"Peter Benjamin Parker, you are hereby found guilty for the murder of Quinten Beck, AKA Mysterio,-"
"No! I didn't do it! I swear, you've got this all wrong-!" Peter shouted, lunging against the table, only for security guards to grab him by the arms and shoulders, holding him back roughly and trying to keep him in his seat while he struggled weakly against them, the judge still calmly speaking as if he hadn't burst out.
"-attempted genocide, and terrorism on foreign soil. The jury has decided that your sentence is-"
"Your honor, if I might cut in for a moment?" said a voice behind them.
The judge paused, looking displeased. "Approved."
A man in a military uniform stepped into Peter's sight, and his eyes widened in fear. Whatever this guy wanted, it couldn't be good-especially since he was setting Peter's spider sense off, if only slightly. "Sir, I would like to suggest a different sentence than the one currently planned."
The judge raised an eyebrow, and Peter's tingle strengthened. He jerked against the guards again, terror coursing through him. "Please don't," he whispered, closing his eyes again when the man spoke again.
"Might I suggest four, maybe more, depending on the behavior exhibited, years," he said. Peter's sense spiked so fast that he winced, faltering in the guard's grip.
The judge looked at the jury, who murmured quietly-then without waiting for a response from them, he banged his gavel. "It is decided. Mr. Parker will serve four, or more, years in the military as punishment for the murder of Quinten Beck."
⚠️ ⚠️ I CANNOT GUARANTEE THAT ANY OF THIS WILL BE ACCURATE REGARDING MILITARY PROCEDURES OR ANYTHING ELSE MILITARY RELATED⚠️ ⚠️
"Who's this?" Spiderman points to an old polaroid on my desk.
I glance at it, before going focusing back on Spider's shoulder, "Just a boy I was friends with in high school. He kinda just disappeared after his girlfriend died though."
"Oh. Were you close?"
I shrugged, the old feeling of bitterness reentering my heart after so many years. "I would have called us best friends, but I guess not close enough for him to want my help."
"I'm sure he just didn't want to hurt you."
"Whatever, I'm over it."
"You still have his picture."
"I said I'm over it, Spiderboy! He left, he's not my friend anymore! Not like you won't do the same thing when you leave here tonight. I helped you, and now you have no use for me. Just like Peter."
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You used to be best friends with Peter Parker. That was until he met Gwen Stacy and fell in love. And when she died due to a freak accident, Peter left you for good. You were on your own now, and you preferred it that way. No one was going to hurt you now, you just had to get through med school and you'd be a-okay.
At least so you thought. Exactly five years after the death of Gwen Stacy you find a beaten-up Spiderman laying on your porch. He could barely get out a word before you led him into your apartment and helped him clean up. After that fateful night, Spiderman would pay you almost nightly visits to fix him after his nightly patrols each night.
You couldn't help to get close to the masked man. But there was always that underlying fear that he was just using you as your other friends had? Or was there actually a friendship? As the months went on you found yourself falling for the superhero. Surely this was bound to end in disaster.
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Warnings: mentions of blood/gore/vomiting, some cussing, there will be no smut of any kind so don't ask
Disclaimer: I do not own Spiderman or any characters related to Spiderman