Could I have a family?

The attack - part 1

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF BLOOD AND SIMILAR STUFF. IT'S ONLY BEEN MENTIONED ONCE BUT STAY SAFE AND BE KIND TO YOURSELF⚠️

Peter's eyes flew open as he woke up in cold sweat. He sat up on his mattress that he had laid on the building's hard floor and looked around frantically, only realizing a few seconds later that it had all been a nightmare. A sigh of relief escaped his lips. It wasn't real. He didn't have to go through all of that again. But he still was kind of going through it all again. Each night he would go to sleep hoping that he wouldn't have a nightmare again but he would hardly ever get an hour or two in before he woke up in fear of the things that for the most part had already happened in the past.

Today his nightmare was a mix of reality and his worst imagination. Getting nightmares of the real events that had taken place in his past was a common occurrence to him but this.. not that this didn't happen at all, it did. It happened quite a lot. It was just a lot harder for him to get over. He had first seen a few things related to his aunt and her screaming at him that she had meant everything that she ever did or said to him. Then he had seen his uncle Ben, or at least a decayed and deformed version of him, rising from the grave and yelling at him and telling him that he had failed. Failed to protect May. Failed to protect himself and failed in the eyes of Ben overall.

It hurt to even think of it. All he had ever wanted through out his life was to make his aunt and uncle proud. Seeing the uncle he loved so much tell him that always broke him a little and soon he would give up and end up being nothing but a broken mess. Yes, it would probably happen one day but today was not that day. He was not giving up just yet. Not today and hopefully not anytime too soon.

Sighing he laid back down on his mattress. He knew he wouldn't be able to fall back asleep again but at least he could just lay down and let his muscles relax for a bit. He felt around for his phone and found it to be only a little away from his mattress. He must have fallen asleep with it in his hand. The last he remembered he was going through his conversation with Mr. Oldman again. He checked his phone and saw that it was 5:30 in the morning. He had returned home at 2:30am and since he was so tired, he safely assumed that he had fallen asleep by 3am. Two and a half hour. Wow. That's some progress. To most, it would not seem like he had gotten enough sleep at all but he knew it was a progress for him. He hardly ever got 2 hours even.

Feeling restless he jumped out of his bed and put on his Spidey hoodie, getting ready to swing back over to May's apartment so that he could actually freshen up and stuff. This was suppose to be an old haunted building, of course it didn't have proper water supply for a shower and stuff and for some reason, the water supply in her apartment hadn't been cut off yet. At first he had thought it safe to assume that they had kept the water supply going for the cops that frequently visited the apartment but when the visits stopped and still the water supply wasn't cut off, he just concluded that they had forgotten about it. What else logical reason was there? He didn't know what was happening but he certainly wasn't complaining.

Jumping off the window sill -with his invisibility device on of course. He wouldn't want anybody to be able to track spider-man's route and see that every night he went to an apparent 'haunted' building and each morning to an apartment that had seen murder and was suppose to be empty- he started swinging and making his way over to the apartment. Within minutes time he was at his desired destination. Shoving himself in through the window he had left open from when he first came in to freshen up after running away and the one that has been open since then, he tried not to look anywhere and just make his way over to the restroom.

Once he was inside, he quickly freshened up and took a shower. Then dressing up again in the same Spidey hoodie, he made his way out of the restroom, his invisibility device that looked like a round glowing batch still hooked to his hoodie's chest part and active. Again, he tried not to look anywhere but he still somehow ended up looking at the wall covered in blood stains. Memories flooded his brain and he ran to the room that was once his. He was not ready for that stuff this early in the morning. Jumping off his room's window sill, he made sure that he had left the window open for the next time he came here and swung off to his home.