Spiderkiller: Spider-Man into the Spider-verse~Peter B. Parker x reader~

The 5 Stages of Grief

"I did." I said calmly. "I killed my Peter Parker."

"Was he that bad?" He asked in return.

"That's what you're concerned about?" I asked, disbelief lacing my every word. "Not the fact that you're hanging around with a murderer?"

"Meh, how bad can you be?" He asked.

"Pretty bad." I answered, deadpanning.

"Oh come on, we're basically the same person!" He pointed between us.

"Uh... no." I answered, a bit pissed off. "I killed your variant. I'm just some gal."

"You're still Spider-man, we've probably got the same-"

"Shush." I cut him off, Spider-sense blaring at me.

The ground below my feet shook. Something was wrong. Like, very wrong.

Not usual wrong, duh.

Something...

An array of colors invaded my line of sight as a building right ahead seemed to literally glitch, like a hacked computer game. People screamed, and my eyes narrowed.

Oh great.

Standard Spider-man stakes then.

The world's ending.

"Where are we going?" He asked as I stood and made my way towards the elevator.

"Aunt Maaaaaaay!" I called down the hatch of the elevator. "The world is endiiiiiing!"

The new boy was chatting with the new girl while Aunt May was serving Spider-Ham and Peni cookies. 

"Oye!" I yelled, swinging down the hatch, Peter right behind me. "D'ya not hear me? The world outside's merging with others, we've got 24 hours, probs."

"(Y/n)!" Aunt May asked. "What do you mean?"

"It's the outside. It's glitching." I said, deadpanning.

"We have to destroy the collider." The new boy, Michael, I think, said.

"Yeah, but to do that one of us has to stay behind." I huffed. "Any volunteers?"

All of them started speaking at the same time and started offering themselves to stay behind. The overlapping of voices was cut short by Michael, no wait, I think his name was Milo? offering to stay.

Who the hell does this kid think he is?

"No!" All of us replied at the same time.

Suddenly a glitch wave swept over all of us except for the boy and Aunt May. The wave hit me worst.

Pain.

Oh boy, did I think I'd be numb to it by now.

This had happened before, but not like this.

Colors I never knew existed invaded my mind, my body torn apart, stretching and painfully twisting like piece of old chewing gum you're trying to get off a school desk. My atoms were being pulled apart, colliding together as shocks of pain invaded my bloodstream. A choked gurgle escaped me as I lifted my mask just above my mouth to take in a sharp breath.

Then, as abruptly as it began, it stopped.

I pushed myself up on my feet, exhausted. The ground beneath my feet was swaying, slowly leaning closer and closer to my face.

"I'll stay." The boy, Matthew, said. "You'll all die if you stay here."

Oh shit. Was I the one swaying?

I managed to look at the boy as if he'd lost it.

I vaguely overheard May tell Peter B: "Don't just stand here! Bring the poor girl some water and help her up!"

Oh shit. I was the one swaying.

I managed to wheeze, right as the ground hit my face, and I saw stars.

Ew.

Why did the ground taste of sweat and dirt? What the hell, hasn't this universe's Spider-Man ever heard of a mop and Mr. Clean?

"Can you walk?" I heard a voice.

I managed to nod. "I think so..."

I was lifted off the ground, and the world spun. One foot down, then another. I took a step, but my knee decided to be a bitch and give in.
Hands grabbed me I hit the ground, then a shoulder collided with my face.

"Nope." I said. "That's out of the question now."

"How long have you been here?" Peter's unmasked face came into view.

Instead of green eyes and black hair, I was met with soft browns, both in hair and in eyes.

"Uhhh..." my voice sounded distant.

Fuck. Was he always this hot? Ew, no. What am I doing?

"A while?" Peter B. cracked a grin.

"Yeah." I managed.

"Stay here, I'll be right back." He said, moving me over towards a couch.

"I'm not going anywhere." I shot back, giving him a thumbs up.

Not anytime soon, mr. Hot-Daddy- WHOA.

HELL NO.

(Y/NNNNN), NO.

He chuckled at my weak thumbs up, and went towards the kitchen to get me some water, probably.