Peter sighed, crouched down on the corner of a tall bank building, overlooking the city. His fingers were curled under the ledge, his gaze sweeping over the jammed cars and fast walking people.
His limbs throbbed, yet he attempted to ignore the pain to the best of his ability. He turned his head up to gaze up at the moon high in the sky, glimmering against his spidersuit, lightening up his rosy cheeks. "Should go home, I guess." He quietly reminded himself, standing up again. He swung back to his apartment, using his momentum to launch his legs then his head through the apartment window, skidding across the floor and landing in a crouched position.
Sighing, he yanked off his mask, chucking it on the floor beside his bed. Peter just flopped on his bed, keeping his suit on as he stared up at the roof. Sleep felt so close yet so far away, he couldn't sleep well anymore, it was always beyond his grasp.
"SOMEONE HELP!" A high pitched voice screamed, echoing throughout the block. Peter immediately sat up, alert. What was wrong now? His gaze hardened and he jumped off the bed, swiping his mask off the ground as he swung out the window while putting his mask on again.
Yet when he went toward where he heard the scream, something cut his web as he shot it, catching him off guard. "Aw man-" Was his mumble as he tumbled to the ground before he could save himself, falling flat on his stomach. Pain shot throughout his ribs and he squeezed his eyes shut, grunting in pain as he attempted to sit up. He flipped on his back, looking around for anyone who must have cut his webs.
A dark figure approached, hands placed casually in the pockets of his navy coloured hoodie. Peter put a hand on one of his upper ribs, leaning against an alleyway wall, his mind feeling an odd buzz. Spidersenses. Peter lifted up his head, the figure approaching him, the man's dark brown hair spiking above his hood.
"If you ripped my web, then that wasn't cool man, ugh..." Peter flinched, but the man showed no reaction, his face darkened by the night. The figure crouched down in front of him, observing Peter. Peter gave a confused look, attempting to slide back.
"You're that spider kid..." The man's voice trailed off, it sounded oddly similar to Peter. Peter stared at the man for a moment, until he took off his hood, and Peter froze.
"...you remember me?"
(AHHH CHAPTER 1 IM SORRY IF ITS BAD-)
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Not Entirely Forgotten
FanfictionIt has been over a year after everyone in the world had been forced to forget Peter Parker, and he struggles to cope with feeling alone, so he almost is always being Spiderman. But one day, someone he never imagined arrived on his doorstep. Bucky Ba...
