𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐌𝐀𝐍 | [Reader]

Prologue

"These people stole your future."

"These people robbed you from your destiny."

"The question is..."

"Do you want it back?"

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Year: 2000

The night was shattered by the cacophony of sirens and the distant rumble of collapsing structures. The once bustling streets of New York City were now a battleground, littered with debris and echoing with cries of distress. In the midst of the chaos, a lone figure swung through the shattered skyline with the desperate agility of a cornered animal. The iconic red and blue suit, now tattered and bloodied, clung to Y/N's teenage body as he fought with every ounce of his fading strength.

Spider-Man's vision blurred as he landed heavily on the cracked pavement of a desolate street, the exertion of the battle and his grievous injuries weighing heavily on him. He could feel the searing pain from the deep gashes and bruises, but his determination pushed him forward. He had to keep going. For the city, for his friends, for his family.

A soft groan escaped his lips as he stumbled, barely managing to stay on his feet.

In the dim light, he saw her-Felicia Hardy, the Black Cat, rushing towards him, her usual grace overshadowed by raw panic. Her silver hair gleamed under the pale moonlight, her face contorted in fear and anguish.

"Y/N! Oh my God, Y/N!" Felicia's voice trembled as she reached him, her hands hovering uncertainly, afraid to touch the wounds that marred his flesh.

She then pulled off the already holed up mask, revealing her high school sweetheart beaten and brusied.

Y/N managed a weak smile, the corner of his lips curling up with effort. "Hey, Felicia," he croaked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she gently cradled his face, her fingers trembling. "You can't... you can't leave me. Not now, not like this."

He reached up, his hand covered in blood, and tenderly brushed a tear from her cheek. "I don't have a choice," he murmured, his breath coming in shallow gasps. "But I'm glad you're here."

With a flicker of his old mischievousness, the 18 year old added, "You know, Felicia, you'd look pretty good as a brunette."

Felicia choked out a laugh through her tears, shaking her head. "You're an idiot, Y/N," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I-I love you."

Footsteps approached, hurried and frantic. Mary Jane Watson, his mother, skidded to a halt beside them, her face pale and stricken. She fell to her knees, her hands clasping his, her eyes searching his for a miracle that wasn't coming.

"Y/N, my baby, please..." His mother's voice broke, her words choked by sobs. "You can't leave us. You can't leave me."

A painful cough racked Y/N's body, and he winced, squeezing his mother's hand. "Mom... it's okay," he whispered. "I've been given a gift... a chance to be someone... to save lives. But it's time for me to go."

"No, no, it's not your time," she pleaded, her tears falling freely. "Somebody call an ambulance! Eddie!"

Y/N's vision began to dim, the edges of his sight darkening. He could barely make out the figures of his friends-Eddie Brock and others-arriving, their faces masks of horror and disbelief.

"Y/N, buddy, hang in there," Eddie urged, his voice shaking. "We're gonna get you out of this, okay? Just hold on."

With a herculean effort, Y/N shook his head. "Eddie... everyone... take care of each other," he managed to say. "You guys... you have to keep fighting. Keep the city safe."

As the world around him grew colder and darker, Y/N turned his gaze back to his mother, his eyes filled with a profound sadness and peace. "Mom... I couldn't save Dad... but I can finally join him now. Tell him I'm sorry... and that I love him."

Mary Jane clung to him, her sobs wracking her body as she held her dying son. "Y/N, please... please don't leave me," she whispered.

Y/N's breath hitched, and a final, soft smile touched his lips. "I love you, Mom. Always."

With those last words, Y/N's body went limp, his chest rising no more. The light in his eyes extinguished, leaving only a vacant, peaceful expression. The world around him seemed to stand still, the sounds of the city fading into a mournful silence.

Felicia's anguished cry pierced the night, echoing through the empty streets. She clutched Y/N's lifeless form, her sobs mingling with Mary Jane's, the weight of their loss crashing down upon them with unbearable force.

Eddie and the others stood in somber silence, their hearts heavy with grief. The hero they had admired, the friend they had loved, was gone. And as the dawn began to break over the horizon, casting a pale light on the desolate city, they knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

Spider-Man was dead.

A/N: The cast chapter is the next one!