Peter Parker Oneshots

Deserve

A/n: idk. Enjoy~!

You didn't know why this was happening. You didn't deserve this.

Peter had just asked you to be his girlfriend. Which was amazing! You'd had a crush on him since he started coming around. He hung out with the Avengers, and you were apart of them. Another thing you didn't deserve.

You thought it was a prank. But Peter is too kind to do that. Maybe a dare. No, there was nobody there but you two as of now. This had to be real.

You didn't deserve this...

"What?" Peter asks. Shit you didn't say that out loud did you?

"I don't deserve this." You say a little louder, but barley above the way you just whispered.

"What do you mean?" He chuckles nervously.

"You don't know who I am Peter. You know my name. You know my birthday. You know my favorite, almost everything. But you don't know who I am, where I've been, or where I came from." You whisper, looking at Peter with scared eyes. He didn't understand. Why do you think you didn't deserve this? He didn't deserve this.

"I'd love to learn.... if you want to tell me." He says.

"Haha, okay." You say quietly. Then you explain.

You had a normal life for the first five years. Then your parents were killed. You didn't remember who, but you remember them inviting friends over, sending you to bed, tucking you in.

Then a loud shriek. You ran down stairs, and saw a man with brown hair and a metal arm squishing your mother's throat like a bug. You tried to scream, run, cry. But you stood there. In fear. You later found out that man was Bucky, a now close friend of yours. You didn't blame him.

You lived on the streets for a few months. Until a man asked you why you were there. You explained. He told him he'd help you get vengeance, be the good guy. Help you become the hero of your own story.

He trained you. They thought to give you the serum. But he said no. Let's see how far she can get on vengeance. By age eight you could rip an average grown man limb from limb. You were smart, agile, strong. They said for helping you, you owed them. So you killed for them. Until you were thirteen years old.

You came face to face with Nick Fury at that time. He told you the truth. He told you they were the ones to kill your parents. You were shown a video of Bucky killing your parents. It took you a few minutes to process this. He told you he could help you. That with your abilities you could do good. He told you about the Avengers. You quickly made your way to where you could defeat Natasha Romanoff. You never did though. You never fought members of your team.

After a year of therapy you became a functioning member of society. And you decided to not blame Bucky for killing your parents. You knew how manipulative they could be.

One day, you came face to face with the man who raised you. With tears rolling down your face you ripped his arm off and squished his neck with your foot.

Peter stares at you.

"Why do you think you don't deserve to be happy? You didn't know what you were doing was wrong. They made you believe you were in the right. It's not your fault." He asks.

"You don't get it, do you? I'm supposed to be the bad guy. The bad guy doesn't get what they want. They don't get what they don't deserve. I don't deserve a happy ending. You do. You're a good guy. You've done nothing wrong in your life and when you got powers you used them for good. I was raised to be a bad guy." You say, voice breaking.

"No you aren't. You are the good guy now." He says.

"Peter-!" You say, slightly angered, before he cut you off with a kiss. He didn't know what he was doing, but it made you calm down, so he doesn't stop until you kissed back, and he knows you are calm.

"No. You deserve happiness. If you didn't, fate wouldn't give it to you." He whispers.

You kiss him again. Whether you deserved it or not. You had happiness.