EXILE ✸ Peter Parker

One.

ONE !
( prologue )

          I WASN'T SUICIDAL. 

I didn't think about suicide regularly, but it was a thought that always lingered in the back of my mind. I wondered how it'd feel to take my own life, how those around me would feel. If my sister would finally give a shit and if her fiancé would feel bad. 

I wasn't suicidal. 

But something about my feet dangling off this roof was so exhilarating. To think, if I just took one more step, I'd be a splattered pile of mess in one of the dark alleyways of Queens. 

Who would find my lifeless body? 

Freedom overwhelmed me with the inhalation of nicotine coming from my cigarette and I couldn't help but want to know what would happen if I just let go. 

Free as a bird, I could start anew, away from this city and away from this family. 

I'll do it. I'll do it and nobody will see it coming. 

Expect the unexpected, right? 

I braced myself, barely batting an eye as I flicked the dull cigarette bud from between my ringed fingers and watched as it disappeared down the alley, much like my body in just a moment. 

This is it. 

1. 

2.

"Sir, could you get down from there?" 

Fuck. 

I didn't bother turning around, the voice sounded more nervous than heroic, and honestly, I wasn't afraid to let him watch. 

Looming my head just over my shoulder, I was able to recognize the man. Dressed in a skin-tight red suit, a symbol of a spider across his chest. Spider-Man.

"Well isn't it just my lucky day?" I cooed, a small smirk on my lips as I watched the boy's anxious mannerisms. 

Sure, he was a hero, but what was he going to do? He was shorter than me and had the voice of a prepubescent teen. 

"Spider boy coming to save my day." My lips parted into a flashy grin I couldn't prevent from showing. 

"I'm not, uh," he brought a gloved hand to the back of his neck, a nervous expression I'd picked up on. "here to save the day." 

"No?" I wondered aloud, though, didn't necessarily care--I just enjoyed the free entertainment being provided in front of me. "Then what is this?"

He didn't respond, just stared back at me, his hands now placed on his hips. 

"Are superheroes saving kids from killing themselves now?" my voice came out much gruffer than I intended, but I was honestly just trying to save the poor boy his pride by not breaking out into a laugh right now. 

Silence. 

"Are you guys really that bored now?"

"There's a full moon." the man--boy--noted, pointing to the moon that peered just above the skyline towers of the city. 

Right. 

I knew what he was doing, a cliche. Point out something distracting that'd make me swoon and realize the beauty in life. 

But I wasn't here to kill myself. 

However, that wasn't going to stop me from continuing to mess with this guy. 

I allowed the moonlight to illuminate my skin, painting a picture. 

"Could you get down from there?" Spider-Man repeated his question. 

I'd forgotten I was on the ledge at all, but the reminder spiked a grin out of me. My foot lifted completely off the ground and I leaned forward, playfully pretending to begin to jump off. He darted toward me, a web suddenly wrapping around my waist as he went into complete panic superhero mode. 

I laughed. I was laughing. 

My hands found either side of my hips and peered down at the webs covering me. 

I could hear the boy let out a sigh of relief as he dropped the tension in his shoulders. 

"Relax," I managed to choke out in between laughs. "I'm not going to kill myself." 

He didn't say anything, and I'm afraid I've destroyed his pride. And I wish  I could see the look on his face. 

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked once more, and I finally managed to quit laughing. 

I nodded. 

And the confirmation was enough for him, he slung another connection of webs and there he went, off into the city and the night. 

Not a word, just gone.