"Look, God, I know supposedly everything you do is for some kind of reason. I know there's a reason you torture me with all this bad luck. But I'd like it to stop.... At least for today."
I looked the mask torn by Carnage and Venom and get a feeling of fear.
"I don't want them to come back. I don't want fight through that anymore. All I need is a good day. No more struggles... No one trying to screw up my life... Much less do I want to think about anything else but what I need to do."
Part of me was expecting an "Okay, Peter. I will give you a good day." Instead my wallet popped out and a little fell out. It was a small blue makeshift envelope with a folded sticky note inside it.
"I'll take that as a yes."
**I don't believe... But it went with the story.
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Peter's Journal
FanfictionSome stories I come up with using Spider-Man as myself. I don't own Spider-Man. Spider-Man is owned by Marvel.
