Peter Parker- Whumptober 2019

Bloody Hands

T.W- Sadness :(

(Peter's P.O.V)

Breathing heavily i look down at my hands. They are coated in blood, not my blood. It's Tony's. I failed him, the only one i had left. 

(-4 hours earlier-)

Tony and I decided to go to the cinema, we watched Cherry. We do this whenever we can, normally we would have movie nights at the tower but occasionally we would go out. Tony believes it is like a father move to take their child to the cinema, and i guess that was true. 

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Once we watched the film we decided to walk back.

"Kiddo, i know a shortcut. Come on" he exclaims as we walk down an dark alleyway.

I can feel my spidey senses buzz lightly in the back of my head but i ignore it, thinking it was just from the creepy crawlies of the dark. Oh boy was i wrong to do that. 

As we walk side by side down the alley, i can't help but notice how it seems to grow darker with every step.

I shudder as a cold breeze sweeps over us, Tony looks down to me and smiles saying "Only a few minutes then we will be back in the warmth of the tower".

I nod and we keep going. 

My sense seem to grow stronger and so does my anxiety, every step we take it grows and i look around trying to look into the dark shadows of the walls and corners. The shadows seem to grow dangerously tall and menacing as they loom over us, like an apocalypse. 

Now my senses are screaming and i know something is wrong. Just as i stop i see 4 men step out of the shadows that seemed to encase their beings before. Each man holds a gun and has a knife tucked into the shoe or waistband. I shrink back slightly into Tony, who in turn wraps a protective arm over my shoulder. 

"I would suggest you give us everything" one guys says, holding the gun up, grip never wavering on the deadly weapon.

"Okay, just don't hurt the kid" Tony says holding up his hands, he reaches into his pockets and takes out everything. I follow suit as the gun points to me. 

The men draw closer as we put everything tentatively onto the floor, both Tony and I now have two guns pointed to us. I whimper slightly as they seem to draw closer. I may be spiderman but without the suit and mask i am Peter Parker, not spiderman. I have the same strength but not the confidence, the mask covers my pure fear. This time i can't do that. 

The men suddenly grab hold of our arms, pulling them behind our backs and rendering us immobile. I see Tony struggling and know i have to get us out. 

I lash out, elbowing both men in the gut. They both release me and i start to head toward Tony. Before i get there i feel a hand wrap around my shoulder, i turn quickly and push them away, punching them swiftly in the face. I see Tony was able to get out of the hold and is running to me, panic in his eyes. 

It all happens so so fast, yet so so slow. I feel my senses blair and someone push me, then i hear a cry. Looking over the first thing i notice is all 4 men's eyes wide and scared, faces deathly pale. I follow their gaze and see Tony fall to the floor, a knife embedded deeply in his chest. His eyes seem to search frantically around until they land lazily on me, and they relax slightly. 

The men have gone, i don't know when or how. But they are gone. 

I drop down beside T- dad and see his pale face look to me, tears fall from my eyes like a waterfall.

"I-i'm so s-so s-sorry" i say and i put my hand over the wound, knife removed by the criminal.

I desperately push down, willing it all to be okay.

"Dad please. Please. I'm s-s-so s-s-sorry" i utter out, feeling my world crash dangerously around me. 

"It's o-okay P-Petey" dad says almost silently, coughing up blood.

I shake my head as my eyes blur with more tears, falling rapidly down my face.

"I love you dad. P-Please, you can't leave me" i croak out, voice cracking at the end of my sentence.

"I love y-you too Pete. Y-You are t-the b-best kid e-ever. I l-love y-you" he says raw emotions evident. 

Blood seeps from his mouth and i see his eyes turn vacant, a single tear falling down his pale face. 

Rain starts to fall silently around me, angels weeping over their fellow fallen angel. 

I look down at my hands coated in blood. Staining my hands with the blood of a lost soldier. A lost father. My father. 

The tears are falling fast now, mixing with the puddle of blood and water on the floor. All my emotions crash on me. He is dead. It's my fault. I scream, a ear piercing and voice cracking scream, that disturbs all. His blood is on my hands and it will never leave me.

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A/N- This one made me cry, also my exams started today and I nearly died. 3 weeks to go. Yeet.

- M xx