AU: "Superhelden" (fürs Team)

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Team: Novalis
Challenge: AU: "Superhelden" (fürs Team)
Fandom: The social Network
Pairing: Mark/Eduardo
Vorwort: Die AU, wo Eduardo Spiderman ist, einfach weil ... Andrew Garfield! <3
Warnungen: Angst und Kitsch - das übliche also. Und in englisch und NICHT gebetat. (Und im Halbschlaf geschrieben.)
Inhalt: "Saving lives?“ Mark echoes. „Seriously? That’s it? That’s your excuse? Is that…is that how it’s going to be now?“ Or the fic where being a superhero doesn't make being in a relationship with Mark any easier. Like, at all.



I'm picking up vibrations
I can feel it in my blood
I think I died of dehydration
when I was waiting on the flood
Mark Mallman: "True Love"

"So you won't come," Mark says. His voice is carefully devoid of emotion, but somehow he still manages to sound betrayed.

"Mark. I can't! We've talked about this." Eduardo is pretty sure they did talk about it. "It's a whole week! I can't be gone for a whole week!"
He doesn't even get why Mark is so keen to go back to Palo Alto all of a sudden. And why he insists Eduardo has to come along. Palo Alto was never a very good place for them; it was the worst place for them! Eduardo wonders if Mark even remembers how it ended the last time.

"I find it hard to believe that New York is going to vanish or implode as soon as you have your back turned."

Exasperated Eduardo raises his arms. "Oh! Sarcasm. Lovely. You know, I really don't have time for this."
He's already in his suit, because it's past midnight already and he needs to be out there. He can almost feel it. That constantly ticking clock that's making his skin itch and reminds him that he's always going to be late. He's always going to be that one second too late.

He's unable to stand still and the itchy feeling beneath his skin makes him snappish and short-tempered. "I have to go now and do my fucking job. You remember? The kind of important thing I do sometimes where I’m busy saving people‘s life?“

"Saving lives?“ Mark echoes. „Seriously? That’s it? That’s your excuse? Is that…is that how it’s going to be now?“

"Damn straight it is!“ Eduardo hisses.

"Because wow, I mean, wow!“ Mark does that thing where he buries his hands into his pockets, raises his shoulders defensively and slouches in a way that is nothing but passive-aggressive. Mark can slouch passive-aggressively with the best of them. "Why do we even bother arguing anymore? You’ve got the perfect excuse for everything! ‚Sorry, gotta go – must save lives!‘“

"Not all of us spend their time making a few billions every day!“

"I don’t… Fuck you! You know, it’s not about the money!“

"Yeah, you’re a regular philanthropist.“

"Great," Mark says. "That’s great. Why do you even bother with me when I’m obviously not up to your humanitarian standards?“

"Sometimes I wonder!“

Mark stares back at him, his eyes dark and his lips tightly pressed together.

Eduardo runs a hand trough his hair and exhales.

It wasn’t mean to be like this. Not this time. Not again.
It was supposed to be different.
But whom was he fooling? Maybe it was exactly as it was supposed to be between him and Mark.

When they argue they don't take prisoners. They always go directly for the throat.
It's so terrifyingly easy to hurt someone when you know him so well.

It's so stupid to argue about something like that. It's something so small, something totally and utterly ridiculous and insignificant. But then again…it's always the small things when it comes to Mark.
And being Spiderman obviously hasn't changed any of that.

"Look, I really need to go,“he says. Almost unconsciously he starts retreating toward the window. „We…we'll talk later.“

Mark shrugs indifferently as if he doesn’t care either way. „Whatever. I’ll be busy cutting throats and stealing money from kids and old ladies. You know, a regular day for someone like me.“

Eduardo closes his eyes and tells himself he's not really running away when he grabs his mask and reaches for the windowsill. Except it totally is.

Tbc


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