.

(Also... thank Avni, otherwise BookDwerb for this actually being done, because I forgot about this challenge.)

Universe: idk

I'm actually gonna put Peter's age in this - 19. Because.... reasons. Plus I've never written him this old.

Also he has CONFIDENCE. Unheard of, I know.

Okay, brb, I've got to do life stuff -

- my life stuff took fifteen minutes. Basically, I have no life. :)

I forgot what I was going to make this. Whoops. Oh well!

~~~

"Hey, Tony!" Peter yelled as he saw Tony in his lab. "Hi! So, Aunt May thought that I should move out, so... We're roomies!"

"No offence, kid," Tony started awkwardly, before he looked away from his inventions and looked Peter in the eye, "but I'd rather share a room with DUM-E than you."

Peter gave a mock sniffle.

"Just because you say no offence doesn't make it offensive!" he called out as he left.

~~~

"- And then he said he'd rather be roomies with his robot that's clumsier than I am - almost - than me! Can you believe it?" Spider-Man exclaimed, rolling his eyes under his mask. "And with everything that I do for him..."

The guy next to him nodded sympathetically, patting his back.

"If you don't mind," the man started, "but this is kind of my bed for the night. So..."

"Oh, sorry!" Spidey said, quickly moving off the bench. "And hey, maybe try get a job or something, then we can be roomies and I can show Tony Stark that I found someone better."

"Sure thing, Spidey," the man chuckled.

"By the way, what's your name?"

"Dylan."

"Dude, if I ever make a coffee machine that can talk, I'll name him Dylan for you."

"I can deal with that."

~~~

The next day, when Dylan woke up, he found twenty dollars tucked into his pocket, along with a small advertisement for a job and a note.

Hey, this is Spidey :) I was totally being serious about moving in with you. Now, I'm broke, but I thought I'd give you that to get started, okay? Work that job and I'm sure you'll get way more and we can move in together soon.

And underneath that note was a badly drawn spider.

And another note under that.

Sorry, I may or may not have been drunk during that encounter. On chocolate. Because that can happen. Um... you don't have to move in with me. I was just being a sad boi

Dylan gave a small chuckle.

~~~

It's all cool, dude. Say, how old are you? I may or may not be nineteen years old... I look old for my age. We can move in together if we get to know each other?

And that was the note Peter found on the bench the next day.

~~~

The only thing I could possibly be drunk on is water, so that's happened

Hey, BookDwerb, I fully blame you for this weirdness. I felt bad I didn't hold up my end of the deal, though.

And, if this was Hunted canon, or whenever I introduced Dylan, then this is totally how Peter thought up the name

(I dont know anymore. It's not even late?)

(Its eleven PM that's not late)

(Oh wait I've been staying up until 2 for the past week or so maybe that's it)

(Mkay bye)

- WriteCrazyForLife