Spider-Man | Doesn't Need Help

CHAPTER 34

  Devon looked at me, also smiling slightly.

"Hi, Pete! Look who I brought, are you happy?"

“Of course she’s happy, right, Petey?” I felt tears welling up in my eyes.

"Oh, come on! Don't tell me you're going to cry." He made a sad face, placing his hand over his heart on his chest. "You know what, I feel sorry for you, you've become attached to your Devon." He scoffed, and I couldn't stop the tears that ran down my cheeks.

It was too much...

“Devon…” I blurted out, looking at my friend, who only laughed out loud when I said his name.

I felt so... Empty...

I didn't even notice the stupid tears that had frozen on my cheeks.

I just lost another person in my life to whom I had grown attached. Again. Because I was cursed... I must have been, or I don't know what I did in my previous life to suffer so much now.

"What's the matter, Peter? Aren't you glad to see Adams? You're finally coming home!"

I stared at him blankly, having no idea how to respond. What am I even supposed to do? It's over, Mr. Adams is officially back, better to surrender to him now than have him hurt May, Ned, Happy, or even MJ...

"He won't come home. I don't need him anymore; even with these powers, he's useless." Mr. Adams's words echoed in my head until I realized what they actually meant.

I looked at him just as he pulled out the knife.

So he wanted to kill me. It didn't make much of an impression on me, because I'd long ago assumed it would be possible. And well, I'd prepared for it. But back then, while I still thought it would be better this way, I had nothing. And now...

I jumped to my feet, immediately getting into a position ready to attack.

Mr. Adams burst into loud laughter, and even though I knew I had that one moment to attack him, I didn't. I didn't move an inch.

"Oh, Peter, Peter, Peter." He shook his head, looking at me. "Just a few months ago, you were ready for me to almost kill you. And now you want to fight?" With his other free hand, he reached into his pocket, where he kept his gun. "So show me what you've got."

With those last words he lunged at me, and at the last moment I jumped to the side, almost falling down.

I could have escaped now and survived, but he would have come back. He came back and killed my aunt, and then me.

So one death was a better solution than two. And in this case, I tried not to assume my own.

I shot up as the man ran straight at me, somersaulting over him, and when I got behind him, I shot a web at his legs and arms, immobilizing him.

I won.

I turned to where I had seen Devon out of the corner of my eye a moment ago.

He was still standing there, staring at me intensely.

I felt... Regret.

I wanted to feel anger or disgust or something like that, but instead I just felt regret.

“Why?” I asked stupidly, staring into his blue eyes.

"You were just my mission. Nothing more, honestly, I didn't even like you. You're so damn annoying when you talk," he said, grimacing slightly.

And me? I felt my heart shatter once again.

Devon was just another person in
my life who didn't want me, didn't like me, lied to me, for whom I was just a mission, a task, a stupid child to raise.