Peter Parker Stories

Song Fic - Alone

Okay, so I've never done one of these before so I don't know how they are actually supposed to work, but this song is Alone by Nick Collins. I just wanted to use the lyrics in it so let's see how this turns out. I'll put the lyrics in bold and I only changed a couple of the ages.

Eight years old and he's kicking and screaming.
"I'll only go to school if you give me a reason!" His father put him down and kneeled down to look at him, while his mother stood with a sad look on her face.
"The kids are really mean and I already know all the things they're teaching." His father sighed and just walked out.
"I don't care, you are going to school." His mother, Mary Parker, sighed and walked out to the car, her son following.
Hopped in the car, mama let him play hookey. She parked in front of a cafe and he and his mother talked about science and her job.
He had always been interested in his parents work but his father wanted him to be more sporty.
He eventually made it to school and entered his classroom.
"Missed the first hour just to get a cup of coffee?" His teacher Miss June questioned, eyebrow raised.
Peter just walked to his seat and slumped down. He wanted to spend more time with his mother. She's the only one who saw who he was, no one else could read him.
His teacher always commented on his tardiness, especially to his parents.

Flashback
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"Showing up late?" His father would ask, eyebrows furrowed.
"But he makes it to class." His mother would always point out. Miss June sighed and gave Peter a pointed look.
"Just to stare at the window and the clock in the back." His teacher would say.
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End of Flashback.

Peter stared out the window, to see it was raining. He daydreams away to the sky so gray.
'Everything's simple' He thinks in frustration as the teacher started to babble on about the seven times table.
It's driving him mental.
"Peter, what are you doing?" Miss June asked, trying to keep a calm face.
"Wishing everyday that something would change." He said in a whisper.
"What was that?"
"Nothing." He begrudgingly  got back to work until the bell eventually went for the end of the day.
When he got home, he wanted to work on science projects with his mum. Instead his dad makes him play ball by the bay.
He loved his father, he really did, but his father wanted him to socialise with other kids and play sports. And every time he cries, father rolls his eyes saying;
"Son it's all your fault, how come you never try?"
That would always just make him cry harder, while his mother looked on in sadness at her son.
'He does all that he should.Why is he misunderstood?'

You see, this isn't a normal story for a young boy.
This is the story 'bout a broken boy, with his headphones in just to block out the noise. Of everyone around him telling him the way to go, so he walks the world alone.
Peter walked down the street, wondering if it gets better, or if he's always going to feel empty forever.
He eventually realises he took a wrong turn and runs back the way he came. So he gets lost, trying to find another way back home.
He gives up and sits on a bench crying, before thinking that he was smart and independent. He could find a way back.
So, he begins his track back home, as he walks the world alone.

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His parents died that same year, and now he's fourteen years old and he's drowning his sorrows: smoking weed, drinking cheap liquor out the bottle.
His aunt and uncle had taken him in but he had let his uncle die. He always tried to find a way to forget everything.
One way was to hang out with some of the people from school, but they weren't real.
He hung out with a bunch of fake friends cuz he tried to fit in but it wasn't working.
He never wanted to but he ran in with the law bout a dozen of times, nothing too bad just a few suburban crimes.
Still.
He looked at his reflection in the window and was angry with who he was now. He says to himself
"What are you doing? You don't deserve this. Don't you know nobody will ever understand? The person that you are? Learn to hold your own hand. Get your shit together and lose the weight. You'll never be what you want, no, never with that face."
He always worried his aunt, she would always ask if he was alright or if he wanted to talk.
He looked back at his reflection, and sighed. His father was right, it was all his fault.
He started writing his thoughts on paper, realized music made his life so much greater.
Time to change all his mistakes and try to lead the path he wants to lead, no one telling him what to do or who to be.
He was now 100 pounds down and he looks do different now.
As he plans his escape from a crooked hometown.
May sat in the living room, after hearing what he had said to himself.
'He does all that he should. Why is he misunderstood?'

(A/n  This is the story of a broken boy, with his headphones in just to block out the noise. Of everyone telling him the way to go. So he walks the world alone. Wondering if it gets better? Or if he's always going to feel empty forever? So he gets lost, trying to find another way back home, as he walks the world alone.)
"Alone." Peter says to his reflection.
"Alone?" His aunt questioned to herself as she stood outside her nephews door.
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Fifteen years and he's on the right path. He saves people on a daily people, as he was now known as the Friendly Neighbourhood Spiderman, the vigilante of Queens.
But sometimes he wonders if he grew up to fast. He barely had time to hang out with the only friend he had, Ned. He had already been to Germany and Mr Stark had given him a job.
But sometimes he thinks about his childhoods, and missed out on the little things
'All of the little things.' He thought wistfully. He was never like any of the other kids But now he had others who cared for him, right? Aunt May loved him and Ned and MJ always hung out with him. Mr Stark wouldn't invite him round of he didn't care about him, right?
Who is he kidding? Surely not himself. But sometimes he wonders if there's somebody else that takes the same road. But he'll never know.
Maybe there was someone else who he could relate to but he'll never know.
Cuz he walks the world alone.

Peter started crying while working in the lab. Mr Stark had left the room so he started singing the song he had written when he was younger.
"This is the story of a broken boy,
With his headphones in just to block out the noise,
Of everyone telling him the way to go,
So he walks the world alone.
Wondering if it gets better,
Or if he's always going to feel empty forever,
So he gets lost trying to find another way back home.
As he walks the world alone."
Peter felt arms wrap around him. He turned to see the person he now considered a father, who held him tight.
He quickly hugged back.
'Does it get better?'
"Does it get better?" Peter asked. Mr Stark looked at him, sorrow in his eyes.
"You don't have to be alone." Mr Stark looks at the teen.
"When I was younger, it felt I would always have to do things by myself." He thought back to when he was younger, and saw himself as he walks the world alone.
"Alone?" Mr Stark asked.
"Alone." Peter answered.
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When Thanos snapped his fingers, Peter woke up in an orange world.
There was no one around. Nobody to be with, no one to talk to.
He was alone again, but he knew he needed to find someone.
So he began the tedious trek, not realising he would never find anyone else.
Yeah, he walks the world alone.

Yeah, so sorry if this was bad. I've just wanted to try writing a song fix for awhile and so here it is. I added the song at the top so listen to it if you want to. Sorry if you didn't like it but I hope you enjoyed!

Until the next update.
Later xxx