Peter Parker oneshots

You can't take my heart.

A/n: hello my dear friends how are you today?🤍

Warnings: long story, hydra, kidnapping,Peters name is P520-1, Peter is 14 years old, mama spider. Not proof read!!

P520-1 POV
People live to have fun and love other's, when you can't do that what's the point of living? I have no point in life. No one will miss me when I'm gone. My mom and dad are dead because of me and many more people. I'm a monster. I was born to be a monster- I don't want to be a monster but that's just what
I am. I'm a weapon-used to kill. monster, freak, loner, loser, I'm a no good person. I don't wanna be but again I don't have a choice. I could have been great and helpful. Finding cures to help people just like my dad.

—Flash back—

Me and dad where on the swings. The wind felt amazing on my burning skin. I felt like a hot metal ball in a bucket of ice. My mouth left dry as the wind would dry it out. My legs would go up and down, back in forth, trying to go higher all on my own.

"Do want some help 0101110?"

"No daddy I got it- see I'm almost as tall as you!!"

"Okay what ever you say 1100101 but if you need anything me and mommy are on the bench!"

"Okay daddy!"

I didn't need the help. I didn't want the help. I was independent on using what I had.

—flash back ended—

Every time I think about it. I want to remember my name but I can't. It's always ones and zeros. I don't understand any of it.

One day maybe I can. One day I will be able to say my name with ease. I wish I could say a lot with such ease. I wish I would remember more than I do. Yes I was only taken at 2 years old but I know I have more to remember. The only memory I have of my father can't be of us in the swing. Can it?

I wanted to be like both of my parents. My mother was a good lady, her heart was purely gold. I remember one thing about her and it's the fact she was a very good cook. When I was younger she would tell me to past the ingredients.

—flash back—

"Hey pumpkin can you past the eggs?"

My small hands tried to grab the 2 eggs at once but I failed and dropped one of them. Instead of a yell from my mother or even a shout. She instead ruffled my hair and said.

"It's okay 10011, it's better to take things slow than to do it all at once! I'll just get the eggs and you can help mommy whisk okay?"

She was sweet. She didn't deserve to die and nether did my father. They were good smart people that only wanted to help. They only wanted to do good. Yet they created something that does bad things. The created a dangerous weapon. A killer. A monster. They created me.

How do I know I'm such a bad person? Well I'll tell you. Every time I walk down the halls of the base to get my next mission, everyone stops breathing. They're heart races and they panic. They get scared because of me.

The soldiers hearts would go bum-bum-bumbum-
But after they see me their hearts go
Bumbumbumbumbum-bumbumbumbumbum-
It would get louder and louder until my ears ring with the repeated sound of a cold heart.