Haven't I given enough? Given enough.

8

- Peter Parker pov -

I shove a piece of paper in my pocket and open up my window, trailing the balcony bars and crawling the wall to reach the top. The flat building is extremely tall and I can see over Queens.

I can see the car lights, and the streetlamps. I can see the lights in the skyscrapers, and the small people walking below.

Orange tints start filling the dark sky, a sign of light and new beginnings yet- The sunrise is also proof, that endings can be beautiful too. As the moon disappears, and the sun rises; hues of bright colours fill the sky like a painting. As if the world isn't actually real, and we're all just living in a self-made design.

"Kid you don't have to do this." I spin my head around, all the Avengers are behind me. It's like a photo... a perfect photo. Their stances match perfectly with the view and the sky. The golden hour light spills over the rooftop like a toppled glass of orange juice. "Friday told me where you are, your heart-rate. Peter, we can help."

"No." I reply, turning back around and facing the city below me. At first I wasn't sure but now, I am almost certain.
"Kid." Steve stepped forward latching his hands around my arm, pulling me onto the floor of the building. "Let it out."
My head snapped to face him, and I grabbed my arm back, and away from him. I grabbed onto a large rock and stood up. "I'm sorry."
"Kid, theres nothing you should be apologising for."

"Except this." I then turned around and unexpectedly whacked him in the head using the rock, he landed on the floor. Unconscious.

"Hey!" Rhody shouted, pacing towards me before Nat put a hand against his chest, stopping him.
"Peter, I know you don't believe us. But we can help." She cries, holding out her hand for me to hold onto.

"Call my friends and tell them that I love them... yeah? And I'm sorry." I mumble, stepping closer to the edge of the building.

"You tell them yourself Parker!" Clint screams, running towards me before Natasha holds him back aswell.

"Peter, it's ok." Natasha spoke softly, inching closer to me. "Go ahead Peter, end your suffering."

"W..what?" I reply, tears threatening to fall from my face as I step even closer to the brim of the building.

"It's what you want isn't it?" She asks, stepping even closer to me.

"Kid, please..." Tony begs.

Natasha suddenly grabs my arm and pulls me on top of her, our breathing is synchronised and shes smiling at her success.

I stand up and face them all, no longer trying to shield my tears as they fall from my face with no remorse. But Natasha is still clinging onto my arm, and I know I can't fight her.

"No! You don't get to decide this!" I yell, pointing my finger at Natasha who pulls me further from the edge.

I've had enough, this is it. The sunrise has reached it's peak of beautiful pinks and yellows. The air feels clear and I'm ready.

Just let me go.