"YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!"- The joys of parenting a Spider-Child

What You Won't Forget

This is a 5 + 1 fic, and the + 1 has Infinity War spoilers.

Last spoiler warning!

All the moments Peter Parker won't forget.

Or

The 5 times Peter almost died and the 1 time he actually did.

As you can tell, this is angsty. Don't worry, it ends happily enough.

The first time Peter almost died was the battle with Toomes.

He remembers the crushing feeling of concrete and the metal structure of the building on his back.

He remembers the feeling of hopelessness, and how prominent and imminent his death felt.

He remembers feeling like his spine was being crushed.

He remembers the air being forced from his chest, making it harder and harder to breathe.

He also remembers lifting the building, managing to haul himself out.

But before any of that came the panic.

"Hey please! I'm down here! I'm down here! I'm stuck! I'm stuck. I can't move. I can't-"

The moments of absolute terror, as his spine was crushed and the breath forced from his lungs, everything slowly growing numb from the pressure and pain.

And then he lifted it.

And he escaped.

And then he rushed off to fight Toomes again.

It wasn't until later that it really hit him, that he really realised he could have died.

But he hadn't died, and that's what matters.

Of course, the memory haunted him.

Shadowed over his days.

Made some missions harder than others.

But he was fine.

He'd be okay.

As long as he kept going, he'd be fine.

The second time Peter almost died was in the middle of Queens, in some dark abandoned alleyway when some idiot with a gun decided to shoot him.

It started the same as every other crime-fighting venture of his, until the guy pulled out a gun.

"You let me take her money, and no one gets shot," the masked man said gruffly, aiming the gun at the woman.

"If you're going to shoot someone, shoot me!" Peter said in a desperate attempt to turn the man away from the woman. The criminal's mouth, visible beneath his mask, twitched upwards at the corners.

"I will then."

Before Peter could blink, the man had spun around and fired. Pain bloomed outward from his stomach, but Peter refused to let this stop him.

He charged forward, yanking the gun from the guy's hand with a web before webbing the criminal up.

"You'd better get out of here, Miss," he said to the still-distressed victim.

Once she was gone, Peter shakily allowed himself to look at where the bullet had entered him. Blood stained his suit, slightly darker red than his Spider-Man gear, and there was no exit wound.

"Karen?"

"You appear to have been shot, Peter." If AIs could feel emotions, Karen seemed concerned.