Spiderson Oneshots [HIATUS/VERY RANDOM UPDATES SORRY!]

Fuck with me, I fuck with you Pt2.5

Quick notice before the chapter starts, thank you all for the support and concern on a previous chapter - I'm a bit better now. Also thank you so so so so so so so much for 5k reads! Anyway onto the chapter!

Btw this is a back story chap I guess? Basically a reason for Peter being so cold and cruel most the time. Basically you're on the pop quiz of dark!Peter lore of my version and this is the cheat sheet. Hope you guys enjoy!

Hate. People say it's a strong word, but for me it's always used so loosely I don't find meaning in it. Like a joke, you over use it and you lose the most import part. The power behind it. I went through a lot. I was always told to be better. That I would never be worth anything if I didn't get better.

So I did everything they told me, smiled through it all, did everything and more. Went above and beyond. 

They told me to aim higher.

I got top in every class, miles ahead of the rest. I studied all night. I built the most complicated things I could.

They told me to try harder.

I distanced myself from friends and focused on my work. 

My friends told me they hated me. My classmates told me they hated me. Everybody told me they hated me.

And they told me to do better.

Better. To do better? Better? Better? BETTER?

I snapped. The cracked glass gave under the pressure. But as you do when a grass breaks, you sigh and think 'what a shame' before cleaning it up and forgetting about it.

People took advantage of me. A child willing to do anything to please, a child who wanted nothing more than to please those higher. A child!

They hated me. So I hated them as well.

But my hate was different, not a worn out word used by the ones who'd kick me to the floor and laugh and they broke a rib or two, not a word to show distaste and disgust. But a word of years and years of bottled up bitterness and annoyance and anger, years of pure hate. 

I changed schools. I made new friends, ones who were just like me. I dyed my hair, pierced whatever I could, and showed the world what broken glass looks like stained black.

I showed the world their creation.

But not those like me, or those close. They're the only people who didn't want this, they don't deserve to see it, not with the kind souls.

But the rouge Avengers? The ones who I had joked with, played with, talked to, confided in? The ones who turned their backs on my family?

They could burn in hell.

Okay so I know this is super edgy, but Peter in this AU is edgier than Virgil Sanders depressed (I ship prinxiety fight me). Also forshadowing.... anyways sorry for this being late and the next chapter (Peter will fight Steve in this one don't worry) will probably be pretty late. I did just finish school (finally), but I would like to have some time to myself. Knowing me though I'll be writing the chapter tonight. Well thank you all for the support!

*Vanishes in puff of smoke, snagging a caprisun on the way*

@WonderousWinter & @This_MARVELous_World (idk how to tag)

;) *Slurps obnoxiously from the caprisun*