A dream. A horrifying, realistic dream. In it, you saw a boy among a pile of bodies, his victims. Yet he did not seem pleased or happy but remorseful and guilty. You realised who the bodies were, the avengers. The superheroes who protected this world. The boy looked just like them, he wore a blue and red suit that didn't seem all that sinister. He removed his mask and cried into his hands, you felt bad for him. Why? He'd killed these people, honestly you didn't know why.
You woke suddenly, a cold sweat drenching your body. You were panting and flustered, a dream, just a dream. 'If that was a dream," you thought, "then why could I feel their pain, experience their emotions?' You shook it off. Just a dream. Just a nightmare, to be more exact. But too real.
You tried to remove the nightmare from your memory but couldn't, the whole week you were getting the same dream, constantly, sometimes even when you were awake. This was driving you mad, you needed mental help or something because you weren't okay. After your at least sixteenth vision of the dream, a name came to you and drilled itself into your brain, making it impossible to forget. "Peter Parker".
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HOW COULD YOU DO THIS? || P.P
Fanfiction<<COMPLETED>> After horrible visions of Peter Parker unwillingly hurting the avengers, you try to help, not knowing the toll he would take... {unedited} Highest ranks #4 SpiderManimagine #5 SpiderManfanfic [ALL CREDIT GOES TO MARVEL FOR...
