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Spider-Man: "Bodies in the Rubble"

Title: Bodies in the Rubble

Character: Tobey's Spider-man/Peter Parker

Relationship: Rivals to Friends to One Sided Love to Enemies

Type: Angst :)

Content Warnings: Angst, Heavy Gore Mentioned. No swearing.

Note: Y/n has spider-man powers in this. The web fluid comes out of his wrists like Tobey. Once the leaders of Oscorp found out that their spider did that to Spider-man they wanted to recreate it. Y/n was one of their experiments. He isn't as strong as Peter, and often feels things much more extremely because of the spider mutation. Y/n and Spider-man were "rivals". But they were always friends. Y/n has a spider suit which is the opposite to Peter's (red in the blue sections, blue in the red sections).

Inspired by the song 'Black Out Days'. Listen to it while reading if you want. 

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Y/n has been in love with Peter for years but Peter loved Mary-Jane, he would never love Y/n back. This hurt Y/n. It poisoned him like a curse spreading through his body, starting at his heart and eventually 'corrupting' his heart with pain and sorrow. The deafening screams drove Y/n mad, he didn't know how to get the voices to shut up, he didn't know what he was doing. He didn't mean to. He didn't want to.

The once friends paced a circle in the rubble, always staying a constant distance away from each other. Both of their suits torn, ripped and dirty. Blood stained their once perfect suits. They has made those suits together in an abandoned industrial building. Too bad the suits were ruined and that the building had turned into rubble.

In the rubble which once held countless joyful memories a limp body laid. The body was broken beautifully. Even in their eerie stillness their beauty infected the surrounding area, a force shield of horrifying purity in a battlefield of exploding emotions which protected her. Protected MJ. She hadn't done any thing wrong, she was just trapped in a spider's web. The actions of both Y/n and Peter had led to her demise. It wasn't her fault. She was the only innocent one there.

"How could you." Peter spat, stopping his pacing.

Silence. Y/n stopped, following Peter's movements, but he did not answer. With this the last thread of sympathy for Y/n had gone. It snapped. Peter didn't care. He threw himself at Y/n and held him up against the last standing wall.

He looked straight into Y/n's eyes, forcing eye contact, "I loved her. And you just tossed her out like a rag doll. I trusted you. You were my friend."

Again, Y/n held his silence. Y/n knew that Peter didn't really have the heart to hurt him. Well he thought he knew that, and he was right in this instance but later he mightn't find himself so lucky. Y/n pushed away from Peter back flipping away gracefully, making fun of how aggressive and flat footed Peter was in this moment.

When he landed behind Peter, he finally broke his silence.

"That's just it isn't it Pete. I was your friend."

Peter was angry. He didn't understand what Y/n meant by 'I was your friend'. But it didn't matter. Y/n killed Mary-Jane. He killed his love, his fiancé. His everything. His life. Jumping at Y/n with all his power he swung his arms punching his once best friend as hard as Spider-man ever could. Mercy wasn't an option any more.

This surprised Y/n, catching him off guard. He tried to get his arms up in front of his face. He tried to protect himself from his love. He wanted to fight back. He wanted to defend himself how he would with a normal opponent, but this was Peter. Y/n loved Peter, he wouldn't fight Peter Parker. He should, but he wouldn't. His choice was made. His choice made him get knocked to the floor, winded, bruised and broken by the love of his life. The love of his life who would never love him back.

But he couldn't just give up this easily, imagine how younger Peter and Y/n would react to Y/n getting beat the shit out of by Peter. He would never hear the end it. So, for the sake of memories Y/n knew he had to get up. Using all his strength Y/n propped himself up, wincing at the pain of his many broken bones and the broken heart which was resting on his shoulders.

"Any last words, Y/n?" Peter laughed manically.

He was full of anger, unbroken anger which fuelled his violence. Fuelled his hate. This was not the Peter Y/n had fallen in love with. And the saddest bit was that it was because of Y/n that his perfect baby boy had transformed into this beast.

Y/n stepped towards Peter, carrying himself oddly because of how much pain he was in. He spoke again once he was face to face with Peter. Y/n was close enough to kiss Peter. If Y/n was younger and still believed in love he would have, but now was different. All he did was bring up on of his hands to cup his face. This clearly hurt Y/n, his face scrunched up when he lifted his arm, but he was going to die any minute so what trouble was a little more pain.

"I can't recognise you any more, my love."

These words didn't register in Peter's head until a spike of steal was firmly wedged through Y/n's middle. The steal penetrating through his whole body, blood dripping from one side of the steal. When the words hit Peter, Y/n was long gone. His body was cold, eyes shut, and his emotion one of sad acceptance. That emotion was not mirrored in Peter's. Peter's face was one of shock, anger and horror. He had just killed his best friend, who was in love with him. He has killed his best friend who had had his heart broken and who didn't know how to cope. He had just killed his best friend for killing his Mary-Jane.

The lifeless body's of the people who loved Peter lay still, each completely different from the other. Mary-Jane looked pretty in her death. She looked like she was just sleeping, like someone could come and shake her and she would be back up and laughing. Whilst Y/n was massacred and decimated. His body dripping in his blood and covered in dirt. A pole of metal stuck through his middle, stopping him from sleeping comfortably.

This was a sad, sad, lonely day for Peter Parker. For he was the one left alive after all this, he had to deal with the murder of his lovers.

Peter had made up his mind. MJ and Y/n would not be remembered. The world would have to wonder how Spider-man dealt with grief. They would not know how Peter felt because of this. Even Peter didn't know how he felt about this,

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Damn angsty. Pretty proud of this for now (Lets see how long that lasts). Working on a Deadpool Comfort fic !! I wish people read this instead of my DNF Fanfic I wrote ages ago. This is so much better and I prefer this one so much more ://

Jam :)