Peter Parker and The Avengers

Not Good Enough (Part 2)

Peter's POV

That night, I had fallen asleep crying. The rest of dinner was terrible, well, it was more of a lecture than dinner after they found out.

They also found out just how behind I was. There was one thing I did understand, all of this was my fault. I shouldn't have gone out as Spiderman. I shouldn't have missed my maths test. I should have focused.

I wasn't good enough.

I cried until my head banged and my throat felt too tight. I took deep breaths, brushing the tears of my cheeks. I turned over in bed, focusing on the pain in my head. The dull throb, and lulled myself to sleep.

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"Peter!" It was a scream from across the corridor. "Help me!" I turned to be faced with... May? May! I surged forward, trying to grab onto her hand, but before I could, the roof collapsed, blocking me from her.

More screams.

Each one sent my heart into an ache, throbbing and pounding furiously. "May!" I yelled. "I'm here. I'm over here!"

My throat feels like acid had been poured down it. Every sound I made resulted in it stinging. It hurt. It hurt so much.

The screams stop, and suddenly, I'm in a dark room. It's so black it's like a void of darkness has swallowed me whole. "May?" I ask.

Instead, before me, stand three people. They have pained expressions on their faces, looking at me desperately.

My parents.

"Mom? Dad?" My heart is in my throat and my ears are burning with heat from a source I couldn't identify.

"Hey Peter." The man- my father- says.

"D- dad." I choke out, my voice thickening with emotion. My mom leaned forward and brushed her hand against my cheek. Next to her materialized May and Ben. They both scowled at me, there eyes filled with distaste and hate.

"You didn't save us. Pathetic Parker, even with superpowers." Ben told me.

"Wait till the Avengers realize how truly worthless you are." My mother draws on. She steps closer to me, her eyes glistening with anger. "Wait till you end up hurting them like you did to us."

No, no, no. Please. I'm sobbing again, shaking my head, begging them to... Honestly, I don't even know what.

Then I wake up.

The room is cold, contrasting with my body temperature, which is dangerously warm. Sweat and tears mix on my face, and my breathing comes out heavy. For a moment, the only thing I can register is the pounding in my ears, but slowly, things start to come into focus.

The first thing I notice is the dryness on my tongue, begging to be quenched. My heartbeat slows, and I practice my breathing.

In and out.

I'm not worth it.

In and out.

How long till the others realize that?

In and out.

Have they already realized?

In and out.

I'm a burden. What if they end up like Ben or May or my parents?

In and out.