( one of the drawbacks of living in a cramped city apartment is the noise. it's nothing like where steve grew up, where the wide property lines kept the neighbors at a comfortable distance, and the big house kept even the occupants of the harrington household apart most of the time. but the big house got lonely. so, sometimes steve likes having his neighbors so close, with the bustling city right outside his window.
and sometimes, like when he's been out until the early hours of the morning doing vigilante shit and wants to sleep in on a saturday, and one of his neighbors is apparently throwing boxes down the hallway (at least that's what it sounds like), it really fucking sucks.
at some point between sleeping and waking for what feels like the twentieth time, steve realizes the sounds are coming from across the hall, where the apartment has sat vacant for the past few months. and if the sounds are boxes, he further realizes it could mean someone's finally moving in.
since sleep seems out of the question, steve's curiosity gets the better of him. he pulls on a pair of sweats to accompany his hawkins high basketball t-shirt, steps into his sneakers, and slips out the door. after crossing the hall, he stands in front of the neighbor's door and knocks.
and he is completely unprepared for the familiar face that greets him.
a flicker of recognition passes through his eyes, hopefully too quickly for eddie to notice. steve schools his expression into something more neutral, even as his heart kicks against his chest. it's not so much that eddie makes him nervous (because why would eddie make him nervous? steve may have, weirdly, been thinking about eddie a lot since the night spider-man saved him from that mugger, but he barely knows the guy); it's just that fear of being recognized out of the suit that steve can never quite shake. )
Hey, uh... ( don't say eddie. don't say eddie. you don't know his name yet. ) Hi. I live across the hall and...just wanted to see what all the commotion was. Everything cool? ( he tilts his head slightly, peering a little past eddie into the apartment, and then looks back to eddie. ) You need a hand?
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and sometimes, like when he's been out until the early hours of the morning doing vigilante shit and wants to sleep in on a saturday, and one of his neighbors is apparently throwing boxes down the hallway (at least that's what it sounds like), it really fucking sucks.
at some point between sleeping and waking for what feels like the twentieth time, steve realizes the sounds are coming from across the hall, where the apartment has sat vacant for the past few months. and if the sounds are boxes, he further realizes it could mean someone's finally moving in.
since sleep seems out of the question, steve's curiosity gets the better of him. he pulls on a pair of sweats to accompany his hawkins high basketball t-shirt, steps into his sneakers, and slips out the door. after crossing the hall, he stands in front of the neighbor's door and knocks.
and he is completely unprepared for the familiar face that greets him.
a flicker of recognition passes through his eyes, hopefully too quickly for eddie to notice. steve schools his expression into something more neutral, even as his heart kicks against his chest. it's not so much that eddie makes him nervous (because why would eddie make him nervous? steve may have, weirdly, been thinking about eddie a lot since the night spider-man saved him from that mugger, but he barely knows the guy); it's just that fear of being recognized out of the suit that steve can never quite shake. )
Hey, uh... ( don't say eddie. don't say eddie. you don't know his name yet. ) Hi. I live across the hall and...just wanted to see what all the commotion was. Everything cool? ( he tilts his head slightly, peering a little past eddie into the apartment, and then looks back to eddie. ) You need a hand?