I miss who I used to be
September 17th 2022 10:57 PM
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The floorboards are way too creaky to just walk to the window — plus he has a top bunk so it’s easier than climbing down the stairs — so Peter has to crawl across the ceiling in bright red and blue spandex. The foster home he lives in is old but thankfully not as bad as other homes he’s been in. He’s lucky this ceiling doesn't feel like it’s about to fall in on him.
Coming towards the end of the off-white ceiling Peter turns so he’s upside down and reaches for the latch on the window, it makes an awful clicking sound. Jack turns over in his bed readjusting his blanket in the process. Peter stays still making sure the other 6 boys he shares a room with. There’s 7 boys in total but Oliver shares a bed with Olivia so he has to sleep in the girls room.
Once he’s sure everyone is fast asleep he pulls up the window. Wincing at the squeaking sound it makes—even tho it’s made that sound ever other time he’s done this—and quickly hoping out of it and sticking onto the wall outside.
He looks out into the starless night and just takes it all in. There’s honking from down below but when isn’t there? This city never sleeps after all. He tries to take it all in before he starts on patrol because he knows morning will come too quickly and his one escape from his shitty life will be gone. He never can but that won’t stop him from trying.
He climes onto the top of the roof, carful not to fall off. Last time he did some passerby got it on recording and it went viral. Deadpool & DareDevil made fun of him the whole week!
Before he starts patrol Peter thinks about the kids he’s leaving behind. Realistically he knows noting is going to happen but his mind cant help but wonder. What happens if Mr.Garcia randomly decides one of them have done something wrong and hes not there to protect them. They get hurt it’s in him it’s his fault. His fault. His fault. His-
No. He has to do this for his aunt, his uncle. For he’s parents. He has to do it for Gwen.
The thought of her burning a hole in his mind. Her charred body laying limp in his burning arms. He wasn't sure if they were burning from the heat of the fire or he had just hurt himself getting everyone else outside. That didn’t matter they were safe. Gwen was not. The closest think he has to a sister gone in the blink of an eye. He wanted to scream he wanted to cry but he did nothing it was cemented in his mind that everyone that he loves as family dies. The die because of him. It’s his fault. His fault. His fault. His fault. His fault-
He jumps off the roof.
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September 17th 2022 11:09 PM
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Swinging through the air peter is grateful for nights like these. When the air doesn't have a chill to it and these no ice or snow for him to slip on. He knows they will soon arrive with school having already started it was only a matter of time.
He abruptly stops hearing a little girl screaming out about a 3/4 of a mile away (thank you Matt for the sensory training!) there not really screams of pain there more screams of terroir. He’s heard both enough to know the difference.
“S-skip what are you doing?”
Oh great his brain hates him today, lovely. He would like to say what Steven (he doesn't deserve the nickname skip) did didn’t really effect him but that would be a lie. But at this point he’s lying 5+ times a day so what’s a little more?
He pushes down the unwelcome feelings further and springs into action not willing to let another kid go through what he did.
Once he arrives it’s at a motel there’s a pickup truck parked in-front with such a horrendous parking job it would put — to shame. Wait, what?
Who would it put to shame??? Peter isn’t sure but the name is in the top of his tongue. He shakes his head think about it later there’s people to save.
He dropes down from the wall he was clung to and suddenly he wishes that his suit wasn’t a bright red and blue. Huh, a suit design he made when he was 13 isn’t that practical. Who would have thought? But at this point it’s too recognizable to change. Maybe he should make a suit just for night missions same pattern but different colors? Maybe that would work. Wait no, Peter stop letting your brain get off track.
Deciding against just walking into the building and asking the receptionist if there are any human traffickers there, he slinks around towards the back of the building. The ruff texture of the orange-y beige walls rubbing up agains his suit catching on some of the black webbing design.
Listening to the people in the motel. There’s 5 two are a couple… um yea. He’s just happy it’s not the girl. One of them is the girl and there’s two guards standing outside her door, at least he assumes there guards he can’t really see them to tell. The spider-bite gave him a lot of powers but x-ray vision is not one of them.
Now that the coast is clear he finds the window. He can’t see inside because the curtains cover it but he can only hear one heartbeat inside the room so he climes up the wall and opens it.
The wind flys through the curtains as if it was playing with them. As if it was playing with him. With the sight he might see.
His feelings don’t start to bubble up like normal, they slowly start to seep into his bones, poison his blood, infest his brain with thoughts he doesn’t want to have. It drips from his breath escaping through his mask infecting those around him. It lingers on his fingers seeping through his suit as he tightens his grip on the windowsill.
Get. It. Together. Peter.
In one quick motion —before he can properly think about what he’s doing— he draws back the curtains revelling a little girl and shes chained to the floor.
God, they didn’t even have the decency to put her in a bed. At least she has clothes on. Great job Peter, look for the positives in fucking horrific situations!
The girl turns to him deep brown eyes wide. Tangled brown hair covers part or her face
Turing to the girl putting my hands up to show I mean her no harm.
“Hey there,”Spider-Man begins voice slightly raised so he seems more friendly. Tho he’s not sure it does anything with the voice changer he put in the suit.
“Im Spider-Man who are you?”
“Si-Six” The girl stutters out and takes a step back. Peter doesn't blame her, if he got kidnapped and then some guy in bright red spandex he’d never met tried to save him he wouldn’t talk to them.
Well he did talk to Matt now that he thinks about it…
“Is that it just six?” He inquiries
She seems to think over her answer before responding “Eleanor”
“Well isnt that a pretty name!” Spidey replies over-enthusiastically. She seemed unimpressed.
“How about I take you away from here ok?” Peter asks desperate to leave the situation.
She takes a step back, Peter stupidly reaches out to touch her and she screams.
The two men standing outside the door burst in practically ripping the door off the hinges.
Well, shit.
Acting first Peter shoots out a web and tugs guy 1 into a wall. Peter winces as he hears the wall crack. He blames his lack of control on his lack of sleep.
“Oh Einstein~” skip smirks “you know moving is just gonna make it hurt more.”
“S-skip I really don't wanna do this” tears being yo prick at peters eyes. Leaning down skip lifts peters head up to look him in the eye
“Oh Petey, friendship goes both ways you know that~” Dear god, he knew that. He hated how well he knew that.
A sharp pain eruptes from his side and he stagers back. Before he can regain himself his after his comes in. He can barely block them all. God damit these guys are trained it’s a miracle he took out the first guy so quickly.
He’s tired. Eleanor looks scared. He dosent trust himself to use more strength without killing the guy. Peter just wants to be done with this.
“OH MY GOD!” Spider-Man yells and points behind guy 2. He turns his head around wildly and Spidey kicks his feet from under him making them lose his balance and fall to the floor with a thud. Peter makes sure to web him up quick.
“Holy shit, I can’t believe that worked” Peter mutters under his breath.
“Hey you wanna leave?” He asks, turning to face Eleanor. She nods slightly.
One of the agents? Bodyguards? Assholes? The one he threw into a wall was holding onto a folder. He picks it up tucks it under his arm and webs Eleanor to his side and just like hat he jumps out the window and is off.
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September 18th 2022 12:17 AM
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Plopping down on his bed he feels a little better ignoring the stabbing pain in his side where he’s pretty sure one of the assholes broke in one his ribs.
He delivered her to the police office, and they didn’t try to arrest him!!! He’s counting that as a plus. Even if he did get yelled at by Gregory for not just coming to with the information. But Gregory is still the most tolerable out of all the officers, so still good luck he hopes?
Oh well, knowing him it’s not going to last long.
He rolls over onto his opposite side pushing Eleanors file away. Wait fuck, Eleanors file. He totally forgot to give it to that police officer. Parker luck makes a perfect entrance.
He sighs and climes down the ladder to hide it under his and toms shared bunk. He’ll get in the morning and deliver it to him on patrol it’s not like he really has anything to do.
Peter then let’s put the most annoyed groan known to man.
School.
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