‘ Poor Peter Parker. ‘
He could feel his throat closing, the scaly green tail wrapped around his neck was crushing his windpipe.
He felt so weak, Peter could tell that the way his eyes watered gave him away. So many things were broken; his web shooters, probably his wrist, and his pride.
This was Peter’s fault. Everything always was.
Connor’s wouldn’t have been able to become a monster if it wasn’t for him if he just used his brain and hadn't given him the equation— everyone would have been okay.
For fucks sake, all he needed to do was use that big brain and realize what would happen. Getting bit by a spider gave him great powers— like spider sense —but it also mutated him; he sticks to anything he touches subconsciously, and he has to think about things he doesn’t want to break— he literally has holes in his wrists.
Peter was half spider, half man. Why would Connor’s be any different?
He could try and reason with himself, try and say that he thought it was only being used on rats, because he did. But he saw how excited Conner got, he saw the look in his eyes when Peter handed over the solution to all his problems. He should’ve known.
‘ No mother, no father, all alone. ‘
He was so desperate for something he already had. Peter sacrificed his happiness— his family —and for what? For this? For the only father he’d ever had to be taken away from him? For his aunt May to sleep alone on the couch in an ice-cold house every night?
Peter disregarded the man who raised him, for someone who just wanted his father. A science partner, rather than a son.
Ben didn’t understand the things Peter talked about, he didn’t understand the math and science that he’d been interested in since his parents left, but he tried.
Uncle Ben tried.
Peter gave up his uncle, his father, for science. He gave up a heart, for a brain; and it’s something he could never take back.
He’s never going to have that, never again. Peter got his father killed.
Spider-Man, this hero that’s supposed to be idolized, someone who’s supposed to help— giving up everything for such a selfish reason.
Maybe he deserved this. Deserved to die as a consequence of his own actions, getting strangled to death by a giant lizard while wearing red and blue spandex.
‘ He’s not alone. ’
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Why did Captain Stacy go?
From their first meeting, he could tell that he didn’t like Peter. Imagine how it looked; the boy your daughter asked to invite over for dinner is standing in her room, so close to her their chests are almost touching and he’s carrying a backpack and some dead-looking flowers.
And then, that same boy starts an argument with you inside your kitchen, about a criminal vigilante.
Weeks later, he runs into your police station and starts yelling about how the man who your daughter works for— the one giving her glowing college recommendations —is running around New York dressed, no no, turning into, a giant lizard.
A few days after that, the menace you’ve been chasing who’s now using the moniker Spider-Man, is running around rooftops. You finally have the opportunity to catch him.
He’s standing right in front of you, mask in hand while you have a gun pointed at the back of his head. When he turns around, it’s him. Your daughter’s boyfriend, begging you to let him go.
That’s what Captain Stacy did. He let Peter go.
Gwen was safe, she was far away from any of this shit going on with the lizard, but Stacy still showed up.
Peter understood.
After rushed thoughts, Peter actually understood. It was his responsibility. That’s why he showed up— not because he liked Peter, or wanted to shield him from harm— it was because he had a duty to protect New York. He was fulfilling his responsibility.
This is what he gets, a sharp claw piercing through his chest and leaving him to bleed out.
He was halfway dead by the time Peter got to him.
‘ Promise me something. ‘
Everything leading up to this was trying to prepare Peter for death. He accepted the fact that he’d die, embracing it even.
Nothing could’ve prepared him for this.
He didn’t want to bring down anyone else with him, he never wanted to force Gwen to go through what he went through.
It seemed like he made everything fall apart around him.
He couldn’t let it happen. Peter couldn’t let Gwen end up like this, he couldn’t drag her into all of this.
“ I promise. “