𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞? [𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

[one]

Let's get this over with, shall we?

My name is Peter Parker. I'm 30 years old, married to a beautiful woman and a father of two beautiful kids. I retired from being Spider-Man when I was 25 years old, and I've been living a peaceful life ever since.

What more could a man want?

Well, besides having a painful past, I had everything I needed.

My past? Do you really want to know about that?

Alright, I guess I'll tell you.

When I was 6 years old, my parents died. A plane crash. I was sent to live with my aunt and uncle in Queens. There is where I met my best friend. (Y/n) (L/n). I met her when I was 9, and we were inseparable from the first time we met.

When we were 15, we started dating. I messed up here and there, breaking her heart a couple of times. Each time I regretted it more and more, and as the days went on it weighed me down.

She was close to being 16 before an incident happened. You see, (Y/n) was kidnapped by a crazy organization called HYDRA, and there she was pumped with a weird serum that made her crazy powerful. Crazy, I know.

There was a girl named Chaz who was her only weakness, and one day Chaz snapped and killed (Y/n). That's all I'm going to say about that for now.

You'll find out soon enough. Heck, hopefully you know all of this already.

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"Peter?" My wife, Mary Jane, asked me from the kitchen. She was making cookies for my 10 year old son's bake sale.

"Yes?" I asked, walking into the kitchen. My son, Ben, was covered in flour, while MJ was covered in egg. I laughed and shook my head.

"Can you get some towels?" MJ asked. I nodded and walked into the bathroom. Humming a tune to a random song, I walked back to the kitchen and handed it to MJ.

"Here you go," I said before kissing her cheek. She smiled as I walked out of the kitchen, only to run into my daughter, Rosie.

"Hi daddy!" She said happily. She was holding a dusty picture frame. Rosie was 6 and full of wonder.

"Hi Rosie! What do ya have there?" I asked, taking the frame from her. It was a plain black frame with a crack down the center of the glass.

A photo of me and a girl. From my freshman year of high school, I think. I didn't recognize the girl.

Or at least I didn't let myself recognize her.

"Who's that?" Rosie asked. I tucked the picture frame under my arm and shook my head.

"No one, sweetie. Go play," I said with a sigh. She ran off into her room as I took the frame to the attic.

I pulled down the ladder and climbed up it, careful not to drop the frame. The attic was dark and dusty, so I turned on a light.

There was a box labeled "HIGH SCHOOL", so I put the frame in there. Funny; what's in this box anyways? I looked through it, only seeing old high school shirts and trophies.

Then, I pulled out a familiar red and blue suit. The Stark Suit.

I hadn't talked to Tony Stark in years. Or any of the Avengers, really. I guess I just grew out of the superhero thing.

I shoved the suit back in the box and walked downstairs. Mary Jane and Ben were cleaned up and the house smelled faintly of cookies.

"What were you doing in the attic?" Mary Jane asked.

"Just putting away something Rosie found," I said with a smile. Mary Jane shrugged and walked into the living room, where a movie was playing.

"What's on?" Ben asked, running into the room.

"Scooby Doo!" Rosie yelled, popping her head out from under a pile of pillows she was hiding under.

"Awesome!" Ben said, hopping on the couch. Mary Jane and I smiled at each other before sitting next to him on the couch. She leaned her head on my shoulder and I put my arm around her.

This is all I've ever wanted. A loving family, a beautiful wife, and for everything to be at peace.

What more could I need? is probably what you're asking yourself.

I felt empty. There was a hole inside of my heart that only one thing could fill. I had no idea what that thing was, but decided to ignore it. I knew that one thing could ruin everything, and everything was so perfect.

I didn't want to tell Mary Jane about this, though. She would call me out for it and get angry with me.

We both know that it's because of (Y/n). The first girl that showed me love.

Ever since I married Mary Jane, I felt empty and terrible about myself. Probably because I married the woman I cheated on (Y/n) with. Man, if she was alive today things would be so different.

Would we end up together? Would we separate and never see each other?

Some days I wish she was still alive, but I always mentally scold myself for thinking that way. I had everything I needed right here.

Or did I?