Irondad and Spiderson // One Shots

Everything I've Done Is For You (1)

(Quick A/N: Sony get your shit together and stop acting like a five year old. You be looking like a real clown right now 🤡🤡🤡) pic above is me to Sony.

Petition to raid Sony/Disney instead of Area 51→

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"Peter! Peter! Where did you go!"

"Where is my son!"

"Ma'am, sir, your son is gone."

I jolted up in my bed, breathing heavily. I looked around and noticed my pillow was drenched with sweat.

I haven't had that dream in a few years. Why is it coming back?

I shook my head, there's no use in pondering on something that won't be answered.

"Gavin Jade! Time for breakfast!"

My name is Gavin Jade Reed. I'm 13 years old and my parents are Samantha Reed and Connor Reed.

"Mom?"

My mom turned around as she picked the pan up off the stove.

"What is it hunny?" She asked as she scraped some eggs on my plate.

"Do I know anyone named Peter?"

My mom stopped and sat the man down on the table, she sighed and ran her hand through her hair, a sign that she was anxious.

"Is it about that dream you've been having?"

I've told my mom about the dream before but she's always found excuses to avoid the topic and talk about something else.

"Yeah, can you please not avoid it this time?"

Mom say down in the chair beside me and moved some hair away from my face. "I guess you're old enough to know."

I nodded my head and leaned forward. She's finally telling me.

"Peter was a kid you knew back when you were three, you two were the best of friends. Then one day after he and his parents left the house after a play date..." Mom trailed off, running her hand through her hair again.

"What happened?" I knew it was pushy to press my mom when she gets anxious but I've had this dream for so long. I just want answers.

Mom took in a deep breath and looked me in the eyes. "When they left they went to the store and came out without Peter."

"What?" I knew where this was going, but I bad a horrible feeling crawling up my back.

"Peter was found the next week, but he wasn't returned to his parents. He had been murdered during that time. I never told you because I hoped you would forget about it and be happy. But I guess I couldn't keep it from you forever."

I sat back in my chair. I felt conflicted and uneasy, I get the uneasy part, I mean my apparent best friend had been murdered, but conflicted? There was nothing to feel conflicted about, but if that's the case then why does it feel like she's not telling me everything?