Welp

4- Zzz

Peter doesn't want to die alone and afraid.
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"Mhmm." Peter hums as he puts his books away in his locker.

Ned is boasting about a new lego set he got this weekend, and he had honestly only talked about that since Peter entered school grounds.

"Maybe you could come over some day, and we could build it together?" Ned asks.

Peter nods. "Yeah, sure." He says putting the last book into his locker.

"Are you gonna come to decathlon this week?" Ned asks.

Peter shrugs. "I don't know. I'll see if I have time." He says.

"Awesome." Ned smiles. "Flash won't stop nagging Michelle to kick you off the team since you almost never come." He says.

Peter frowns. "I'm sorry, I've just been busy." He ducks his head. Looking at the ground.

"I know." Ned replies.

"I'll try to co--"

"FREEZE!"

Suddenly Peter is knocked down to the floor. He lands with an 'oof', and when he comes to hus senses again there are at least 4 SWAT guys dressed in all blavk pressing him onto the floor, harshly.

Everyone in the hallway looks at him. They're all gaping and some are even filming on their phones.

He sees Flash gape at the scene.

Peter feels his hands being put into handcuffs and he struggles against their iron grip.

What the hell is going on?

And then it's like principal Morita can read his mind because he comes into the hallway and says; "What is going on here?" He asks, eyes narrow as he stares at them. "What the hell are you doing to my students?"

They ignore him, and instead one of them speaks into a walkie talkie that's attached to his suit right below his left shoulder. "Spider-Man is down." He says, and Peter is sure everyone is gaping now. "I repeat, Spider-Man is down." He repeats.

Mr. Morita looks down at Peter. "This must be a mistake. He's just a kid!" He says. "Right, Peter?"

Peter can't even bring himself to answer. He looks down to the floor, which is awfully close may he remind you.

"Where is the suit?" One of the men asks harshly, pushing him harder into the ground.

Peter lets out a low whimper that no one seems no notice, but he doesn't answer.

"Where is it?" The man asks again, pushing him harder into the ground as Peter whimpers, much louder than before. "Tell or we'll shoot." He aims a gun to Ned's head.

Peter's eyes sting with tears. "In my backpack." He replies, voice thick, trying to swallow back a sob.

This is it. Everyone knows he's Spider-Man. And now It's all over.

One if the guys that isn't holding him down picks up his backpack and after a few seconds of digging around, He pulls out a bright red and blue suit.

The room goes silent.

This really is it. And Peter can't help the tears from falling. Everything is over. No more Spider-Man.

What about May? She would be all alone now. No doubt They're taking him to some high tech facility where he probably would be inprisioned like some of the Avengers were, or maybe even get experinented on. Both sounds horrible either way.

One if the guys leans down and whispers in his ear, "Can you believe Mr. Stark did this to you?"

Peter jolts up in bed, almost hitting his head in the upper bunk. His breathing is ragged and it honestly feels like he can't breathe.