Being good friends with Ace was tolerating the constant flaking. Sure, it got annoying after a while, but you knew he really couldn’t cancel on you if he didn’t have to- and the apology texts helped.

So the one time he actually reached out to see a movie with you, you calculated it well. All he left you with was a call saying:

“Hey! Movie tonight, be at my house at six tonight, yeah? sound good? goodokaybye—“ It sounded like he was calling you from a wind tunnel, but you didn’t get the chance to get a word out before he hung up.

Nonetheless, you were quick to get ready and be at his house ten minutes early. He wasn’t home yet, but one of his brothers let you in and told you to just wait in his room in the mean time.

Scrolling through your phone and sitting on the edge of his bed, you were startled when the window to his room abruptly opened wide, staring at the brown eyes and freckles that looked back at you.

Ace was crouched at the window sill, dressed in a very infamous Spider-Man suit and the mask lifted over his face with his hair peeking out beneath. There was a few slices in his suit that revealed small scrapes on his arms and torso, and he was panting quietly like he had just ran ten miles and hurried over. He stared at you with a pale face like he had just seen a ghost, nearly falling backwards in surprise from your presence.

“…Heyyy.” He said stiffly, unsure how to play this off properly.