"Fucking Madame making me travel this cold, Spiders don't do cold goddammit! I swear one day I'm going to kill that bitch!" Peter said angrily as he climbed up a building with a Sniper-Rifle hanging off his shoulder.
Finally climbing to the roof he starts setting up his sniper, before aiming it across the street into park mall looking around until he spots his target sitting at this bench, nothing else, just sitting there...
The man is in his late 50s. He's got a scruffy bear, greying hair, some big glasses, and is completely covered in Beech clothing.
'God it's like he's asking to get assassinated with those clothes!'
After aiming at the man's heart and pull the trigger with no hesitation.
Unfortunately he fails to see the little girl who just happened to walk right in front of the man as he pulled the trigger!
He can hear a slight thud as the girl hits the ground, bleeding out from her forehead, laying there, completely motionless.
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Peter woke from his sleep with a gasp...
He quickly stumbled out of his bed, out of breath from the memory of his past, as he backed himself against the wall, opposite his bed, trying to get back his breath.
As soon as his back hit the wall though, another burst of panic spread through Peter. His eyes widened and his breathing only started to quicken.
He felt like all the walls were closing in around him, he was trapped again, he couldn't move. Peter grabbed the collar of his shirt, and tried to pull it away from his body, in a poor attempt to try and get as much oxygen as he could back into his body.
In trying to do so, he accidentally ripped his night shirt right off his body, exposing his bare chest to the cool apartment air.
He sucked in a breath of air, trying to calm his breathing down. It took another 20 minutes, but eventually he got it under control and was finally calm enough where he could go a second without freaking out.
After another couple minutes, Peter stood up, shakily, and made his way over to the side of his bed and sat at the edge of it, near his window.
He looked over at his clock on his night stand and saw that it read: 2:30.
He sighed, and rubbed his hand down his face. There was no way he was gonna get any sleep tonight.
He hasn't thought about any of his... baggage ever since he got to America.
Right now, having to relive such a painful memory, really rattled him to the bones.
He shouldn't feel anything but he couldn't help it.
That girl was dead because of him.
She couldn't have been older than 6...
And he killed her....
He's killed people far younger, but this was different...
He saw the parents' reactions at seeing their daughter dead.
He saw how they screamed in terror and despair
He knew he couldn't leave any possible witnesses, so he killed them too.
He didn't have too but apart of him knew that they would be happier dead than being in a world without their only daughter.
He knew the girl was an only child since the mother screamed: "NOOOO!!! MY ONLY CHILD!!!"
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The Spider Project
FanficPeter Benjamin Parker has been living in his own personal Hell for his whole life. He was born in a prison cell and experimented on by his own father like a lab rat until he was 3. After that, HYDRA gave him to The Red Room, to make the perfect Ass...
