Runaway | Peter Parker angsty fic

The Jersy Spider - Chapter 2

After dinner, Peter is taken home by Happy. He walks up to his and aunts apartment and he was going to unlock the door before he realized it was already open. This made his spidey senses go crazy. He stepped through the house as carefully as possible until he made it to his aunt's room. There he saw two men dressed in black holding a gun up to her head. He had to do something! Right before he was about to charge into the room the gun fired. He looked in and to his horror his aunt was lying on the ground with the men still aiming the gun towards her. Out of blind rage he rushed the guys and took them out. He knealed on the ground and held his aunt in his arms.

"No.... no... no no no no no no no. Aunt May you can't leave! Not like this! Please hang on! I can get help! I swear just hang on a little longer!" Peter begged his aunt but it was already to late. She laid there, lifeless in his arms.

Peter dropped her, grabbed his spiderman suit and started running. To where? He didn't know. He'll probably never know. All he could think about was running. Running far away from everything. Being Peter Parker was a liability now, so he could only be spiderman. He kept running until he was almost in new jersey.

He still had to protect people, other wise what good was spiderman? He couldn't be am avenger if he didn't save people, but wouldn't that also be for the better? He wouldn't have to face the avengers. But I can because Peter Parker doesn't exist anymore, just spiderman. Spiderman had no reason to not face the avengers.

God he needed to smoke. Spiderman pulled up his mask, put the cigarette up to his mouth and lite it. He took a long drag and then let it out. Now he can smoke whenever. Who's gonna stop him? He's spiderman! Spiderman pulls up his sleeve and puts the cigarette out on his arm. He pulls both his mask and his sleeve back into place and starts looking around for crime. He wouldn't find much here, being the side of the highway in the middle of nowhere. He starts swinging around to find a city. He eventually made it to Jersey City, New Jersey. A new city to look after. Why did he leave New York again? He couldn't remember. It's fine. He has to go look for crime now.

Spiderman stops crime all over Jersey City until the sun rises. To say he was tired would be an understatement but something in him said that he had to keep going, keep moving or something bad will happen. He can't hesitate, not even for a second. He can't rest either, not while crime can happen at any second. He swings around the city, searching endlessly for crime, stopping bad guys one after the other. He's only working on pure adrenaline, where it came from and why it's here he doesn't know but he has to keep moving. But he's hungry, so hungry and tired, so tired. But he can't stop, not now and not ever.

He fights crime all day until he gets a call from Mr. Stark.

"Hey Stark, what's up?" Spiderman asked as he swings around the city.

"Hey Spiderling, just calling to say your suit's almost done, just waiting on my assistant to get here to help me with the final touches." He replied.

"That's great and when you see him, tell him spiderman says thanks"

"Will do" Stark says and ends the call.

He'll have to swing by later to pick it up. For now, he has to keep fighting crime, save people's lifes. He swings around town, stopping crime for hours. It's getting dark again as the sun sets on Jersy City.

A few days have passed and the only thing Spiderman has put in his body is a bottle of water someone gifted him. By now, people have caught on to Spiderman being in Jersy City. The paper's seem confused why he's here instead of New York, thinking it's someone else pretending to be the New York Spiderman. Headlines and news outlets have been calling him "The Jersy Spider". He doesn't get it, he's Spiderman. But maybe, it's a good thing, it'll set him apart from whatever he felt he was running from. He couldn't remember anything outside of when he was in the mask. He doesn't remember who treated his wounds or who fed him. It doesn't remember what his day to day life was, if he even had anything outside of crime fighting. He felt like he was going insane but he didn't know why. It's fine. He has to keep fighting crime.

He's swinging around when he gets another call from Stark.

"Hey Stark, what's up?" Spiderman greets.

"Hey Spiderling, your suit's done but my assistant hasn't come in the last few days, I had to do the rest myself. By any chance, have you seen him? His name is Peter Parker" Stark says and holds up a picture of him.

"Can't say I have, I've been in Jersey the pass couple of days." Spiderman responds.

"Why Jersey? That's like the worst place to be" Stark joked.

"I" Spiderman started but he realized he didn't know. He's been avoiding the thought for since he got here.

"I don't know" He stated softly. He landed on a building and took a rest for the first time in days.

"Uh. Well swing over sometime and pick it up" Stark said and hung up.

Spiderman kept swinging around Jersey City, trying to keep himself from thinking. If he thunk to hard he'll stop and if he stops something bad will happen. He once again got no rest that night, but it was the norm by now. He fights crime up night and day with no stop for anything.