❝there was an idea, to bring
together a group of remarkable
people, to see if they could become
something more. see if they could
work together when we needed them
to to fight the battles we never could.❞
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THREE — NEXT TO ME
[warning: suicide attempt]
YOU THOUGHT THAT that joining the Avengers would be the best thing that could ever happen to you. Fighting side-by-side with your role models and best friend. You remember being on cloud nine when Tony Stark asked you to join the team. Being able to use your powers and abilities to change the world at your young age made you hopeful. It was everything you ever dreamed of and more. It really turned out to be sensational when you met Peter and began to get close. Eventually, you started catching feelings but you never told anyone. Of course, the team knew about it except for Peter himself. The team started to become your family and it helped you become one of the greatest young superhero SHIELD and The Avengers have seen.
The blissful cloud you were floating on suddenly disappeared. You were falling. It all happened so fast, your dreams and hopes came crashing down after that night. It wasn't supposed to end that way. Tears, screams, and agony. You were traumatized from that mission. You never wanted any of this to happen, you never expected it. Peter Parker, the love of your life. The one you hoped to spend the rest of your life with was gone. The team had not taken a loss before. You never experienced death before.
You remember your scream echoing in the warehouse after the gunshot rang in your ear. Blood. So much blood. Your knees hit the pavement as you pulled him into your arms. You cried into the sky as his limp body was pressed against your chest. The Hydra agent stared down at you. You were supposed to be next. Your tears burned through your eyes as your hands shook harshly. You didn't care about survival. You'd rather die than live a life without Peter. You stared at the man with a glare as his gun was pressed against your forehead. You closed your eyes waiting for death.
It never came.
Tony managed to kill the agent before the trigger was pulled. You were heartbroken. You needed that bullet piercing your skull. The same way it did to Peter. You stared down at Peter's face, looking at his peaceful state. You never got to tell him. You never told him how much he changed your life. How much you loved him as more than a friend. You will never be able to see his smile. You will never be able to hear his jokes, the ones that made your stomach hurt so much you thought you would pass out. You would never see how his eyes brightened up whenever Mr. Stark entered the room. You will never see him again. That night changed you forever.
It's been three months since the incident. Three months since his funeral. Three months since you saw a hysterical Aunt May. You haven't spoken since that night. You refused to. You owed it to Peter. He can't speak anymore, he's dead.
Everyone told you, "Let it go [Y/N]. Don't put the burden on yourself."
