The Night We Met
I am not the only traveler
Who has not repaid his debt
I've been searching for a trail to follow again
Take me back to the night we met
And then I can tell myself
What the hell I'm supposed to do
And then I can tell myself
Not to ride along with you
I had all and then most of you
Some and now none of you
Take me back to the night we met
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Haunted by the ghost of you
Lord Huron- The Night We Met
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For Peter, the hardest part of the morning had always been getting up. The exhaustion always caught up with him, especially when he only got 3 hours of sleep (which was most nights).
Having to get up out of bed and get dressed for the day seemed to be a struggle for Peter lately, a lot more then it used to be anyway.
When you have no one to see or even know you exist was surprisingly motivational when it comes to going out for the day. Sarcasm intended
After 30 minutes of contemplating whether or not it was worth it to get out of bed, Peter sighed and rolled of of his bed and onto the floor with a loud ‘Thump’. He really regretted reading 4 of the Harry Potter series in one night.
Groaning, Peter stretched out like a cat who was sunbathing and hopped up and rushed to the bathroom.
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After taking a warm shower, Peter felt as close to relaxed as he could.
He was now dressed in grey loose-fitting sweats that hung loosely on his hips and a black tank top.
For the rest of the day Peter decided to try and finish the rest of the Harry Potter series, so far he had really enjoyed them.
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Finishing the 7th book, Peter looks up in shock. Dusk had settled in the sky and the orangey pink was slowly turning into the black of the night.
Peter got up and for the second night in a row decided that it was time to patrol.
Peter always patrolled every night before the spell. He had felt an obligation to do so. Now, Peter rarely left the apartment let alone to patrol.
Why should he care? They all hated him anyway, especially the Bugle. They took videos and photos of him out of context and made him seem like a villain.
It made Peters blood boil. He was out risking his life and this is how he is repayed?
Sighing, he shakes those thoughts out of his head. It doesn’t matter if they hated him, he was always going to protect them no matter what. No one deserves to live in fear.
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After a few hours of patrolling around Hell’s Kitchen, Peters Spidey Sense screamed at him ‘DANGER DANGER’. Ducking out of the way, a bullet wizzed right where his head was seconds ago.
Due to his shock, a bullet cuts right into his side. A wave of pain flashes through Peter. Groaning, He holds his side and quickly looks around.
Scrambling to the small light blue car beside him, he hides behind it to try and see who was shooting at him. He quickly webs shut his wound, hoping the bullet wasn’t still in there.
Bullets fly all around him as he is crouched behind the car. He quickly locates the person; they’re on the roof of the building directly in front of him, the building is four stories high.
Preparing himself, Peter hurls himself forward and quickly shoots his webs at the gun. The webs find their home and pull the gun out of the persons shocked hands.
Before the person can bolt away, Peter swings his way up to the roof and shoots his webs towards the person, resulting in them sticking onto a wall, shocked.
“Hey! Let me go you freak!” The man, who has blonde straight hair and freckle cheeks screams at him struggling to find a way out.
Chuckling, Peter wags a finger in his direction. “Ah ah ah. I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Peter berates the man cheerfully. “Now, care to tell me why you were trying to recreate a murder scene down there with your old buddy Spidey?”
The man spits at him in response.
Sighing, Peter shakes his head “Thought so, now I’m gonna call the cops and let them take you into custody! Congrats!” He was too tired to question the angry man any further, deciding it was best to call the local cops.
Dialling their number, he quickly tells the police station where and what happened before hanging up.
About to swing away, he hears a frantic voice behind him. ”Wait, you’re just gonna leave me here?!”
“Yep, sorry Mr Criminal but you deserve it, you shot poor me!” He faux cries, wiping a fake tear away.
Before the guy could say anything else he swings away, leaving behind a angry man cursing him into the new moon.
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Feeling his Spidey Sense tingle, making it known someone was following him, Peter groans, already knowing who it was.
Daredevil.
“Man, come on. Stop following me DD! I know it’s you, it become quite irritating after a while.” Peter sighs frustratedly.
The man in question, hops out from the shadows and stands a bit farther away from Peters right side.
“You’re bleeding,” It was a statement not a question.
“No shit Sherlock.” He rolled his eyes at the devil man.
The webbing had dissolved because of the copious amount of blood spilling from the wound.
“If you wouldn’t mind if like told go home.” Peters words were slightly slurred from the lack of blood loss. Standing up, a bolt of pain made him gasp lightly. His vision swam in and out.
Daredevil quickly steadied the boy, concern on his face (or the parts of his face you could see).
“I don’t think that’s the best idea-“ Double D was cut of by Peter shushing him.
“I don’t care, Mr ‘I’m too cool for school’. You know, I think I’m gonna sleep here the ground looks fluffy….”
Peters vision goes dark.