𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖗-
The human mind is really the scariest thing of all.
There was once a girl who vowed she would save everyone in the world, but forgot herself.
Avengers book
Peter Parker x reader
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We landed on a rooftop a few blocks from happy's place. The news ticker on a nearby building blared over the city in cold, grainy letters.
"Tragedy. What else can I call it? What more need be said? The damage... The destruction... You saw it with your own eyes. When will people wake up, and realise that everywhere Spider-Man and Sapphire go... chaos and calamity ensue. Everything they touch comes to ruin. And we, the innocents, are left to pick up the pieces. J. Jonah Jameson, reporting. Good night. And God help us all." Jonah Jameson said
May was dead. I couldn't fix it. If I'd tried harder, if id gotten there faster- maybe she'd be alive.
Peter and I sat on our usual spot. MJ and Ned climbed up, wrapped us both in longs hugs, and we stayed there, letting the tears come.
"Guys there's... there's some people here..." MJ said, voice small. We rose, fists ready.
Two figures dropped down, landing in Spider-Man poses. They walked closer with their hands up like they meant no harm.
"Hey. Wait, wait, whoa." Peter said, hand raised. The strangers did the same.
"Sorry... about May." A man in plain clothes said.
"Yeah. Sorry." Said the other- this one in a suit like Peter's.
"I understand what-" one started.
"Don't." I snapped.
"Please don't tell me you know what I'm going through." Peter finished.
"Okay." The first man said, calm.
"She's gone....And it's all my fault. She died for nothing. So I'm gonna do what I should've done in the first place." He said, reaching for the box MJ held.
"Peter..." The man in plain clothes tried.
"Please, don't. You don't belong here. Either of you, so I'm sending you home. Those other guys are from your worlds, right? So you deal with it. If they die if you kill them... That's on you. It's not my problem. I don't care anymore. Im done. I'm really sorry that I dragged you into this. But you have to go home now. Good luck." Peter said.
He reached for the box again. MJ pulled the box back, holding it like a shield. She nodded towards the two men.
"My Uncle Ben was killed. It was my fault." The first one said.
"I lost.....I lost Gwen. My uh.. She was my Elizabeth. I couldn't save her. I'm never gonna be able to forgive myself for that. But I carried on. Tried to uh... Tried to keep going, tried to keep being the uh... that friendly neighborhood Spider-Man because I know that's what she would have wanted. But... at some point I just... I stopped pulling my punches. I got rage full. I got bitter. I just don't want you to end up like... like me." The other said.
"The night.. Ben died I hunted the man down who I thought did it. I wanted him dead. I got what I wanted. It didn't make it better. It took me a long time to.. learn to get through that darkness." The first one said.
