T.W- Could be triggering to some.
(Third Person P.O.V)
Time is such a peculiar being. When you want something to happen, time slows down. When you want something not to happen, time speeds up.
Time is a cruel mistress.
At least, that's what Peter Parker thinks.
As he stood there on the top of a building. Staring teary eyed out onto the darkening skyline of Queens. Lights flashed wildly in the distance, early party goers off to have fun. Taxis and people flew by, no one noticed him, oblivious to the teen standing wearily on the ledge. All Peter could do was stare out, at seemingly nothing, yet everything at the same time.
He looks up to the clear sky, stars painting the darkness. In time stars where created. The ones brighter than the darkness around them, who fought for their happiness. Conquered their darkness and became a star in the night. Brighter than the rest. That's what Peter wanted. But time stopped him, wouldn't allow him to.
Time has been cruel to Peter. Not because it has made him look old, no it's the opposite. Peter Parker at the small age of 15 has been through more than most in his time on this planet.
The last straw sadly being his Aunt. They got told she had a few months to live. Within what felt like seconds those months were gone and Peter was well and truly alone.
People told him he would heal with time. Yet he is still waiting. Praying time would speed up and save him from his thoughts, drowning him in self pity and thoughts no one should have to deal with.
Yet it goes so, so slow.
Everyday he wakes up hoping maybe today is the day he will finally be alright. Be able to be happy, truly happy. But within seconds he knows it's not. As people would tell him. He needs time.
Standing on the ledge looking distantly out all he wants is for it to end. But he knows he can't. No matter how hard he wants to he knows it would break Tony, his adoptive dad.
Time is a cruel cruel aspect of life that everyone must deal with. Some more than others know how much time damage can do. Whether it is saving a life, waiting to see someone, waiting for life to start, spending time with people or just a bad day, time is important. Peter Parker knows this most. For time is the reason he lost his last blood relative.
It's worrying how time somehow slips through your fingers, people have moved on, people have left you. People have died. That's how time works. It will rip you to pieces and carve into you with the things you have missed or are going to miss. It will rip everything you love away from you and hurt you in so many different brutal ways.
Peter now knows this from his first hand experiences.
He steps of the edge and catches himself on his web, swinging back to the tower. Ready to repeat the process tomorrow, to see if time is on his side and will allow him to move on with his life and to finally be happy. Until then he will wait, the slow and painful wait of time.
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A/N- Well...
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