This story was inspired by Tony_Loki 's "My Life" trilogy and Potterharry01 's oneshot book. I don't own Marvel.
Peter POV
Running.
That's all I've been doing ever since the day my life fell apart.
Trees blur the edges of my vision.
No one to turn to.
My feet beat in a steady rhythm against the pavement below.
No where to go but on.
I stumble into a man who yells at me, but I keep running.
I have to move on.
My breathing becomes more rapid.
Accept that I'll never find a home.
I'm hungry, but I already ate my one meal for today.
Accept that I'll never be loved.
I duck into a nearby alley, scaring a couple of stray pigeons away. Rain pelts my back which just make my injuries worse. I take a deep breath and slump against the building.
I don't care anymore if my clothes get dirty anymore. Only Mrs. Johnson would care. I would have to suffer the consequences.
Not if I don't go back, my mind reminds me. This thought haunts me with every choice I make. But I couldn't do that. CPS would just find me again. Maybe one day. But not today.
Resigned to my fate, I stood up and made my way back to the orphanage.
So hi! I'm back with another book that probably no one will read! *waves to nonexistent readers* I hop you enjoy this and it don't own Marvel!
Also, I was thinking of changing my pen name to Isabelle so please tell me what you think!
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