DEATH OF A SPIDER [one-shot]

His suit was in tatters from his final battle with his greatest enemy. But at a great cost, everyone was dead now and he blamed himself and the same thoughts keep going through his mind. That if he never put on the suit they would all still be alive. Now he had nothing left.

His body was battered and bruised and hurting, but it was nothing to the pain of his heart. Ever since the day he had lost his uncle he had tried to do the right thing because the wrong thing had cost his uncle his life. But for the past three years all he'd done WAS the right thing.

And yet still everyone close to him suffered. Now they were all gone. His life was empty and hollow now. There was nothing left for him. The police wanted him arrested for his actions and Jameson wanted to ruin him and blamed him for everything that seemed to go wrong.

He was labeled a villain but yet he wasn't. Why did everyone hate him for trying to use his powers for the right reasons? Why was he always persecuted? Why was everything in his life so hard and he'd had to suffer things no normal person his age ever had to deal with?

He had no answers. He didn't even know what to do next. His home was gone and was his family, friends...and his love. Tonight he had lost the last things in his life that mattered to him and now he had nothing left.