Never write anything like this before so sorry in advance
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You knelt down a bit, hiding behind the counters as your pushed the bag full of money to your chest. You didn't want to rob the stores and banks but you had too, you lived with your mom, your dad died a few years ago. Your mom was also sick so she couldn't work and her only hope was you. At first you were scared but you got used to it after a few months. It felt good punching and hurting people when you felt so weak and poor. You liked the feeling of controlling the people around you when you robbed the bank.
For once you have power.
You knew that it was bad but it wasn't as bad if it feels good. After a few months you got suspended for three weeks from school because you kept hurting other people when they bullied you, the principal would never know that they bullied you first but you didn't care.
You were robbing one of the bank around the corner, your black leather mask was covering your half of your face, you thought you looked pretty good with it.
People were on their knees as you clenched the bag to your chest, you heard the sirens ringing loudly outside. In one of your hand were bags of money and in another was your pistol.
"I think you should stop before the police comes in." You heard a boy's voice behind you. You turned around not caring about his words.
"Well I think you should get out of my way before you get hurt," you raised your pistol at the boy in the red and blue suit. You knew who he was.
"I'm trying to help you here," he said, putting his hands in front of him, attempting to calm you down.
"I won't hesitate to shoot you right here, right now," You threatened, you knew that you couldn't end someone's life, you're just not that kind of person. The double door bursted open and stepped in the policemen. They told you to put down the money and the weapon in your hand but you refused.
"Sir, I can handle this." Spiderman said. The policemen lowered their gun as you watch them, smirking happily.
"I hope you know what you're doing," you said as you took your chance and fired your pistol at one of the policeman, he cried in pain, holding his arm. When the other policemen looked at the one you shot, you sprinted to the door, punching some of men on the way. They fired some bullets, missing you by centimeters. The boy in the spandex, run after you as some of the policemen ran after him.
You continued running out of the bank and into the street. You stepped on one of the wooden boxes in the alley and jumped onto the fire escape. You grunted at the pain in your left leg, you reached down to touch it, wincing at the pain. One of the billets hit you.
"Hey! I'm trying to help you here, just stop what you're doing." Spiderman said from the ground as he looked up at you. The policemen ran past the alley losing track of Spiderman.
"One day you'll understand why I'm doing this kid," you looked down at him.
"Why do everybody call me a kid? I'm not a kid. And you don't sound like an old lady, you're probably my age. So before you do anything more stupid just give them back the money. Everything will be fine, alright?" He tried calming you down once again.
"You wouldn't understand Spider boy. You don't know what it feels like to feel so alone and weak, try having your only family member left dying at home. I need this money. And nothing is going to change that. I'm one of the poor people, you wouldn't understand. You're a kid in a fucking spandex, with superpowers."
"Actually I would. Just because I'm Spiderman and not Spider boy doesn't mean that I'm rich, I'm just like you. I feel weak and lonely almost everyday. You don't need to do this. Just ask for help."
"There's no one to ask for help!" You yelled getting frustrated, "And if you'll excused me, I have a mother to take care of." You tried walking away, ignoring the pain in your leg but you were too weak. You could barely move your left leg.
"Fuck.", you cursed under your breath.
You sat on the metal stairs and looked at your bloody leg. The sound of police cars were now ringing in your ears.
"Maybe she's in the alley." You groaned, trying to stand up but failed. Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped themselves around your waist. You were now flying through the thin air, Spiderman's arms were around you, carrying you around the city. You were scared for a few seconds, you tried pushing his arms away.
"That's not a good idea," he looked at you for a second as he continued to swing through the night. You guys landed on one of the tallest building in the city.
He set you down on the top of the building, as soon as he let go you fell on your knees, your leg was bleeding and it wasn't going to stop anytime soon. You wince a few times, as your pressed your hands down on your leg, hoping that it would stop the blood.
"Oh uh, stay there I'll be right back." Spiderman said before he swung off the building. In the mean time, you tried your best not the cry as your reached your finger into your left leg, trying to get the bullet out. You were aware that your hands are dirty but you didn't care, you just wanted the damn thing to get out of your leg. Your gasped when you pulled the bullet out.
You looked at it for a second, the blood was pouring out of your leg. The wind was calming you down slightly.
"Stupid bullet." You grunted loudly, throwing the bullet forward, hoping that it would go over the ledge but it didn't. Spiderman landed on the building, getting hit by the bullet you threw.
"Ow!" He groaned, rubbing his arm. He sat down next to you, he had bandages in his hands. He looked up at you before he ripped your jeans a bit just enough for him to see the full view of your cut. He cleaned your cut with the alcohol he bought before he wrapped the bandages around your upper leg. While he was doing that you felt light headed, probably from the blood loss. You leaned against him for support.
"Thanks," you said quietly as your drifted off against him. For a second he thought that you were just resting by closing your eyes but then he realized that you passed out.
He thought about your words about how you were lonely and weak. He knew how you felt, he was afraid to lose Aunt May. They don't have that much money but their lives were definitely better than yours. You had to started robbing stores since you were 14. He felt bad for you, knowing that you went through a lot, knowing the real reason why you're robbing banks.
Peter held you tight against him for the whole night until dawn. He didn't leave your side. He didn't want to leave you alone so he stayed for the whole night. Occasionally, he would check on your cut, cleaning it making sure not to hurt you. He would grabbed your hands and rest his head against yours as he slept next to you. He knew that it was illegal for him, Spiderman to help someone who was bad for the city. Sure you might not be as bad as the others but you were bad enough to be on the newspaper. Peter didn't care though, he just knew that he have to do something to help you.
