Late Night Heartbreak || P.P. || COMPLETED

Part 35

THIRD PERSON

"I can feel it in my veins," electro continues, the light from his crackling blue skin illuminating the doctor right in front of him. taps of a keyboard and beeps of wires are heard from everywhere in the room. "no matter what you do, doc, it's a force of nature. you could never contain it" electro says threateningly, despite being held in secure metal and tech, "like me. you wanna know how powerful I am? well, so do i" he finishes.

"ooh!" doctor kafka says excitedly. "I'm dying to know, doc. but you better make damn sure you kill me this time" electros body crackles, his head getting red as he starts his next statement. "because if you don't, I'm gonna kill the light. so everyone in this goddamn city is gonna know how it feels to live in my world" his whole body jolts as he speaks, and his torso grows orange, then a dark crimson. "a world without power. a world without mercy. a world without spiderman. and everyone will be able to see me for who I truly am" he grits his teeth, but the doctor looks amused.

"And who are you?" he says, holding back a chuckle. electro cocks his head menacingly. "don't you know? I'm electro" electro grunts, making the lights in the room flicker, but not a hint of fear shows on the doctor's face. what does surprise him, however, was his glasses cracking, a piece of glass flying forward. as he takes his glasses off, and inspects them, a robotic voice, Kari, speaks: "warning: electrical restraint capacity reached. initiate lockdown procedure immediately" the taps on keyboards and instant press of buttons is louder than before, and as electro is lowered down into a pool of water, Kafka smirks. "very impressive, electro" he says before Kari speaks again.

"lockdown initiated"

PETERS POV

I walk up the stairs of may's house, met with utter silence when I shout: "aunt may?" I get to the door of my room, where I see her set on my bed, disbelief set on her face.

"aunt may? what are you doing?" I ask again, I know exactly what she's doing. staring at the very psychopathic-looking wall that I made just after y/n and I had broken up.

"When did you do this?" she asks, in an upset, wavering voice. I walk into the room, looking at her frail body on my bed. "there's something you're not telling me, aunt may" I say softly, but accusingly, and her head goes down  "every time I mention my parents, your eyes go down. I know you're not telling me something. you lie to me. i know you love me, but you need to tell me the truth. i need to know things about my parents" i beg, but the only thing that comes out of her mouth is "i don't lie" I crouch down to my knees, getting on her level. "I know you love me, but you do- you do lie.. aunt may, aunt may," I say, repeating her name as if she didn't hear me. "you have to tell me, may. that's my mother.. a-and, my father"

she finally looks me in the eyes, "yes, he was your father. but that didn't seem to stop him from leaving you-" she says, annoyed but upset.

"I need the truth," I say softly.

"the truth is, your parents left you here, on our doorstep! you were this little boy whose whole world was turned upside down with no explanation, whatsoever. we did the best we could, your uncle ben and i. I mean, who else was gonna care for you, and protect you and worry about you?" she asks, her mouth moving at a rapid pace. "your father? no. I was the one who wiped your nose and made you brush your teeth and do your homework or wash your dirty underwear. me!"

I get up from my knees, my vision getting cloudy from holding back tears. "your stupid, non-scientific aunt, who doesn't know how to make ends meet, who has to take nursing classes with 22-year-old kids so I can pay for you to go to college!" she shouts, her bottom lip wobbling. "..and I don't know how to do this without ben" she finishes, her hands coming over her eyes in defeat. "I don't know how. and- and you're dreaming about your perfect father, who was never here. no. no, I won't tell you. you're my boy. as far as I'm concerned, you're my boy. and I won't hurt you, I will never leave you"

I swallow the lump in my throat and rub my hands together. I crouch down next to may again and open my mouth to speak. "I'm your boy. you're my everything. you're enough. you're more than enough. that's not what this is about. don't get that twisted. I love you so much" I confirm, holding her hands in my own. she nods frantically, and says "I know"

"It's okay. i-it's okay, may" I pause, blinking back tears. "I need to know"

"alright. I'll tell you everything I know. but it will hurt you" she warns, looking at me darkly. I nod, and reply with "okay"

"a few days after the funeral, one or two government men came to see us. they said the genetics research that your father was doing with norman Osborn was very, very valuable, and that people would pay a lot for it. and that's why he ran off with it, that is why he left. they said he was a traitor. I couldn't believe it, peter. they told us he betrayed his best friend, all of us, for the money" she takes a deep, shaky breath, but before she can continue, I cut her off.

"i-i don't- oh, I don't get it. no, I don't... this doesn't make sense" I get up again, rubbing my hands in my face in frustration. 'why?' i look up, keeping tears back, taking deep breaths.

"yes, I know. I know. I didn't believe it either. I didn't believe it. it doesn't make any sense" she says quickly, as I stare at my wall full of pictures of y/n, may, uncle ben, and my parents. "peter, I don't know. for so long, I would play it over and over and over in my head. what had I missed? what had I missed? he was just this normal guy. he was a dad. your dad. wore the same ratty lab coat for 20 years. he took the d-train to work at 7 every single morning. came home at 6 every night. i don't know. maybe everyone has a part of themselves they hide" my heart stops at the last bit, as i feel like her eyes are boring holes into the back of my head.

"Even from the people they love" she finishes, but I just look away. I know she's talking about me. my secrets.

"peter.. peter" she continues calling my name, but I don't reply. it doesn't make sense.

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