Peter Parker one-shots

Another head hangs lowely (zombie pt.2)

Hope y'all enjoy this short finish to the zombie story!

It had been a week since he heard it. He tracked the location of the fall and kept following it. A disturbing realisation made it occur to him that he didn't actually care if he died. What was he really really wanted to see if he was truly alone and destined to be alone forever. That's why he was risking it. Some may say he was mad and honestly that wasn't completely out of the question. His feet were beginning to burn with exhaustion and his parched lips were only getting dryer as he had been forced to be stricter with the supplies he had as they wouldn't last much longer. He checked the tracker and stopped in his tracks. He was there, it was only a few meters further and then he would see if he had fallen into a trap made by some incredibly intelligent zombies, or he was about to see someone for the first time in forever (there'll be music they'll be life 🎶🎶) as he turned the final corner to his final direction he saw a door. Hesitant steps brought him towards it and suddenly he was nervous. That was something Peter hadn't expected, before this had all happened he had fought villains on the regular and had participated in two of the biggest fights of his lifetime and since the incident he had had to look everyone he had ever loved and viewed as family as they died, some by his own hand. Peter Parker had survived something that Gods had failed at, something that earths greatest heroes had failed at. But he was scared. He was scared about potentially meeting someone else, even in his prime Peter was scared of talking to people, he stuck close with Ned and MJ because they felt the same. So the fact that he was maybe going to be talking to the last person alive but he knocked. Two loud sounds resonated in the surrounding air then the door started to open and Peter was at gun point. Well not quite gun point, it was actually scratch that, Peter didn't know what it was. He just stood there looking the other person in the eye. It was a boy, they were about the same age although the stranger could have been a hit older than he was, it was impossible to say for sure. The gun was lowered and the two boys made eye contact.
"Well I guess the human race is screwed."
Peter watched as the boys lips morphed into a smirk at his own joke and he started to laugh. Then when he started he couldn't stop and soon after that the other boy started laughing as well. Peter couldn't believe how much he had missed the sound of laughed, it. Well it was beautiful.
Peter couldn't say how long they stood laughing, it could have been hours, minutes or just seconds. The other boy invited him inside and once again they just stared at each other the shock of meeting each other still not having quite sunk in.
"I'm Harley Keener, nice to meet you."
Harley introduced himself.
"Peter, Peter Parker. It- it's amazing to meet you Harley."

Honestly I kind of hate this
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