𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝙾𝚏 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛

Nothing but pain//part 1

badass/broken/sorta homeless Peter AU also mentions of blood pain and swear words as usual. Fluff soon:)
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Red.

Oh, how beautiful the crimson colour was. It reminded me of of...blood.

There was a sharp pain in my chest every time I moved. Breathed even. My knuckles were sore and swollen, dried blood stained on a few. At least it was worth the pain, the physical kind. Nothing compared to the mental pain they ingrained in my head.

Homeless,

unloved,

die.

Flashback:

"Hey, Parker!"

I turned around, facing Flash Thompson, the second bad boy in the school. That's right, second. I of course was first holding the record of getting into fights the most. My reputation was outstanding. Everyone feared me or discreetly disliked me.

Flash and his goons, however, weren't afraid to show me their pure hatred, and that's what I wanted. Most of the time they left me alone, occasionally calling me names in the hallway, except for today.

I turned around rolling my eyes, positioning my beanie.

"What do you want Thompson?" I sure hope he could notice the annoyed expression on my face. I swear to god if that pathetic excuse of a teenage boy doesn't get away from me I might pu-

"I propose a challenge." He smirked, leaning against the locker. What does he want now? I rose a brow, my lips forming into a thin line.

"And?" I rolled my eyes unimpressed, ready to walk away when he grabbed my arm and pinned it to the locker door.

"You and me."He pointed a finger at my face, still keeping a tight hold on my arm. He and I knew, him especially that I could easily break out of his hold and beat him to a pulp. But I didn't, my curiosity being the only reason why.

"We're going to fight tomorrow after school, and if I win, you relinquish your place of number one, and leave queens. Forever." I scoffed, yanking my arm from his hold.

"You're ridiculous to think I'm leaving queens. Or even fight you. Piss off you big bag of shit." I walked away, fed up with his bullshit. Or even anyones bullshit today, I just wanna go home.

"Okay. I know your afraid to lose, I'll just find someone better than you." I stopped, turning around to a smug grinned Flash. Of course he knew I wouldn't back down from a challenge like this.

"Fine loser. But if you go home to your daddy tomorrow crying don't blame me." I muttered in a mocking tone.

He clenched his fists, giving me a stone cold look.

"Be there at 4. At the warehouse. No sooner, lo later. Be ready to lose asshole."

I nodded my head licking my lips, not letting the petty insult get to me. I know better than that. I began my trench home, unfortunately having to walk in the rain. By the time I got to my shit excuse of a home, I was drenched in water.

I dried my hair the best I could with an old shirt, putting a hoodie on top of my wet clothes. I sat on the creaky matress, bringing an old ragged blanket to my shoulders. I tried to keep my shivers to a minimum, and the sobs to be muffled.

My exterior my be tough, but that doesn't mean I'm strong on the inside.

Sometimes I wish I could just-

Bang bang bang!

I jolted from my bed, becoming suddenly aware of my surroundings. My adrenaline kept my shivering body warm. I stood up, walking carefully to the door, a single knife in my hand.

I looked through the peephole, seeing a large man from manhattan whom I owed money for two years or so. His beard was scruffy, and his eyes looked so dull, so ready to kill.

shit

I dropped my knife out of shock, making a clattering noise. I frantically ran to my bedroom window, attempting to pry it open with a crow bar. Why, because I had to jam it shut thanks to how cold it is and how crappy this apartment is.

I pried it open, but not much after I heard two loud bangs, followed by a crash. I climbed out the window, ready to slide down the firescape, when a large hand grabbed my neck roughly pulling me up.

I got slammed into a wall, the pressure knocking the air out of me, making it almost impossible to breathe. He realeased me, dropping me on the floor.

"Where is the money you owe me Parker!"

I must've looked so weak during that moment, something someone like me loathes doing. I hate being vulnerable.

"I don't have your money, please I don't have anything." My voice sounded so weak, so broken, I couldnt even say another word without my voice breaking. He lifted me up in the air once again, holding me by the neck, blocking my airways.

"Then I guess I'll have to force it out of you." My heart plummeted at the thought at being beated to death. Ive been in fights, many of them even, but I have never been this afraid.

One blow turned to many. It hurt so bad. Every punch to my stomach i thought I was die, every punch to the face I felt a little more broken everytime. Blood trickled from nose dribbling down to my mouth.

The coppery taste was so horrid, yet so familliar. I couldnt feel anything, I felt so numb, so cold. He was readying to make another blow to my ribs, when I put my arms up in surrender, straining to say I would give him what little money I had. If I hadnt, that blow could've killed me.

"O-ok. It's in the cupboard." He let me go, my head hitting the floor for how weak I was. And felt.

I don't remember much other than him taking what little money I has left, and leaving me bruised broken and battered to the floor.

I scrambled to my bed, laying down and staring at the ceiling numb, feeling nothing but pain.

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Part 2 as soon as I can. If yall have stuff to request write in the comment. I'll do anything but smut. I'm sorry I've been procrastinating my mental health hasn't been all that great. Anywho hope y'all have a wonderful day/night and tysm for 3.6k reads:)

Byes~

Spidey out💓🕷