Spiderman Oneshots (Completed)

The Sculpture and The Flame

It's Spideychelle, so you don't need to ask "wHo iS sHe???"

He was an ice sculpture, not to be tampered with.

Because one small push can lead to him shattering into a million pieces.

He was an ice sculpture, made to become what other people made him. Never able to choose his own shape.

People were always taking away pieces of him to make him into their perfect image.

He was an ice sculpture, beautiful yet delicate. You shouldn't touch ice sculptures, they're too cold. Too delicate.

If he shaped himself the way he wanted to shape himself, he would be imperfect. Distorted. Ugly. No one wants an ugly ice sculpture.

But what if no one physically pushes him? What if they go too far in trying to change his shape?

Well, everyone would witness the crack in the ice.

She was a flame, not to be tampered with.

Because even the quickest of touches would leave someone hurt.

She was untamable, she could give you warmth but she could also leave you in pain.

She was lonely, she wanted someone to have and to hold. But she was too reckless, she was too much.

She wasn't a fire, she was a flame.

Because a flame has a lesser chance of hurting someone.

One day, they met.

On a candle she sat, when suddenly an ice sculpture was wheeled in across the room.

He was beautiful, sparkling, radiant.

Everything she was not.

He greeted her the second he got the chance, and to say she was startled was an understatement.

No one wanted to talk to a flame, what if she hurt them?

She felt herself get a little bit warmer.

She wanted more of him, as he did her.

So when he was wheeled out that night, she moved herself onto a different candle, one that was closer to him.

When he came back the next day, he was overjoyed to discover she was closer to him.

But they both knew she could be closer.

When he was wheeled out the next day, she decided to move even closer.

When he was wheeled in the next day, he was ecstatic to see her so close.

He loved her, god he loved her.

They talked and laughed together, enjoying each other's company.

She confessed his feelings to him thy at day, and he returned her affections appropriately.

And just when everything seemed perfect, he had melted.

He was gone.

She was alone.

He was poured into a bucket, and taken somewhere else.

While he was gone, the person who took him away came back.

With a look of annoyance, he blew her out.

He woke up in a freezer, alone, and as a single block of ice.

Someone came in, and took him.

After being sculpted again, he was placed back into the room.

Except there was no flame.

And he was alone.

He knew he shouldn't have gotten close to anyone.

Because he was an ice sculpture, not to be tampered with.

A/N:

And that's the final draft I had. I can finally start some new stuff.

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