Wilted (Peter Parker x Reader)

6

Peter

"Please, Happy." I begged into the phone as I stood on the edge of a building. It had been three weeks since Y/n's disappearance, and everyone was beginning to give up. "There's gotta be something Tony can do."

"I'm sorry, Kid. He's been on a vacation. He won't be back until Friday." It was Tuesday.

"No, yeah." I sighed. "You're right. Sorry."

"Listen," Happy sighed on the other end. "I'll spread word around here for everyone to keep an eye out, just in case. They'll spread the word too. That's the best I can do."

"I appreciate it." I spoke, looking down at the city as I did all day everyday. My eyes traveled from alley, to store front, to sidewalk, pleading within them to find her.

"It'll be okay kid." He spoke before hanging up.

"Yeah." I stated, pulling the phone from my ear. I went to put my phone in my pocket, continuing to look at the people walking through the snow, but that didn't happen.

My suit didn't have pockets, causing the phone to slide down.

"Uh oh." I stated, shooting a web onto it and yanking it up like a yo-yo. With the phone in my hands again, I saw I had a new message from May.

'Please come home'

I frowned harder and began my travel back home, knowing how worried I was making her.

To say I was freezing was an understatement. I could have turned on the heaters in my suit, but I didn't care. Y/n was out there somewhere, battling the cold all alone.

All alone.

I growled at my thoughts and leaped off of the building, yanking my mask on with my left hand and slinging a web with my right.

As I flew between buildings, the air bursted between all my limbs. I was cutting corners sharp, not having a care in the world as I headed for home.

I neared the building quick, not having time to slow down. I smacked into the brick wall, luckily holding my arms and legs out just in time to stick the landing. As if that was impressive anymore.

I climbed down the building, not being able to go through the window. May would ask how I got in with out her seeing me, and I couldn't lie anymore. I knew I wouldn't be able too.

With that thought in mind, I crawled into the alley and took my suit off. The air gave me goosebumps as I pulled out my hidden bag and changed into regular clothes.

I held the suit in my hand, staring at it with mixed emotion.

The lie of a lifetime.

I shoved the suit into the bag and took in a shaky breath.

"Where the hell are you (your nickname)?"

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Narrator

You lurked in the shadow of a corner store, gazing into a street lamp's glow across the street. Your angry, growling stomach made you anxious for someone to walk into the light.

You watched the lamp like a lioness stalking her pray. You felt barbaric, but your stomach overpowered your remorse.

You don't remember how long it had been, or what day it was, but the last time you ate was two days after you had taken the food and discovered your angry touch.

Your thoughts of that night were startled away as a figure came into view, casting a shadow across the pavement.

You stood up from the couched position you were in, and walked carefully though the shadows. You avoided all light possible, until you were right behind him.

"Excuse me sir?" You spoke in a shaken voice. The man turned around curiously. His mustache and beard were messily spread across his face, but his eyes were full of adventure and wonderment.

"I'm so hungry. Spare some change?" You asked, holding your hand open flat to him. Your body shivered as you looked up at him with sore eyes.

"Oh... I'm sorry. I don't have any cash..." He spoke. You could tell he was lying, his eyes said it all.

"You're a liar..." You spoke, gazing into him with deep, critical eyes.

"What?" He asked, taking a step backwards. Who wouldn't be afraid of some strange girl in the middle of the night?

"I'm hungry." You growled, taking a step towards him.

"What're you, on drugs? Get away from me!" He scoffed, beginning to walk away.

You watched him take a few steps, almost sorry for your own behavior. However, the bill nearly falling out of his back pocket proved your suspicions to be true. He was a liar, and he deserved punishment.

It didn't take long for you to catch up with him, and gently take his rough hand.

He didn't get a chance to speak before heavily falling to the ground.

"You're a liar." You growled down at him as his eyes remained open. He had traveled to a part of town that was silent and closed off by neighborhoods. It was so dark, none of them would have been able to see you.

With that thought, you sat beside the body you just laid to rest.

You stared down at your fingers, the simple touching tool you used to completely remove a life. So easy, so delicate, so filling.

The same fingers tingled, for excitement or hunger; You didn't know.

His wallet stuck lightly out of his back pocket, where a five dollar bill barely clung to safety. You plucked the cash out before following with the wallet.

His ID read Ted Smith.

You pocketed his wallet, leaving his ID for someone to find.

You felt bad, for sure, but like you said, he was a liar.

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