T. Holland/P.Parker/ Spider-man imagines

Spider-Man: Hydra 2

Everyone just keeps dying. It's always my fault. I never save them I just let them die. Peter thought to himself. It seemed he was mentally torturing himself for not swinging you to a hospital. He didn't even try to help you. He just left you as your blood poured out.

First it was his parents, abandoning him then dropping dead. Then his dear Uncle Ben dying. His other good friend, Gwen Stacy dying. His best friend Harry going off the deep end head first. Then he lost you. It seemed he couldn't catch a break. Everyone kept leaving him.

Left, right, and center.

He sighed going through old pictures. Pictures with you in them. When he first moved to Queens, having to move school's. You were one of the first kids to come up and be his friend and now you were gone. He couldn't​ get you back no matter how hard he may try.

His phone started ringing in his pocket. Lizzy He sniffled and wiped his nose with the end of his sleeve before answering. "Hey Peter,"

"Hi."

"Are you feeling any better today?"

"No." The conversation went on like this for awhile, until Liz finally got Peter to talk more than one word. "What if you leave too?"

"Leave for what? I ain't going nowhere​."

"What if you die."

"Nah, it'll take a lot to keep me from you."

"Promise?"

"Promise. Thinking about Y/N again?"

"Mhm. I found a picture of the three of us."

Ehhhh, I'll just end of here. Sorry!