Tired
You haven't been good for long
Is it the sound of your own thoughts
That always keeps you up at night?
Maybe it's time to say goodbye
'Cause I'm getting pretty fucking tired
You haven't felt right for days
Is it the fact you never say
What comes in your mind that day?
Maybe it's time to shut away
'Cause I've never really felt okay
'Cause I've been eating less all day
To give my brain some extra space to think
'Bout all the things to do to help
Distract me from the rude of heart
Beabadoobee- Tired
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Blinking, Peter realises that he’s in a room that he doesn’t recognise.
The room is plain, white bare walls and no furniture except a white couch.
When Peter blinks again, he sees a trail of blood leading out of the room. Hesitantly, Peter slowly walks forward to wards the door. Upon further inspection, the door (which has a little glass window at Peters’ height), has bloody handprints scattered across it.
Peter gulps loudly.
Shakily, he stretches his hand out to tryand open the door. ‘You can do it, don’t think about all the blood on the door- wait now I am thinking about it. Crap! Shut up internal thoughts you’re not helping’ Peter thinks.
Suddenly, a scream was heard from the other side of the door.
Peter jumped into action. Scrambling towards the door, he tried to open the door.
Before he could try to open it a second time, someone can be seen through the window of the door, banging their bloody hands on it smudging the glass with blood. In their eyes was a terror Peter hadn’t seen before, an unexplained terror that sent his spidey sense on full danger mode.
Looking closely at the face he realises, “MJ! MJ!”
Before he could do anything else, MJ was dragged, kicking and screaming out of his view.
Panic was the only thing he could feel. Rational thoughts evaded his mind, all he could think of was saving MJ.
Kicking at the door, he tries to break it down. Even with his abilities he couldn’t tear it down.
“PETER! PETER! HELP ME I CANT-“ MJ screams for help were cut off.
Creaking, the door slowly opens. Dread fills Peter gut.
Pushing past the door, Peter sees and bloody trail. Following the trail he sees that down the white hallway, the trail turns right.
Peter looks right and sees a body slumped against the wall.
Sprinting towards her, Peters eyes fill with tears. MJ’s body is bloody, her stomach has a horrible gash on it from a sword or katana.
Blood steadily pours from her mouth. Gasping, Peter crouches down trying to stop the bleeding.
“Hey, I can fix this MJ you’re gonna be alright, ok? We need to get you to a hospital, can you do that? Clearly not you’re half dead, Oh my god you’re half dead! I-“ Peters anxious rambling was cut off.
“Peter, how could you? Why didn’t you save me? This is all your fault.” MJ breathes croakily then, her breaths were cut short
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Wrenching his eyes open, Peter swallows the air into his lungs.
Sitting up he pulls his legs to his chest and sways back and forth slowly. Tears frequently leaking out of his eyes.
“It’s all your fault.”
Standing up quickly and exhaling sharply, Peter decides that this is the perfect opportunity to scope out his new home; Hells Kitchen.
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When Peter was younger, he loved being Spider-Man. He loved swinging from place to place, meeting superheroes, fighting bad guys but most of all, Peter loved helping people.
Now, Peter couldn’t stand the thought if Spider-Man. Don’t get him wrong, he loves helping people and stopping criminals. But, Spider-Man made him lose everything; His Uncle, his Aunt, MJ, Ned, Mr Stark, Happy. Hell, he even misses Flash.
Every time Peter put on the suit, a little piece of him was chipped away. Every person he didn’t save, every bad guy he didn’t put away it all weighed guiltily on his chest. If he was given these powers why waste them.
His super hearing was a blessing and a curse. He was able to pick up on a lot more things than most people, which was a great thing. Except in the middle of class when he would violently flinch because of a person screaming for help.
Everything Spider-Man took away was his fault. He could’ve saved everyone.
He was alone, which was for the better.
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The soft ‘thwip’ of his web shooters could be faintly heard as he swung his way through Hells Kitchen. Sometimes, he would have to parkour his way across the buildings because of how low they were.
So far, he had stopped 3 robberies, 4 thefts and 2 fights.
It had only been 2 hours.
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Peter slumps down onto an empty rooftop as he attempts to catch his breath. His stamina had gotten so much better with his abilities but today has been very exhausting.
Suddenly, Peter felt a tingle, meaning someone was watching him.
He continued to ignore for another 5 minutes before the tingle became too irritating to bear.
“You know, you’re not very subtle. Why don’t you just show yourself already?” Peter told them exasperatedly.
Feeling the shock from the other person, Peter smirked slightly before quickly dropping his facial expression into one of boredom.
A man appeared on the building beside him and parkoured his way until
he was standing a few metres in front of Peter.
In front of him was the Devil of Hells Kitchen, Also known as Daredevil.
Peters mouth dropped wide open in shock, making a small ‘pop’ sound.
“Why are you in Hell’s Kitchen?” Daredevils gravelly low voice questioned him.
“Well you see,” The man’s lips quirked up at that “I was just passing through and decided to drop in, Surprise!” Peter made a jazz hands as he finished explaining (lying).
“I know you’re lying. Tell. Me. The. Truth.” Devil man ground out, emphasising the last 4 words. Rolling his eyes, Peter put his hands up in surrender and dramatically sighed. Putting his hands on his chin in a sign of innocence, he acted hurt.
“Wow, you really love to take the fun out of things don’t you Double D?” The man in question audibly ground his teeth together at the nickname.
“Fine,” He sighed dramatically “I guess I’ll just tell you. I moved. Ta Da! So exciting I know!” He exclaimed clapping his hands together once.
Seeing a chance to make his escape, he quickly told the man “It was really nice to see you Devil man but I really gotta bounce, Buh bye!” Before Daredevil had a chance to respond, Peter swung away towards his apartment.
Crawling through the window, he shut it after hopping inside.
Instead of going to sleep like he intended to earlier, Peter decided to read the Harry Potter series that Uncle Ben had gifted him when he was younger.
Content with nostalgia, Peter slowly made his way through the books while the sun was rising higher and higher.