Marvel One-Shots [NO REQUESTS]

DONUTS, GHOSTS AND DEATH

Most children have imaginary friends growing up, Peter was no exception. Although, those friends weren't exactly imaginary, the word to best describe them would have to be ghosts.

How did he know this for certain? Because one of them was his sister, who had died in a car accident before he was born, describing her perfectly to his parents without ever of knowing she had existed. She would drop back into his life every so often, but spent most of her limited time as a spirit off traveling.

Throughout his entire life, he could see the spirits and communicate with them. He never became popular at school,labelled the odd quiet kid from day one, and instead focussed on his hobby. Solving the murders of the ghosts who came to him.

He had become on first name basis with all of the police officers in his area, a few trusted with the secret of his strange ability, from the many times he approached them. They never turned him away, not after he solved his first murder on his own, and it wasn't everyday they had the chance to talk to the victim of a homicide.

Aunt May had known about it, so had Ben, and the moment they both died they found their nephew to help him grieve. They were there for him when he was moved to a care home, when the funerals took place, standing with him in front of their graves, and gave him advice years after they died. In a way, they were his voice of reason when he was about to do something stupid.

And, when they faded, two different people took their place to keep him in line.

There were two students who had died before the school year officially started that had been his age, their spirits turning up for them on initiation day. Peter had smiled at them when he spotted them discreetly gesturing for them to follow and writing a note that he could see the dead. It was safe to say, Ned, Michelle and Peter became fast friends.

The only living friend Peter had really made was Flash. The teenager had teased him on the first day but stopped when Peter confronted him, giving him a message from his passed grandfather, the only member of the Thompson family the boy had been close with. Peter wouldn't normally do that, but the more he had talked to the man and learned about Flash's life, the more he became persuaded to break one of his personal rules.

In his spare time, Peter worked on a device that would allow him to channel the spirits energy and let them talk to the rest of the living. So far, he had managed a few seconds of crackly voices (according to Flash at least, Peter couldn't hear the noise itself over Michelle talking)and was working non-stop to improve it.

On an ordinary seeming weekend, Peter was working on the hand sized machine while Flash finished off the homework he had forgotten to hand in the day before. Michelle was sat cross-legged on the desk, watching Peter work, and Ned was watching over Flash's shoulder, occasionally pointing out errors that Peter voiced for him.

The air was filled with static noise, but then it stopped. Michelle, wondering if Peter had broken it, asked "Did you do it Pete?"

Flash's head bolted up at the female voice "What? Who said that?"

Peter turned in his office chair slowly to face his mortal friend "Please tell me you're not joking or I'll throw you out of the window."

"The girl said 'did you do it Pete', I'm not lying," Flash grinned, beginning to get very excited "Holy shit, you've actually done it!"

Peter fist pumped the air, quickly adjusting the machine to have a wider spectral translator, meaning Ned could also pipe up "I've fucking done it!" He whisper-shouted, not wanting to annoy the girls in the room next door.