Memories

Chapter Fifteen

I watched the building collapse, only Spider Man escaped. I spent an hour trying to convince Peter that he was somehow still alive and needed our help. He just held me in place, some where the police couldn't see us. I banged on his chest, sobbing my eyes out. No flinches, no movement, nothing... Peter knew he was gone for good, but I just couldn't believe him.

I finally stopped beating his chest and leaned into him, gravity trying to pull me to the ground. My sobs were deafening. Never have I ever cried so much over someone. My heart ached, my body felt numb, my mind couldn't stop spinning. My eyes were starting to sting while I kept blinking away the stream of tears.

"(Y/N), you gotta tell me what is going on? What are you doing crying over a villain?" Peter asked, setting me down on a bench nearby.

I wiped my face with my sleeve, "He wasn't a villain. He was misunderstood." I felt Peter wrap an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into a side hug.

He stayed quiet, watching MJ get picked up by the police and her fiance, who she questioned. MJ didn't know if she had actually loved him, or loved the idea of marrying him. She did know that she was in love with Peter. Which he doesn't really know.

I leaned my head on Peter's shoulder, looking at his poor suit. "I'm so sorry." Even though Octavius was misunderstood, he did a number on Peter which isn't forgivable.

Peter blew raspberries from his lips, "Eh don't sweat it. Like you said, he was misunderstood."
I smiled as I hiccuped through my last few tears.

Then, without a second passing by, I quickly looked at Peter with horror and fear for his life. "Peter?"

"Yeah?"

"What about Harry?"

Peter was quiet. He started to fiddle with his fingers, stretching the gloves before massaging them back to place. I tried to look him in the eyes, but he just moved his head.

"Do you know his father was Green Goblin? A villain? Someone I had trusted?" Peter spoke after a while.

I shook my head, trying to put the dots together. "But why?"

Peter laid his head back on the bench, laughing. "He didn't even know why."

I rolled my eyes, hugging myself, "No Peter, why did you kill him?"

Peter tilted his head towards me, "He hurt a lot of people. It wasn't meant to go that far, but I can't change the past."

I nodded, hesitating to move. I felt like I couldn't trust Peter, but I could as well. He hurt my friend's heart. Does he care?
"So what are you going to do?"

Peter shrugged, "Fight crime. Hey, he didn't die fighting. He actually saved the city." And with that, he swung away.

I sat on the edge of the walkway, my feet dangling above the river. Was he really gone? Did he really...?

I shook my head, propping my knees towards my chest. I hugged them while setting my chin on top. I didn't want to think anything horrible had happened. Like Peter said, he helped the city in the end. Octavius really wasn't a bad guy.

He made me feel safe whenever I was around. Walking home I realized how alone and scared I was actually feeling. I didn't get to say goodbye to him. I didn't even get to say hello... No kiss on the hand, no flirting, no sarcastic remarks. Nothing...

I walked into my apartment, walking straight into my bedroom. I striped down into my underwear, slipping on Octavius's sweater. Oh the scents made me tear up once more. How this would be a memory, the smell of cigars. Oh how I used to hate it and now I can't get it out of my mind.

I curled into a ball, pulling the blanket up to my chin. The tears kept coming and coming as I tried to wipe them away. God why did this happen?

I drifted off to sleep, swearing up and down I could hear Octavius chuckle while his actuators whirred.