Spider-Man Imagines

You Promised (Part One) | Peter Parker (TH)

Alright so this idea popped into my head. It's really awful but I needed to get this out as soon as I could. 

Warning: It's like, pretty angsty.

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An incident occurred several weeks ago. You got caught up in it and it gave you the ability to manipulate electricity. The crime boss known as Kingpin tried to capture you and use your abilities for his own work. Your mother tried to save you from him.

You managed to get away.

But Kingpin and his men killed her.

The loss of your mother broke you. Your father had already passed away years ago. Now the loss of both parents hurt so much that you managed to cry long after your mother's funeral. You were alone and scared. And it was all because of them.

After that you swore revenge on Kingpin and every single person who worked for him. You blew up buildings. You attacked them in their homes. You used your powers to get revenge. 

Newspapers and online media referred to you as a Menace.

The attacks and explosions you caused hurt innocent people along the way. But you didn't care. Kingpin and his goons haven't even gotten half of what they deserved.

Spider-Man has been getting in your way since then.  Most of the time he would stop your plans and save the people you were trying to hurt, but he never managed to catch you.

....

Peter was exhausted. Last night's battle with the villain Menace left him sore almost everywhere. His eye still stung from one particular hit.

He didn't know how he was going to defeat this new villain. She almost managed to kill four people last night. All but one worked for Kingpin. Menace seemed to only go after Kingpin and people that worked for him, but she didn't seem to mind harming innocent bystanders along the way. 

The police were after her, too. They wanted her off the streets, dead or alive. 

She needed to be stopped.

"Peter?"

His head shot up. "Hmm?"

"You almost dozed off into your mashed potatoes," You said. "Are you okay?"

Peter glanced down at his lunch tray. He'd been so caught up in his thoughts that he wasn't paying attention to anything in front of him. Not even Ned's story about how he almost broke his TV playing video games.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. I'm just...I'm just tired."

He stabbed into his food, playing around with it.

"How did you get that black eye?"

He froze. "Um....I fell."

You gave him a look. "Must've been one nasty fall." 

"Yeah," he said, forcing a chuckle.

Peter was definitely lying. A fall could not have made a bruise like that.

"Hey, (Y/N), did you finish your paper for English? You said you were struggling with it earlier," Ned said. "I could help if you want. Want me to review it for you?"

"Yeah, it's—" You looked to your side and didn't see your backpack anywhere. "Oh, shoot. I forgot my backpack in the science lab. I'll be right back."

You were about to stand up when Peter spoke. "Here, I'll get it for you."

"Oh," you said, shocked. "Um, thanks, Pete."