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"Harry, catch!"

Peter threw a package of laser webbing through the air, Harry evidently catching them. The eighteen year old grinned and nodded in his friend's direction.

"Thanks, Petey. How'd you know I was almost out?" he asked as he opened a compartment in his webshooters.

Peter grinned cheekily and looked up at the ceiling. He pointed towards his ear, where a small black device sat snugly inside.

"KAREN let me know, and you aren't the most subtle person when it comes to being low on supplies. All of last night I could hear you complaining as you punched burglars left and right," he explained. A blush crept its way onto Harry's face, making him stutter.

"I-I, uh—shit," he mumbled out, rubbing the back of his neck.

Peter grinned and turned back to his laptop. He clicked a few buttons and pulled up a coding program before turning back to his friend.

"It's not a big deal, dude. However, it's your turn to make dinner tonight and you know how Harley gets when he's hungry," he said.

"Jesus, don't remind me," Harry groaned, rubbing a hand across his face.

"Already did," Peter teased. "But seriously Harry, go make dinner. He gets back from afternoon patrol in an hour."

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"Thanks for this food, blah blah, amen," MJ said, making everyone gathered around the dinner table laugh.

"That was the best dinner prayer I've ever heard," Peter shrugged and picked a piece of lettuce up with his fork, shoveling it into his mouth. "Props to you, MJ."

"Why thank you; I put a lot of thought into it," she joked.

"When's the next mission?" Harley asked a couple of minutes later. Peter bit his bottom lip, letting out a sigh.

"The next average mission is tomorrow. Harley, you and I are going undercover at Oscorp to get more information on their radioactive spiders and Curt Conners. MJ and Harry, you two will be waiting outside while you hack into their security cameras," he explained, trying to simplify the mission.

"You sure you want to go back there?" Harry questioned, giving the leader a timid look.

"Yeah I'm sure. Who knows, maybe I'll be attacked by a nuclear squid and be able to control sea life," Peter joked.

MJ snorted, causing everyone to laugh. She clasped a hand over his mouth, red flooding her cheeks as she restricted her breathing.

"P-Please get bit by a nuclear squid," she choked out through laughs. "I will give you a hundred bucks."

"No way," Peter protested, putting a hand up. "I'd do it for free! Do you know how cool that would be?"

"I swear to Thor, Peter," Harry warned his leader. "If you come out of that building with new powers, I am going to push you off of a cliff."

"You'd miss me too much," Peter snickered teasingly. "And we all know that you would jump right after me."

"You know it."

For the rest of dinner, the group of four ate in a comfortable silence, apart from a couple of small side conversations. The sun was setting over the horizon as they rinsed their dishes, soaking them in soap and drying them with a towel. Peter stretched lazily as he walked into the living room of the small apartment, a tiny yawn escaping between his lips.

"You sure you're down for patrol tonight?" MJ asked quietly as she and Peter walked towards the lab.

"Yeah, I'm just a bit tired s'all," the younger of the two mumbled, his words slighting slurring. "Spider-Man doesn't get to take days off. I got lots'a things to do. People to save."

"If you say so, Petey," MJ said. Peter gave her an exhausted grin.

"Do you have a plan set yet?" he asked her.

MJ was the team member that planned out patrols, giving the boys and herself certain sections of the city to watch after. Of course that doesn't mean they're restricted to only that area, it just helps them work faster and save more civilians.

"Yep," MJ answered, popping the 'p.' "I'm heading to the northern side of Queens, Harley's got the eastern side, Harry's got west and southwest, and you're going downtown."

Peter nodded his head before they entered his lab, gleaming medal and silky spandex suits towering over them as they rested in their designated cases. Peter walked over and opened the glass doors with the push of a button, smiling to himself as he grabbed the familiar red and blue spandex suit.

"Another day, another robbery," MJ sighed as she grabbed her own suit; the top half was white and the bottom was black, with reddish-pink on the underarms. It used to be Gwen Stacy's suit, and now MJ wears it as a memorial for all the good she's done. She had passed away after an intense battle with the Lizard and Rhino.

"It's worth the sleepless nights, though. Being out there and making a difference when we were given the opportunity to? It'll always be worth it," Peter said softly as he stepped into his suit.

"I don't know how you do it, Pete," MJ sighed.

"Do what?"

"Just be so humble and kind. You've been doing this way longer than we have, you've lost so many people close to you, and yet you never seem to want to quit," she explained. Peter bit his lip.

"Trust me, MJ. I've wanted to quit since Uncle Ben died, because I could've done something, but I didn't. The nightmares are awful," he said. "But I've been given the ability to help people, and I'm not going to fuck it up again."

It was silent as the duo finished pulling their suits on, adjusting their web shooters to their preferred settings. Their coms were activated, allowing them to call for backup if needed.

Just as MJ was walking out of the lab, she turned to see Peter blankly staring at a picture frame gripped in his fingers. She slowly walked over, glancing at the developed photo that sat behind the glass frame. It was a picture of Peter and his old team members: Gwen, Miles, and Noir. It was from a year and a half ago, around mid-September when it was taken.

The three of them died before the end of the year.

"Peter..." she whispered, wrapping a supportive arm around his waist. She stared down at the picture, eyes full of understanding.

"I just... I miss 'em, you know? I could've saved them but I-I was too late," he whimpered.

"Peter, there was nothing more you could've done. They don't blame you for their deaths, you know that," MJ replied. Peter sniffled.

"I know, I know," he spoke. He gently placed the picture frame back on the shelf before brushing away the tears from his eyes.

"You guys ready to head out?"

Peter and MJ turned towards the door to see Harley standing there, leaning against the wall. He was all suited up in the Diamond-Spider suit, the blueish-white metal gleaming in the artificial light. Peter had made the suit specifically for his teammate, having made multiple prototypes and test suits before finalizing the project.

"Yeah, is Harry done?" MJ replied as she and Peter exited the lab.

"Almost, you know how it takes literal hours for him to, "look presentable," even though he has a mask," the older of the three remarked sassily, rolling his eyes.

"That's Harry for you," Peter laughed.

The trio walked down the hall and entered the living room just in time to see Harry stumbling in, his nano-tech suit morphing around his body.

"God, this thing gets so hot," he complained childishly. He was correct though, as the Iron-Spider suit was one of Peter's first fully technology based suits, and it sometimes overheated.

"For the last time, Harry. I'm in the process of making you a new one." Peter scoffed playfully before smacking Harry on the shoulder.

"Whatever man," the older of the two whined. "Let's head out, shall we?"

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i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!

remember: drink some water, have a snack, get some sleep and study for your tests. take care of yourselves <3

-tyler