DESTROYED《 ☆ Miles E42 x reader ☆ 》

Now

(No time to die - billie Eilish)

Let's start over again, one more time, yeah?

My name is y/n l/n

I was bitten by a radioactive spider. And for the past 4 years, I've been the one and only Spider-Woman.

I'd never really thought I'd make it up to this day, mainly because every day before had been nothing but twists and turns at my mind. But...as Spider-Woman, I had to protect, to fight, to get up.

After every shot

Every hit

Every kick

Every blast

I always got up.......

Even when I hit rock bottom...i always has to find some way to raise above it.

So what happened? What happened to me?

"What the hell am I doing...."

Idroppedp the new cigarette that was about to touch my lips, the item in my hold that could have formed a new unhealthy addiction and made life lower than what it is right now. The smoke from it trails out into the cold night air, reminding me that the time to rise as well as face everything is approaching soon, I'm just denying it right now.

I stare out into the city of Brooklyn from my balcony. The sky is as dark as it usuallyy is when night hits, hiding me from the life of day of y/n l/n. The girl who has to get to her class in the afternoon today and act like nothing is bothering her right now but staring back to the cigarette I was about to hook myself onto I hardly doubt I'll find it in me to go and try pretending. Though I know Nora or Jayden would force me out to house....again.

I pull out my phone, burning out the cigarette. I have a few missed calls from my mom and a few messages left from my friends. It pulls at me even more to make her, and the rest worry about me this much. To hide away from them in my apartment, my mom should've been back from her trip in a month or so. I'm not sure....

I've been forgetful lately knowing the day is coming sooner than I thought. Though i wish I could all together incinerate that day, maybe then everything would have been better. But i know it's not even the slightest bit possible.

I stare out to the city, the lights out below in beautiful hues of warm light, blue, white, red and yellow. Humming in dancing blinkers and flashes of comfort, complimenting the blacked out sky like a universe. And once again, I'm wondering if I should get a cat to have some comfort in here and watch this with me.

"This is pathetic"

I walk back into the house, grabbing a jacket and my headphones. Blasting music in my head in a symphony of beats and soft cords, a distraction from the damaged world around me. The streets of Brooklyn are messy and filthy, well, at least this part of town is. Where there's graffiti of every other wall, and the urge to punch every single wall with the art into dust is strong, but the effort and dedication the artists must have put into these walls stop me. I won't let it get to me. I turn away and continue on my way.

There's alleys full of different stories in them. A group of men having the time of their lives around a fire in a trash can, drinking all types of things till they throw it all up and wake up the next day to return to their families and jobs. A different one with a couple going at each others bodies in sinful acts, heated desperate bodies pressed together. I move on.

Another full of the homeless huddled in small groups around a fire, nowhere to go for the next morning and probably the morning after that. I shuffle through my pocket and hand the woman with kids huddling close by her for warmth a 200, take in her greatful tears, and pat one of the children on the head. I move on.