I was looking up at what could be considered the sky. I was thinking about what Gamora said, she had a point. I just don't feel like a hero anymore. Was I ever a hero? The most heroic thing I've done was stop the Vulture and I caused so much damage in the process. I burned bridges with people, and let down others during the process. Maybe being Spider-Man is a mistake. I'm not even needed, there's plenty of heros already, maybe it's time to put the dream to rest.
"Peter no. The whole point of all that was to get you out of that thought process." Wanda said exasperated and I didn't even bother to look her direction.
"You know I'm right. What's the point of being a hero when I cause more problems when I help?" I asked and she sat down next to me.
"You're not the only superhero whose messed up saving others. At least you haven't killed anyone in the process." Wanda said and I thought of Uncle Ben.
"I wouldn't say that." I whispered, I let my mind go blank so she couldn't read it.
"Who has died on your watch?" She asked confused and I didn't answer. How could I? I did my best not to talk about it, I wanted to forget about it.
"His uncle." Strange said and I glared at him. I had one secret left that I managed to keep and he had to tell it.
"Where did you even come from?" I asked annoyed and he ignored my question.
"What about his uncle? I thought he only lives with his aunt- oh." Wanda said and I felt sick. Apparently it was time to go down memory lane. The one memory I try to forget.
"It was my fault. I'm the reason he's dead." I said sharply and Strange let his cloak wrap around me. I tried to push it off of me but it didn't budge.
"That's why you are so attached to Tony..." Wanda said, I knew she was reading my mind again. When isn't she?
"Rude." She said and I rolled my eyes.
"Can you guys just leave me alone?" I asked rolling over. Trying to get the cloak off.
"I don't want to talk about it." I added, I felt tears threatening to fall. The cloak lifted me up and I was confused. It started off in a direction and was going to fast for me to see where we were. Why does everyone insist on me flying instead of walking? And why is it always against my own will?
"Strange!" I yelled but didn't recieve an answer, instead we stopped abruptly and I was dropped. Can that please stop happening as well?
"Ouch." I said and the cloak flew off again.
"So why do you want to give up being a superhero?" I heard a voice ask as if that wasn't a loaded question.
"How did you possibly know that Gamora?" I asked and she sighed.
"I can't get through to you, I guess we need to go with plan B." She said and I saw Bucky walking over.
"He's plan B?" I asked and she nodded.
"Can we lecture me tomorrow I would like to wallow one more time before I have to sit through another dreadful lecture." I said, I looked up and Gamora and Bucky were already talking. I was going to get up and go but Groot shook his head at me. I rolled my eyes but stayed. How is Bucky going to help me? I leaned back and just waited.
"Come on kid, let's go for a walk." Bucky said and I got up. Here goes nothing.
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In the Soul Stone (Discontinued)
FanfictionPeter Parker's Point of View and experience in the Soul Stone. A very bad description but read it to find out more. Edit: If you like the idea and want to finish it, you can, I don't mind.