a/n: I found this in my drafts.
There was a time when Peter wished to feel nothing at all.
After his parents died, after the spider bite, after Uncle Ben being murdered, he kept going.
After he died and came back five years later, he kept going.
After Tony almost dying and being in a coma for 8 months, he kept going through that time.
After Aunt May was run over by a drunk driver, he kept going.
But it was this, this instance, that he couldn't.
The world forgot him, and he learned what pain really was.
Through all those deaths, through all the pain through the years, through getting beaten down again, and again, and AGAIN,
he kept going.
But he had only kept going in those times because he people who loved him around him to support him. To remind him he was loved and that they were there.
But now everyone had forgotten him. Mj and Ned's eyes passed over his head as just another person in New York City and it hurt his chest and stole the air from his lungs, and almost brought him to his knees.
And he wanted to give up SO many times, but the world needed Spider-Man.
He just wasn't sure that they needed Peter Parker.
He wasn't sure how long he could survive being a ghost in this world, how long he could stand to see Tony's face on TV and know that he didn't know him. That he didn't live him anymore. For how he could love someone he had forgotten?
It took a knife he could've dodged but didn't to break this cycle of pain.
The thief stuck it right in his stomach and even he seemed surprised that he had managed to do so. Peter just sighed and webbed him up.
He swung himself onto a nearby rooftop, and collapsed to his knees, his heart so heavy with pain already that he could barley feel the one in his stomach. With a sigh, he pulled out the knife and webbed himself up. He laid on his back to watch the stars, and he knew he should go home (what even is home at this point but a small, dirty apartment with mold and a faucet that doesn't work half the time?) and patch himself up better, but he just couldn't
find the
motivation.
So he lay there, looking at the stars and trying to find which one was which of his family members as his life bled out.
And he closed his eyes when he grew cold, and hoped that maybe his suffering would be over now.
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Fluff, angst & everything in between | Spider-man One-shots
Fanfictionpretty much what the title says in the form of: Spider-man oneshots ;) ^^ please give me requests/ideas but i reserve the right to not write any of the prompts I do not feel comfortable or do not simply want to write. thank you!! ^^
