Marvel and Spider-man Oneshots

"Sorry isn't enough"

I have no motivation :D

Villain!Reader/Peter Parker ):
Very Vague ab pronouns, so works for everyone <3

*disclaimer: this isnt an x reader, more of a POV, uh also this isnt a 'happy' ending </3*

*also, extremely short*

Laughter echoed through the forest as you chased your prey blindly, you weren't just chasing him, no no no, you were chasing your hopes and dreams. Images of your beloved youth seemed to flash before your eyes, the images once pure and wholesome now held a deeper meaning, something like a reminder

Pain rippled through your chest at the thought, the pain quickly morphing into rage as you locked onto your target, enough of these games. 

You propelled yourself forward, years of torment and abuse forcing you to continue in long strides. Gaining on them you threw your body into theirs, not caring about your own health. This vessel was only the beginning. 

A cloud of snow erupted, as your bodies collided with the ground, a pained cry coming from the boy below you. The cry sent shivers down your spine, and a smile grew on your lips as you pushed yourself into a standing position. 

You loomed over the other, casting a long dark shadow across the sparkling white ground. Peter looked you in the eyes, searching for anything he could latch onto, anything to save him. To his surprise, he couldn't find anything. Almost as if you didn't feel emotion anymore. Fearful, "Y-Y/N.." His voice broke as he began, but you cut them off angrily. 

"Dont even try.. you brought this on yourself." You spoke, your smile still bright as you crouched down, looking him in the eyes. Slowly you pulled out your pocket knife and pouted childishly. "I wish i had something bigger," pausing for a moment you laughed out, "that's what she said!" 

His eyes locked on the small blade, and you watched as the fear surfaced and began to drown out all other emotions. That fear is what you thrived off of. It released serotonin, it was addicting. Knocking you out of your fantasy, Peter spoke up.

"Wh-why are you doing this?" he looked up at me, then back at the knife nervously. His body beginning to freeze, and shut down. He could do nothing but watch and speak to you, but his speech seemed to be getting worse every minute.

You thought a moment, thinking about the pros and cons. You stared into his eyes another moment before you started explaining, slowly to him. Several emotions popped up as he sat there and listened. Pain, Regret and Pity playing the leading roles in his emotions.

He began to apologize, but you were quick to force the knife against his throat. 

"No, no, no," You laughed leaning closer to his face, "you, my dear, don't GET to be sorry! Not this time, not after EVERYTHING YOU'VE DONE!" Your eyes were wide and manic as you stared into his eyes. You licked your lips, "This time, this time Peter, I win. This time, I get to be the one to walk away and be happy!" You tauntingly dragged the dull end of the blade across his throat.

You felt him shiver beneath you, you threw your head back laughing as you raised your knife. Quickly you stabbed him in the shoulder, continuing to laugh as they cried out. His blood staining the snow pink, dripping from his shoulder. Twisting the knife in his shoulder, you laughed again, loving the fact they were in pain. 

You leaned against his ear, "Peter, this is finally it, this is what i've been striving to achieve. This is my happy ending, Peter."

Peter cried out once more, tears frozen to his face, "P-please Y/N, I'm so- so sorry." He made a cough like noise, "Please.." 

But you just leaned into his face, pressing your noses against each other, your breathe mingling together. "Sorry isn't enough."

The snow was left blood red, a corpse left to be frozen over, you were excited to do this again. For the evil didn't stop after just one hero died, the evil only stopped once they were all gone.