Irondad and Spiderson One-shots (Discontinued)

Crybaby ~ Angst (2/3)

I got a request to make a second part, so. Here we go! (This was supposed to be before the soul stone chapter, but I finished that one before this one, so I figured I'd post that one and finish this one after)

(Peters POV)

I don't even know where I'm going. I'm just going random directions. I can't see either. The tears in my eyes are blocking me from being able to see properly. My vision is blurry. And the thing is...

I don't hear anything behind me.

That's the most heartbreaking thing. That now that I'm gone, they truly don't care. They don't care that I'm gone. The Avengers aren't saving civilians like they're known for. And, I can't blame them.

I'm not something worth going back for. Am I? If I am, it definitely doesn't show now.

I eventually drop into a soundless alleyway. Only the droplets of water and murmuring of people of New York fill my ears. And I hear laughter. I would kill just to be able to have fun and laugh again. Like the good times. When I was a kid. When I was oblivious to everything. And I didn't have to worry about anything. I was safe in my parents arms.

Was.

Now, I'm basically homeless. I mean, there's the apartment. But I'd rather not go back there. And even if I did, the funds for it would not be there. So, I have one more option, and it's to handle living out here. And be Spider-Man. Because what do I have to lose?

Nothing, actually. I'm a shell of the person I used to be. Just a reminder. A small part of me wants to go back. To plead for them to take me back.

But another part of me is keeping myself away from them.

I walk to the back of the alleyway and sit up against the wall. I could hide out here for now. When I feel alright again, maybe I'll have the confidence to go back to school. And live a not-so normal life.

(~Two Weeks Later~) (Third Person POV)

Peter walked into school with a navy blue hoodie and jeans. The hood was up on his head, so it casted an ominous look on his already emotionless expression. Some people looked at him in confusion and some looked in... sympathy?

He wasn't so sure, but. He also didn't care. He had nothing left. So why was there a reason to care?

He walked into school and immediately got greeted by the principal. "Mr. Parker. Where'd you go for two weeks?"

Peter looked up slightly, keeping his expression. "Getting my life together."

The principal was taken aback. "Wh- What?" He was more confused than anything.

But, much to his surprise, Peter just shook his head and walked to his locker. And waiting for him, of course, was Flash.

"Hey Penis! What's going on in the miserable life of yours?" Flash said, making his goons laugh. He himself smirked.

Peter shot him a look which made Flash tense up. Peter just glared at him until he moved. And Flash obeyed, actually scared of how he was acting.

Flash cleared his throat and Peter grabbed his stuff, closing the locker. He cleared his throat again, trying to get Peter's attention. But failing miserably.

Peter locks the locker and walks past Flash, listening to his insults and almost the whole hallway either laughing or just staring in confusion at the new and broken Peter Parker.

Peter eventually turned on his heels to look at Flash. "SHUT UP! DO YOU NEED ME TO EXPLAIN WHAT THAT MEANS?!?"

Flash and most of the hallway went silent. It was just full of murmuring now and wide-eyed expressions. Peter seemed drastically different. It was like the opposite of the usual. Like a copy. But so, so much worse.