Peter Parker one shots (✨edited✨)

When 'Flash' is too slow

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Again though TW ⚠️ suicide!

I really hope these turn happy at some point 14 year old me was a different breed. 🥲

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Peter made his way down the street, turning and fiddling with the blade in his pocket, his grey hoodie had been drenched by the heavy rain that was falling, a few larger drops dripping down onto his face.

His hair becoming wet from the rain seeping through his hoodie, shivers occasionally overtaking him, the wind blowing harshly, and he cursed to himself when another car splashed him.

It completely soaked his lower half, his shoes ruined from the water, his socks wet as well giving him an uncomfortable feeling as he walked.

The cars didn't care, the rain didn't care, and Peter also didn't care.

He winced slightly when the blade pricked his finger, drawing his hand out of his pocket to look down at it, his damp hair falling over his face.

It was a tad bit larger and deeper then a paper cut, and he wiped it on his wet jumper before stuffing his hand back into his pocket. The young boy finally ceased his walking when he felt he had gotten far enough.

He turned dipping into an alleyway, disappearing from sight from any onlookers, taking in the trash and papers that covered the floor, the reality finally sinking in.

He was doing this.

Peter took himself further into the alleyway, but not too far, just enough so that the rain wasn't hitting him as hard. This is what it had really come too, dying in an alleyway?

That seemed more like a Spider-Man thing than a Peter Parker thing, but the world was always finding ways to ruin Peters story of life.

He sighed slumping down against the wall, seating himself on the floor, The rain still dripped from the roof above him, falling onto his face, the ground partially wet.

He sighed, taking the blade out of his pocket, and sat looking at it for a while, admiring the shiny metallic look it had, twirling it around in his fingers before pulling up his sleeves.

He already had a few white and pink lines across his arms from the miserable times he had before, they felt like child's play compared to what was happening now, everything he felt like he previously had was taken from him.

He didn't have parents like all the other kids, constantly reminded by Flash like he didn't already know, and the story's he had heard of them were filled with so many holes that Peter didn't really know if they were true.

He didn't know if he was allowed to mourn people he couldn't really remember the face of, and that thought alone would always replay in his mind whenever he felt that sinking loneliness when they were mentioned.

He didn't really have friends either, I mean of course he had Ned and MJ but other than that people didn't really talk to him, he didn't really know a lot of people, and Peter didn't know if they only spoke to him because they were as outcasted as he was.

It had taken him a long time to get to this point, a long excruciating life of everything not going his way, and even when he smiled and tried to think that the world wasn't against him, the world turned around and punched him in the face.

He always felt like something was wrong, whenever he spoke to people, whenever he tried to have normal human interactions, he always felt like his voice was the thing that brought the room down.