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Peter Parker,
January 3rd, 2025.
Peter Parker—the boy who went through it all—he possibly saved the world, only for no one to even remember that Peter Parker even existed. It was a complete shit-show, he screwed everything up.
He was stupid to believe in Beck, if he hadn’t—if he hadn’t given Beck the glasses then none of this would’ve happened and Fury. Nick Fury, if he had actually been there instead of sending some—Skrulls to take over his place while he is off on some vacation on a different planet, then maybe— maybe he wouldn’t have trusted Beck. Maybe Aunt May would still be alive. Is what he tells himself in the depths of his mind—he knows he shouldn’t blame Fury for this—it’s all Peter’s fault and he knows it—He screws up everything he touches.
Everything is his fault—what happened with the Vulture and Liz, Tony’s death, the whole thing in London, Beck , the multiverse mess, Aunt May —God sometimes he wished he sent them back like Stephen wanted—and how he put M.J and Ned in danger.
Peter stood at the edge of a rooftop, clenching his fist—mask off as the raindrops came down from the sky, dropping on his face—tears poured out of his eyes.
“Hungry?”
He remembered the time May threw a banana at Peter, expecting him to catch it because of his ‘Peter Tingle’. He let out a bitter laugh—he remembered everything. At least someone has too.
“You can dodge bullets but not bananas?”
He should’ve stayed home—why didn’t he stay home?
“I thought that you could sense that with your—Peter Tingle!”
“Please stop saying Tingle, May”
All he wanted then was for her to stop saying ‘Tingle’, but now all he wants is to hear it again—why does the universe hate him?
“What if somebody had died tonight?” — “Different story, right?”
Mr.Stark—Tony, was so mad at him that day.
“Cause that’s on you ”
“And if you died. I feel like that’s on me”
‘I’m sorry, Tony . I’m so sorry’, he thought as he held back a sob—If he got the gauntlet from Thanos, then maybe Tony wouldn't be dead—maybe. He is so full of what if’s that he’s not thinking about the present.
Mantis was the first—she went out without saying a word. As soon as she was gone, Peter became scared.
“Quill?”
“Steady Quill”
That was Tony , by the looks on his face, he was terrified and shocked.
“Tony. There was no other way”
At this point, he was thinking about himself, he could feel it, his body. His body ripping itself apart again and again, as it put itself back over and over again.
“Mr.Stark?’
That was when he stopped—when he stopped trying to live. He couldn’t do it anymore. ‘I’m Sorry’. He thought as he looked up to the sky, eyes glistening with tears.
“I don’t feel so good”
“You’re alright”
“I don’t… I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t know….”
He collapsed directly into Tony’s arms—this was the first ever ‘hug’ he’s gotten from him.
“I don’t want to go, sir. Please. Please, I don’t want to go. I don’t want to go”
He begged and begged, even though he knew that there was nothing that can be done about it. What’s done is done.
“I’m sorry”
At that, he was finally gone. Until 5 years later, Tony brought everyone back. — He’s still grieving, but he doesn’t have a shoulder to cry on, since no one even remembers him. Not Happy, M.J or Ned, not even Karen or Ms. Carol. He wished everyone remembered him, but it’s safer this way.