Marvel One-shots

Peter Parker vs. The Avengers

A/N: Just some pre-reading stuff. This one-shot has the events of The Amazing Spider-Man in it, but is Tom Hollands Spidey. Basically the Avengers are being assholes and this is Parker's response to them, enjoy. 

 "Good morning New York city!" Peter quipped, drawing out the beginning of the phrase.

"Well, as good of a morning as there can be in this current situation." Parker murmured, just loud enough for the camera to pick up on the sound.

Yup, Peter Parker - Spider-Man - was currently live streaming to every available outlet in all of New York city. In his defense, he had no other choice.

Parker rubbed the back of his masked neck nervously, wishing he would have at least scripted what he was gonna say.

Currently, he was seated in his rolly chair at his desk, in an old hoodie he rarely used, his spidey suit underneath. He had webbed up a white sheet right behind him so the only view in the camera lens was Spider-Man and a white background.

"I'm sure most of you, if you haven't already, are about to shut off my broadcast. But just give a guy a break? Plus, if you could find a way to shut off the broadcast than man do I ever wanna meet you." Parker admitted.

"Straight to the point shall we?" Parker chuckled, leaning back into his chair.

Parker took a deep breath, an idea forming in his mind.

"I love this city," Parker started. "I love this city so damn much." He exclaimed.

"Even after everything it's done to me." Parker admitted, before shooting forward to solidify his point more. "And I'm not talking about what's happening now. Oh no. This city has wronged me long before now."

Peter thought back to the night, and all the theatricality he had been forcing out was snuffed out like a candle in the wind. Peter sobered quickly, deciding that Spider-Man wasn't the one needed for this, but rather Peter Parker. He needed to speak the truth, and do it without the theatrics and snarky quips he was so used to making in the suit he wore now.

"A few years ago, I lost my uncle to this city. Coincidentally, I also had just gotten my powers around that time. There was a robbery at this gas station, and I just happened to be there as it was happening. I saw it happen, I had these abilities, but I had been so selfish that I didn't do anything about it. It was just my luck that, that was the very guy who had shot and killed my Uncle on that night. If I had stopped that guy, my Uncle, my father would still be alive today." Parker had gritted out, refusing to let himself tear up.

"I was so angry with this damned city, I blamed it. But, my uncle had said something to me when I held his dying body. 'With great power, comes great responsibility.' And those words made me realize, that I couldn't just stand by and let other people die when I could do something. So I did. I donned Spider-Man in the hopes that no one else would lose someone like I had lost my uncle." Parker chuckled afterwords, bitterness lacing his next words. "I had been wrong."

"I would assume most of New York still remembers when the Lizard had showed his ugly mug around here a few years back. The Lizard used to be a man though; he had been Dr. Curt Connors. A geneticist at Oscorp who had wanted to revolutionize the word through the means of cross-species genetics. He was, a brilliant man. And I should know, considering I knew him." Parker reminisced.

A sigh.

"If you knew him, you knew of his ambitions. One being to combine zebra-fish DNA with that of a humans, because zebra-fish had the ability to grow back their limbs. As a man who had personally lost his own arm, Conners did all he could to make it work. But he always fell short. Until I stepped in. I don't know what I had been thinking, but at the time it seemed like such a great idea; to help others being myself, and not just as Spider-Man. So I gave him the formula needed to complete the work. How did I know it? That's classified," he chuckled, "but what I can say is what he was doing, was the same way I had gotten my powers; cross-species genetics. So I helped him. And then it all went wrong. He liz'd out, and killed someone close to my girlfriend. I had created him, so I wasn't going to just let him rampage around the city killing people. He was my responsibility, so I took care of him, at a cost."

Peter was having a hard time keeping his voice steady, but he pushed forward.

"Then came the Green Goblin. My best friend had gotten cancer, and he had believed that some of my, enhanced blood would cure him. I knew it wouldn't work, but he didn't believe me. He experimented on himself, until he became twisted; until he became the Green Goblin. One night he attacked me. He lost, but, he took something from me that night." Parker halted, taking a shaky breath, lifting his head to face the camera head on.

"He killed my girlfriend. My only friend I had left." Parker lightly seethed, trying not to let out all of his anger.

"I don't want anyone's pity, that's not what this is about." Parker added quickly in annoyance.

"I have and still do all I can to keep my lives separated from each other. But no matter how hard I try, it seemingly never happens. Everyone I get close to in my other life, dies when I try to save them in this one."

"I have one person left; one person that I care about more than anything else in my life. So I suppose I should thank you, Avengers." Parker stated the last part with seething sarcasm.

"Now, I can drop this little facade and keep that one person left, safe. I don't have to worry about anyone else ever getting close to me again and dying. Not to mention I can get in my history paper next week." Parker laughed at the last bit, allowing his humor to take over once more.

"So you can say what you want, Avengers. But I reckon' it's time for me to move on. Clearly, this part of my life is gone; this part of my life that was the highlight of my stupid existence. Being Spider-Man was what made all those days getting bullied and beat at school worth while. I could escape being the lame loser that I am in real life." Parker stated, his voice taking on a sad tone.

"I'll miss it. But maybe it's for the best y'know? Now I can graduate earlier I suppose, go to University and try to make a difference as regular little old me." Parker smiled at the idea. But suddenly the smile was wiped off of his face.

"Whatever you think I did? I didn't do. You twisted words and made the people of this beautiful city hate me. I was never a villain, I would never disgrace my name. So Avenger's, I'm hanging up the suit. You don't need to worry about seeing it anytime soon, or at all for that matter. That means you get to leave me alone. " Parker gritted out, leaning closer to the camera.

"So, let's make this very clear. Don't even try to figure out who I really am. Don't you even dare. Because that last person I've got left? I am going to protect them till my dying breath. So you come after me, you come after them. And I will not let anyone else be taken from me. So get it into your thick skulls that I am not a threat anymore; I'm hanging up the towel. That's probably what you want anyways though." Parker had spoke with extreme snark and sass.

"What a pleasure it has been New York. Do me a favor though, huh; don't screw yourselves over." Spider-Man quipped one last time, before the video feed went dead and hundreds of thousands of people sat in silence in the aftermath.