Peter Parker Writings

[7] If It Isn't You | part one

Note : Very much into giving some love for Andrew!Peter because he deserves it. Also, I wrote this on a whim when I was browsing Peter fanfics and 80% of them are all smut and I just wasn't in the mood for any of that.

Anyways, a song from Evermore inspired this one - enjoy <3

warning/s : language, i swear you have a life beyond that tho pls, me projecting my frustrations abt art on this, hints of angst if you squint, cliffhanger ending (again) and unedited trash

It's been a week since Peter got back to his own universe, he still hasn't recovered from that and was mostly kept awake at night exploring the millions of possibilities.

Some nights were full of thrill, imagining so many impossible scenarios while the rest are reserved for angst when he'd imagine a universe where he caught her just in time.

A universe where he saved her and he continued to live a double life, going out into the world as a masked hero and coming home to her right after.

It was a bittersweet thought and he indulged himself plenty— but on a lighter note, Spider-Man came out of his retirement.

After 1 year of being mad and being clouded by rage in the mask, he gave it up to gather his thoughts and properly mourn.

Until the short break turned into 3 years of no web-slinging hero appearing even as a blur. To this day, murals are being painted in his honour and articles keep being written.

He was fine being slowly forgotten, his suit collecting dust inside the box in his closet until something urged him to put it on again one night and he ended up in another world, meeting the other Petersand gaining a new perspective.

To know there are other versions of himself out there sharing his loss and winning their own battles, he felt it was wrong to just give up. And that younger Peter's words hit him hard.

"When you do the things I can and you don't, then bad things happen - they happen because of you."

And he began looking around him, all these crimes occuring while he pretended he was some nobody making his way around life in the streets of Queens - it's all on him.

He can stop all of it, he can help and save people so why shouldn't he?

Peter glance down at his watch, he's still two hours too early for his job interview at The Daily Bugle so he's taking his time and strolling around in civilian clothes.

He paused when he saw a girl painting on a mural, cans of paint displayed next to her and her clothes were decorated with so much red and blue.

She had on a light pink pullover and a skirt that he guessed to be black or blue with how much blue paint was on it at this point.

He felt compelled to approach so he did, gaping at the image she's bringing to life with every stroke and he recognized it right away.

"Oh, I got a cute audience." He turned to see you looking at him, splashes of red on your hair and some on your cheeks. "Hey there stranger!"

He hesitated but gave an awkward wave. You chuckle at that and gesture to the wall that's yet to dry.

"Big fan?" You ask, cracking your knuckles and feeljng proud of your progress so far. You finished 30% of it in two hours which is impressive with how slow you usually work but it's an unusually hot day and you didn't like the idea of getting sunburn.

"Uhm. Not really." He shrugged.

You frown at that, dropping your paintbrush and looking over his shoulder to see another stranger approach.