Peter Parker Imagines

The Dark

A/N This is going to be a little bit sadder kinda darker than the other ones but I feel like this is some of my best work so far.

Warning: evil dudes, kid napping

When I was little, my biggest fear was being alone in the dark.

I wasn't afraid of the night per say, but of what I couldn't see and couldn't defend myself against. The only way I could sleep alone in my room was if there was some kind of light shining in to at least make it possible to make out shadows and thankfully the moonlight pouring in through my bedroom window was a nightlight I could always count on. When the moon rose after I had fallen asleep, the lights from the street and from neighboring houses, were just comforting enough to let me sleep.

I never figured out what I was scared of exactly that would get me in the dark, for I was not afraid of ghosts or monsters. There was no chance someone would break in to steal, for we lived on the 5th floor of an apartment complex and we were too poor to be robbed of anything of value.

As I grew up, my fear was slowly forgotten but it still existed, creeping around in the depths of my mind. My fear had changed my behavior at night time from when I was little so I thought it normal to be extremely cautious and alert. A light always had to be on whenever I was in a room and there must always have been some kind of light, if the power went out. I also didn't seem to mind the dark as much when someone was with me.

If there wasn't someone, I would begin to panic, my heart would beat faster, my pulse would quicken, my breaths would be shallow and my eyes would search through the darkness frantically, my entire body paralyzed.

My friends would often make fun of this if we were somewhere where the lighting was not bright enough for my comfort but I would only laugh along with them and keep my senses on high alert.

The sweetest boy in my group of friends, was Peter Parker. We shared a slightly different relationship to that with Ned, Michelle or Liz. We were... closer. He knew of my fear even if I had never told him, since I myself had forgotten and with this knowledge he never laughed, he held my hand.

By chance Peter and I, lived in the same apartment complex with his flat a mere two levels above my own. This was quite beneficial because I never walked home alone and if there was ever a storm which cut the power, Peter would come running to my flat supposedly scared and we would have a sleepover.

Another factor which brought me comfort, was that a masked hero was swinging through Queens, protecting those who were in danger. Even though I had never seen Spider-Man myself, I did feel just a bit safer.

But it seems I am the most unlucky person to ever walk the earth, life truly was a cruel and twisted thing which showed no mercy to the innocent bystanders. I say this because of the story I am about to tell you, just sit back and watch it unfold.

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I was walking home after my mother sent me for some late night emergency grocery shopping. I had asked May, Peter's aunt, if Peter would like to come with me but he apparently wasn't in his room and May didn't know where he was. I had called him as well but there was no answer, May wasn't worried though because she said,

"He does it all the time, honey. He thinks I don't notice because I never confront him about it but I know when he is not home. He always returns though, always, so I suspect he must have a secret girlfriend he is hiding from me. I was hoping it was you, but it seems I was wrong. Don't worry sweetie, he will be back soon."

The thought of Peter having a love interest was quite disheartening since I felt a stronger connection with him and it made me lose myself in thought. As I wandered, thinking, I hadn't noticed my feet had brought me to a more suburban area of Queens, quite far from home. The street lamp above me was flicking on and off and the street was empty, a strange ambiance filled this neighborhood and a scary silence engulfed the vicinity. I heard a cat crying out suddenly, then a strange explosion like sound came from further down the road. For the first time in my life, my curiosity overcame my caution and I decided to investigate.