There won't be part two to Weighing Us Down and Twisted Ending because tbh I ended them like that because I didn't know what to write next, just to be brutally honest, I might write part two for them one day if I have more ideas for them to make them more interesting.
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"Are you okay, Y/n?" Peter asked, sitting in next to you at lunch. You had your head resting in your hand as your elbow was set steady on the table.
"Yeah, I'm fine." You answered, poking your food with the plastic fork. You let out a heavy sigh as Peter and Ned continued to stare you. While you were looking down, Ned and Peter shared glances with each other, trying to figure out what was going through your mind.
3 more, you thought.
Your eyes narrowed, eyebrows furrowed as your grip around the fork tighten, after a few more seconds you began to bend the fork with your thumb. Peter and Ned noticed causing them to shift in their seats.
"Are you sure? I mean you have bruises on your face, please tell us if something is wrong." Ned said, looking at you. You could tell that Ned and Peter were worried about you, but you can't tell them what was going on inside your head. You didn't need to lose your friends.
"Yes, I'm sure. Thanks for your concern. And these bruises," you pointed at the red and purple spot on your face, " are on my face because I fell and hit my face on the corner of the table at home." You shrugged.
"Uh..okay." Ned and Peter knew that you were lying but didn't want to push you because they know what you're like when you're mad.
"Anyways, I'll go now. I forgot to revise for Physics last night. So I need as much time as possible to revise." You stood up from the table and grabbed the tray of food. After a few steps, Peter offered to help you revise.
You paused and turned around before you declined his offer. "No thank you, I'll be fine." You smiled.
"Okay.." Peter pressed his lips into a thin line, running his hand in his hair before he turned around and sat down in front of Ned.
You put your bag pack on your shoulders, pushing the wooden door open. You had your hoodie over your head as you quietly snuck out of your apartment. Once you were outside, you strode into an alley, setting your bag on the floor as you checked your things.
You glanced around the street before you began to run. After about ten minutes you have arrived. You stood in front of a mansion. You unzipped your bag pulling out a pistol after you put on your gloves.
"This should be easy," you muttered to yourself. After a few seconds of glancing around, you jogged closer to the mansion. The lights were already out but you knew that he was in there.
You slipped a small pocket knife into your jean pocket in case you accidentally drop your pistol. You took a small hammer out of your bag. You smashed the hammer against the fragile window before you leaped into the mansion.
"You do know, breaking into a mansion is bad, especially when it's not yours?" You heard a familiar voice said behind you. Your heart began to picked up its pace when you recognized Peter's voice. Your eyes widened but that didn't stop you from running up the stairs.
"Hey, stop!" You heard Spiderman- Peter called out. You set your finger on the trigger, kicking down every door in the mansion until you found the right room. "Stop!"
