If Only You Knew- Trans Peter Parker

Twelve

*Peters POV*
After the movie that Scott put on I went straight to bed yet again, completely bypassing patrol for the second time- I mentally promised that I would go tomorrow at some point as it was Saturday and I had the whole day to kill. When I got back to my room, I checked my phone for the first time since Auntie Nats car. There was nothing from him still. Miffed, I switched my phone off and put it on the bed stand as I couldn't bare to look at it much longer. It was a sign that Pops still wanted nothing to do with me, which broke me even more than I already was. I got into my pyjamas, pushing all of those thoughts away and wriggled into bed where I quickly fell asleep.

'The room was dark. I looked around for a light switch and turned the lights on, It was my room at home. Sitting on my bed was Pops, he looked like my presence was the worst thing to happen to him; then Dad walked in with the look of betrayal on his face.

"I never loved you Peggy." Dad said coldly.

Pops looked at me, directly in the eyes. I broke the eye contact. "He's right you know? You're annoying, a burden and the worst thing that ever happened to me and your Dad."

I began to sob. They both hated me, I knew it. Then there was a crash from my window and a man in black was standing on my balcony. Then two gunshots rang out, the man disappeard. I looked at my parents who were dying right in front of me, on my bed.

"Why didn't you save us Spider-Man? You saved so many others but not your own parents. Why didn't you do more?" The croaky voice of Pops rang out.

I sobbed even harder "I tried Pops, I'm still trying. Please don't leave Pops and Dad please!" I shouted, pleading them.

"Your shouts won't save us you silly girl!" Dad sneered. And with that they both bled out and died in my arms. I screamed and sobbed, like there was no tomorrow. Until someone was shaking me and calling my name. Suddenly...'

I woke up with Uncle Clint next to me looking very worried, I was still sobbing but I had stopped screaming. I quickly looked around the room and realised that this wasn't my room at home- I was at the Compound. He pulled me into a tight hug and rubbed circles on my back as I sobbed.

"Hey Buddy, do you want to talk about what happened?" He asked, sympathy filling his words. The concern was evident in his eyes. I looked down and wiped my eyes. I nodded reluctantly. "Go on then kid." He encouraged with all the patience in the world

I took a deep breath, looked down and shuddered at the nightmare that I was recounting. "W-Well Dad and P-pops were sitting on my bed then they started s-saying how much they h-hated me and how I was a-annoying, a burden and the w-worst thing that h-happened to them." I paused and wiped away the tears that had slipped out. I decided to continue "T-then they got shot and they s-said it was all my fault, and asked why I d-didn't do more. They bled out and d-died right in my arms and I didn't save them." By the end I was properly sobbing. I had mumbled my way through all of that explanation, and I wouldn't be surprised if Uncle Clint didn't hear me as he was deaf and it was unlikely that he had his hearing aids in.

"Oh Peter, none of that was real. Your parents love you very much and they aren't going anywhere any time soon. And nothing said in that dream was true, you Are the best thing that happened to all of us- parents included." Uncle Clint told me whilest holding me in his arms. He looked at me, smiled and asked: "You wanting to go back to sleep?"

I shook my head, not ready to face sleep again after the nightmare I'd just had and wiped away my tears.

"I guessed as much kid, well how's a cup of Hot Chocolate and Monsters Inc?" Uncle Clint suggested- God he was such a brilliant Uncle, he always knew what to do.

"T-that sounds g-good." I stuttered back.

Quietly me and Uncle Clint made our way to the living area and shut the door. Uncle Clint went to put the kettle on so he could make our chocolates, whilest I got some blankets, sat on the sofa and got the movie ready. I saw Uncle Clint walk back through with two hot chocolates in his hands and a bag of sweet popcorn under his arm. He set them down on the coffee table

"I found the popcorn and thought why not." He said, smirking mischievously.

We laid on the sofa covered in the blanket and watched the movie. We barely made it halfway through before slowly dropping back off into sleep.

"Thank you Uncle Clint, I love you so much!" I whispered before giving in to the dark abyss.

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Authors Note: Sorry for the late update and the short filler type chapter, I have been getting writers block. But, I will have a longer, and better chapter out soon, but for now we have Clint being the best.

Also thank you all for over 4k reads, I appreciate it so much that you all are reading my story as I never dreamed that it would be anywhere near this many so a massive thank you is in place!!!