Peter Parker One-shots

Ex-White Spider

A/N: Dmitry tells Peter about how it was not getting the Arachnid powers that he was supposed to get. Oh, and Peter has a Russian accent but he started to hide it when he came to the US :P
I have this entire storyline/headcannon for Peter but I'm too lazy to turn it into a real fic lmao.

Dmitry picked up the framed photo, smiling at it sadly.
"Y'know, when they tell me that you were going to get the powers and not me, I was really mad," Dmitry said in his Russian accent. It was becoming less prominent now that he was spending time with Peter again. " I mean, I had been training my entire life so that my body would be ready to handle these powers, and then- and then you just took that away from me."

"But looking back, I'm happy that I never got them. And I understand why I never did. That's not what I was mad about. But it doesn't make it hurt less, and it doesn't make me feel less worthless," Peter knew what he was talking about. He wanted to say something. He wanted to tell him that it wasn't his fault, but he also knew that there was nothing he could say that would make him feel better.

Dmitry sighed. "They called me weak. I would walk past them in the halls, and they whisper 'weak Dmitry, the infamous former white spider'. And in the beginning, I never cared. I was fine with being weak Dmitry. But, after some time, it started getting to me, y'know?" Yeah, I do.
"And then they stopped. It was just after you run away. After your mission to assassinate the Winter Soldier," Peter remembered. He remembered how confused he was that there was life outside of HYDRA.
That there were things to do, other than killing and torturing.
He remembered seeing the way the Avengers cared for Barnes, and he remembered wanting that too.
"The whispering started to be about you. About how you had betrayed the people who gave you a family," he looked to be finding the thought amusing. As if he knew that the comment was stupid.
"God, they truly believed that it was a family," He was smiling. Peter couldn't help but smile too.
"Did they? Or did they just tell us that it was one?" Peter asked. He stopped hiding his accent. It sounded weird coming out of his mouth.
"I have no fucking clue," Dmitry was still smiling, but now was staring at the ceiling.