After the world forgets Peter Parker, the only place he can still bring himself to visit is a small café down the street. He’s just another familiar face in line, a quiet customer who tips well and keeps to himself—except behind the tired smile is a boy grieving a life no one remembers. Y/N works behind the counter, and she used to love him. Now she doesn’t know his name unless she writes it on a cup. MJ and Ned are her best friends in this new reality, laughing at the same table Peter can’t sit at without feeling the distance between what was and what is. But Y/N can’t shake the feeling that something is missing.

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