Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel

We are Venom

A/N: This was a request by @Intercosmicbooks that I really enjoyed writing because I hardly write dark, emo Peter and yeah, it was fun. I actually wrote this all on  paper thinking that I had 2K of words but sadly, it's only 1.3K. But it's the content that matters, and I ask that you guys leave a comment on this fic because I worked incredibly hard on it and it's one of my favorites to write so enjoy!

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If you granted Peter Parker with three wishes, you’d probably see his face fall as he would slide his hands into his pockets to bite down the pain that trembles through him. The pain that has a permanent ache in his heart, an ache that constantly demands to be remembered, and will forever be. The ache has settled so damn deep into his heart, Peter’s sure that there’s no removing the permanent rest in his heart. 

Where did it all begin?

Depends on how much time you have. 

Some could say it started when the sky quaked, bringing the presence of the Mad Titan, bearer of the title: Thanos.

Others could say it all began when Peter Benjamin Parker was born into this cruel, yet beautiful world. Peter prefers this, because the ache had existed long before Thanos, he just had it under control. He had people who cared about him, and went out of their way to make it known that Peter was cared for. And those people kept him grounded. Stable. But now he’s all alone, and takes residence of whatever Queens or Manhattan street promises the better stay. 

A grime-riddled, weary Peter would have replied to the inquiry by saying either of the following: “For the world to not hate me.” Or, he would’ve replied, “For the people I love to come back to me.” If he was really in a bad mood, he would’ve dejectly spoken, “For me to be dead.”

You’re probably wondering why. 

After Tony Stark snapped the greatest entity of evil to ever roam the Nine Realms, laying down his own life in the process, everything spiralled downwards. Everyone he loved, let alone knew turned their backs and gave up. Captain America chose to lounge through history, tired of losing soldiers in battles he led. Thor took to the stars with the Guardians of the Galaxy, also driven so in mourning, he’d probably kill himself with the alcohol his brain itched for. The Hulk went his own way, mourning for the people he too lost, and what they used to be. Hawkeye saw no more purpose in fighting battles, not when the life and soul of his best friend was the expense for the Barton family to have someone to hold them through the nightmares that plagued far too innocent souls. Everyone packed up and left. And all Peter had, was a broken heart once more with another person he deemed family die before his very eyes. 

And there was no one there to console the trembling shoulders that refused to still. 

Certainly not May Parker, who was absolutely furious that Peter went to rescue Tony Stark and Doctor Strange, completely enraged at the fact that Peter fought and died, leaving her and everything else to suffer. Certainly not any of the moved on Avengers, or Pepper Stark who refused to look at Peter with anything but a seeth of dire hatred, blaming Peter for the cause of her husband’s death. She even coldly worded, “Tony wanted to save you, but if you didn’t die, then my husband would have still been alive! My child would still have a father! You’re a curse, Parker!”