Spider Man One-shots

Guardian Angel

TW: sad, blood, depressing, and everything related to this stuff.

So... while I was writing this, I got so lost that I almost broke a huge pot and drowned the whole house.

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Peter woke up feeling great. Yawning, he noticed the time:

7:00AM

He smiled. This was usually when Pepper would arrive to wake Peter up. His cheeks turned red as he remembered the time when he had slept naked and Pepper had pulled away the blanket in an attempt to wake the bug boy up. Peter heard the footsteps before the knocking of door.

"Rise and shine, honey!" Pepper called out cheerfully, just like Peter had predicted.

"Yeah, mom. I'm up," He said back, loud enough for her to hear, sat on the bed and yawned again.

But she said, "Peter, wake up... I'm coming in!"

Peter frowned. He was pretty sure his voice had been loud. The door opened and Pepper stepped in.

"Goo-"

Suddenly, Pepper gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. Her eyes widened. Peter tilted his head, his frown expanding as ever. Pepper sobbed.

"Mom, are you okay?" Peter asked concerned. The only reaction he got in return was another round of sobs. Tears started flowing our of her eyes.

Peter stepped out of bed and slowly walked over to her. He extended his hands to touch her. "Mum, what's wro-"

Dread.

Dread unlike Peter had ever felt before swept into him. He watched as his hands went right through Pepper, his mom, his strong female role model always fighting for him, the person who had adopted Peter when his Aunt May had died.

But Pepper wasn't looking at Pete. She was looking at something behind him. She was looking at Peter's stomach and if she couldn't see him then-

Peter turned and stumbled back in shock.

There it was - blood everywhere. A shining purple knife layed a few feet beside the bed. It was a surprise that he hadn't noticed it all before. But the person, the boy lying on the bed.

If Peter wasn't in this state - whatever state it was - he would've vomited. On his bed, layed a boy so similar to Peter. Brown, curly hair wet with his own blood, his once flawless skin turned pale blue and... and the blood.

His intestines were falling out. While his face still remained untouched by any signs of damage, his body was a whole mess.

Suddenly, Peter could feel everything, smell everything. That's also why he walked in front of Pepper, who had stepped forward, when he smelt the fresh tears streaming out.

She walked to the body and kneeled in front of him. Pepper brushed her thumb across his - Peter's body's - cheeks.

"No, no, no, no, no, no..." she wept. It broke his heart. "Peter, wake up... wake up. Please..."

"I'm right here, mom," Peter said back, silent tears already flowing down his cheeks. "Mum, I'm right here. Look at me."