MHA : Rabbit & Spider

"I can't lose you, too! Cause if you die out there, I don't know what I'll do! You're all I have left, Peter. I just can't lose you like I lost him." She hugged him tightly, her hand on the back of his head as he stood there looking at the wall with misty eyes.

Those words hit Peter like a truck, his cheeks felt wet and his throat felt like it was closing up. He could only hug the woman back as he cried into her shoulder.

...

"I miss him, May…" He whispered into her shoulder between sobs, he could feel her nodding.

"I do too, Peter… I do too…" She whispered back.

He couldn't believe himself. He went out there into life or death situations he hadn't trained for without thinking what would happen if he did die.

The woman gave a humorless laugh, it sounded tired. "You're just like him, you know?"

He was all May had left and vice-versa. How could he forget that?

"I'm sorry, May… I am so damn sorry…" His sobs were getting quieter, his downpour of pure emotions finally slowing down.

"I know honey… I know…" The woman rubbed gentle circles on his back, telling him comforting words as he cried. His choking sobs being the only noise filling the room

"He'd still be here if… " May shushed him and hugged him tighter. He could hear her quiet sniffling, he hugged her as tightly as he could as well.

The aunt and nephew stayed on the hard wooden floor wrapped up in each other's arms, crying into each other and letting all their emotions out.

Peter's tears soon came to a stop, yet he stayed in his aunt's embrace. It was an embrace he desperately needed.

He was so tired .

He wanted a break.

He wanted to sleep.

He wanted to make his aunt stop worrying about him.

He wanted Ben to hug him along with May.

He wanted to tell him he was sorry.

The boy's eyes began to close, either out of emotional or physical exhaustion, he didn't care either way.

He just wanted to go to bed.

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*VRRR!!! VRR-*

Peter awoke to the sound of his phone vibrating, he checked the date and saw that it was now May, well past one month since he was put on probation and 9 months until the UA entrance exam. May had already left for work so he got to sleep in.

Who was calling him? It wasn't May cause he had a special ringtone for her, who else did he give his number to? The boy reached his tired arm over to the vibrating phone at the other end of his bed and tapped the green button on the screen.

"Hello?" He said, doing his best to not sound like he had just woken up.

"Peter!" A confident voice came from the other end of the call, Peter's eyes shot open in surprise.

"Rumi?"

"The one and only! Dude, we haven't talked in weeks! What's up, man?" She laughed, Peter could hear the grin she was wearing.

"What? How'd you get my number?" The last thing they'd say to each other was a quick goodbye when they got taken home from the station after talking to scarf man.

And no, Peter would not call him Aizawa.

"The file about you that scarf man was reading had your number! I'm bored and you're cool, so let's talk!" She told him proudly. Should he be flattered or scared that she went such a long way to get his number, she could've just asked.

"Alright? What do you wanna talk about, then?"

"Oh, man! I hope you aren't busy but I haven't had anyone to talk to outside of my dad for a month! I ain't letting you off this call easily, Pete! " That proud voice of hers spoke, Peter knew he might as well get comfortable.

It was 11 AM when Rumi called him.

It was 3 AM the following day when she decided to hang up.

Suffice to say, he went to sleep the second the call disconnected.

"You got arrested?!" The freckled boy who sat beside Peter on the couch yelled, Peter could only wince.

It was now August, summer was well underway, 6 months until the entrance exam and Peter has been under house arrest for a whopping 4 months. He was sitting at home along with no one else than Izuku Midoriya.

Thing is, Peter being gone from school for such a long time with the only explanation from their teacher being 'Parker will continue his studies online due to personal reasons' did seem a bit sketchy. So Midoriya, being one of the only people Peter liked enough to give his number to, decided to give him a call after a while.

A call which consisted of Peter having to get the idea that he wasn't kidnapped or in a life-threatening situation through Midoriya's skull. He figured just having the green-haired boy over as proof he was alright was good enough.

Of course, he got a bit curious about the whole thing so Peter decided to give him the basics of what was going on with him. Spider powers, vigilantism, arrested, probation, yadda yadda, all that stuff. He decided to leave the sadder parts of his whole origin story out, Midoriya was emotional as it were.

"Yeah, back when that sludge guy attacked Bakugou. Funny how I got caught helping him, huh?" He gave a chuckle, but that was when noticed Midoriya's expression had darkened at the mention of the event.

"I-I was in the crowd, y-you know?" The boy said quietly, he was looking down. Peter had already sat up and placed a hand on his shoulder as some sort of comfort.

"It must've been a pretty traumatic experience just to be that close, hu-"

"I w-wanted to help him, k-kacchan that is." He sighed continuing. "M-My body almost ran in there on i-its own, but I stopped it. A person I really l-looked up to told me I co-couldn't be a pro h-hero, those words stopped me from helping him."

Peter saw how he gripped the fabric of his pants tightly, a look of regret on his face. He needed to find a way to help out Midoriya, so he'd do a quick recap about him.

Alright, Izuku Midoriya. He was obviously bullied for most of his life due to being quirkless, the fact he wanted to be a hero made the bullying get worse. Peter was probably his closest and only friend so he had to say both what he needed to hear and what would help him out.

But what though? If he told him he couldn't be a hero, it might break him. And he couldn't tell him he could be a pro hero cause it'd be too dangerous. C'mon, Parker! Think!

His gaze fell and landed on his newly made MK.2 web-shooters, and a lightbulb went off in his head. He'd just have to pitch it to him very carefully.

"You know, whoever told you that you couldn't be a pro hero was right." Peter started. Midoriya adopted a look of absolute hurt at those words, the brunette wouldn't blame him if he started to cry right there and then.

"W-Wh-"

"Dude, wait! Let me finish, man!" The American stopped the freckled boy from speaking by waving his hands. Midoriya's expression went from hurt to hurt and confused.

"That doesn't mean you can't help pro heroes help people." The boy in front of him was about to speak again but was cut off one more time. "And I'm not gonna tell you to become a cop or something, alright?"

Peter sighed in relief when the boy next to him relaxed a bit more, he guessed if a hero told him that he couldn't be a pro, then he just said to become a cop or firefighter.

Good thing Peter had an even better idea.

Spectacular, even.

"Hey, you brought one of those notebooks about quirks over? It's gonna help with what I'm trying to say."

"Y-Y-Yeah…" He reached into his bright yellow backpack and pulled out a burnt notebook, the words 'Hero Analysis For The Future No.13', and handed it to the American. Peter had to resist the urge to scoff when the realization of Bakugo being responsible for the burns came to him.

But that had to wait, he had a friend to help out.

He flipped through the notebook until coming across about a page himself. It stated his quirk, fighting styler, and even ideas for a costume. But wanna know what part of those notes stuck out to him?

The support gear ideas, the types of materials and utilities Peter could use in a suit. Not a single part of the costume Midoriya had designed lacked functionality and utility.

"You see this? These notes? Your ability to analyze people's quirks and come up with ways to help them improve?" A smile was starting to spread across Peter's face. The sight of Midoriya's eyes widening in realization brought joy to his heart.

"I-I-" He stuttered, too dumbfounded to form a coherent sentence yet. That was fine, Peter hadn't finished talking.

He closed the notebook and placed it down on the couch cushion, a hand reached and firmly placed itself on his friend's shoulder. "You see that, Midoriya? Just because you can't be the type of hero who goes out there and makes things explode or punch through mountains doesn't mean you can't help those people in the front lines."

The boy's eyes seem to moisten slightly, why had he not thought of this before.

"Midoriya." Peter started, giving a reassuring squeeze to his friend's shoulder.

Not too hard, though. That kid was incredibly scrawny.

"How would you feel about being a support hero? Make the gear to push heroes on the field further than they could go by themselves? To help them help people?"

"I-I-I never th-thought about t-that!" The boy laughed, a few stray tears falling from his eyes. A look of pure and utter happiness on his face, a complete contrast to the expression he'd worn for the past couple of years trying to be a hero.

"Let me tell you something, Midoriya. You can be a hero, just not in the way you were thinking ab-"

Without any warning, the green-haired boy wrapped his friend in a grateful embrace, Peter couldn't help but grin and hug him back. Soon, he let go and wiped his tears away, a shining smile on his face.

"T-Thank you, Peter." He said quietly.

"Alright, Midoriya!" The American stood up and pulled the shorter boy to his feet. He placed both hands on his shoulders and looking him straight in his emerald eyes. "Grab your notebook and a pencil, I got some scraps and knowledge about support gear, so I'll help you become the best support hero the world has ever seen!"

His friend sniffled and rubbed his eyes once more, a giant grin still on his face.

"Y-Yeah!"

Midoriya: Helped!

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