Spiders come in different Shapes

Satan Strikes

Peter, on the other hand, was not thinking of Annabeth. Although, her gray eyes often haunted him, as one of the only that he peered into, when he looked at her's, he wasn't scared of the judgment attached, although it was there, it wasn't threatening. 

No, Peter let a little girl die today. 

And he was howling in the compartment of his dresser, into the crook of his elbow, so his neighbors wouldn't yell, and May wouldn't come and comfort his sorry ass. 

He deserved this. 

Her cheeks were pink, and flushed, dusted with freckles and sunburn. 

Her hair was auburn, it reminded his of autumn so strongly he had looked at the trees expecting the leaves to fall. 

Her lips were punctured with screams of help, trying, trying, trying. 

Her eyes were a whipped brown, in Peter's opinion, the most beautiful color on her.

She was little, so precious, and small enough to hold, although with his strength everyone is. 

And she fell, from the burning building, Satan right on her tail, the flames a mural of hope, and licking to drain the devil's wound. And Peter's hands were full with her twin brother, and her mother and her father, and they screamed, and now. 

Spider-man couldn't even save her. 

Penis Parker was a loser. And this was the first time those two people were the same. 

"Peter, honey? Are you okay?" May knocked on his door, her voice lilting and soft. 

Peter choked back a wicked sob, took a shuddering breath, his hands on the sides of his dresser to steady himself.

"I'm fine."

"Someone's knocking on the door, a girl and a boy. Should I let them in?"

No. No. No.

Anyone who saw him like this knew he was weak. He was weak. 

"Um, no, May! I'm getting dressed!" He was frantic, and as he spoke he saw her splayed arms, tiny and burned. Satan had caught up with her, and greeted her tiny hands on the ground, and this time the flames couldn't save her. 

Brown eyes wide, and in this angle, from his stretchy suit above, they looked faintly golden.

Hey face was oddly symmetrical, and Peter thought faintly of how the world was deprived of a beautiful child. 

And blood seeped from- "Peter?! One of them is on close to yelling." 

-all the bad places. Out of the corner of her lips.

Her family pounding at his chest, screaming at him why they saved them. WHY? And Spider-man couldn't come up with an answer. They called him a criminal, a crime itself, a villain, a bad person. They called him the devil's spawn, like he had taken the little girl. E- "Her name's Annabeth, and her boyfriend is here too. They want to see you. Friends, are great."

-llie. Her name. 

Annabeth was impatient, she came here to see Peter. To be intrigued.

A beautiful lady, introduced with the name May. Explained to them, that he got into these mood's sometimes. That's how she explained it 'mood's'. 

Annabeth cleared her throat. "Tomorrow we're going laser tag, have him be there."

And they left. Percy looked at her with dopey eyes. "Wisegirl, we'll kill him in laser tag."

Peter Parker couldn't help but think, that every place, every second, every world, little girls like Ellie were being killed.

Satan strikes again.