𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, peter parker

all too well

*⁀➷ all too well
【 spider-man 】

book two.

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*ೃ༄ for reading:
times new roman
dark mode , size:
second smallest

forgive me peter, my
lost fearless leader

【 summary 】

▬▬PROMISES are more dangerous and more powerful than choices. Promises are choices that cannot be broken but always are. Promise may simply be another word for a lie, but far more sinister▬because a promise is whispered and believed by the naive, and held onto with a grip far too tight. Promises like where you go, I go, become lost in the wind, and leave behind a string frayed into two; worn and torn apart with no chance of ever reattaching. Promises like I'll come and find you, are weighted like feathers▬light and fragile; they are beautiful, but the meaning they hold is weak, is dainty, is worthless. But everyone wants to believe in a promise. Everyone wants to uphold it, to carry it to the grave, to keep it guarded with their heart▬and they might guard it fiercely, and fight until they are beaten and worn down ... but in the end, the Universe is far too cruel to allow a beautiful, naive promise to be unbreakable.

Grace Avery was naive, she had little experience of the world, though she would never admit it. Ambition was blinding, stubbornness was even more so, but there was no one in the entire world▬the entire Universe▬that would ever be able to tell her she couldn't do anything she put her mind to. If she made a promise, Grace Avery would never, ever break it. If she had her heart set on it, her tight grip would never be able to let go unless she was forced away▬and she would be dragged away, kicking and screaming. And even then, who's to say she wouldn't be able to find another way to grab on once again?

Nothing was truly impossible, not really. The world said the Avengers had lost, and that everyone who had been lost in the Blip would never return, but Grace Avery had lived through those five years. She had felt the misery, and the defeat, and lost all hope, and watched the Avengers bring everyone back▬watched the Avengers defy the impossible anyway, and win. Not all the Avengers had superpowers, but instead the stubbornness and the drive to never break their promises to the people they swore to protect.

Grace Avery was no Avenger, but she refused to let herself be a background character, either. Seeking out investigative journalism as a career was something everyone and anyone always seemed to go out of their way to warn her off from. 'It's a dying career', was their favourite thing to tell her▬as if the world they lived in wasn't filled with mystery. As if the streets of New York weren't still ruled by the inner shadows of organised crime, as if masked superheroes and vigilantes didn't make the headlines of the news every other day. Mystery was thriving, and Grace Avery wanted nothing more than to reveal the truth.

Her ambitions take her to where she was now, pushing through late nights, multiple cups of coffee and eyes straining over pages of readings for a journalism degree at Empire State University in New York. Her good midterm marks in Freshman Year boosted her through the doors of the Daily Bugle with an internship, and now, she was straining her eyes over pages and pages of newspapers, research articles, and scribbles of coffee orders on yellow post-it notes▬but she was happy, because she was where she wanted to be. She was where she needed to be, on her way into the ranks of a career everyone told her she'd never achieve.