A Tribute to the Tiny Brain-Celled Cowboy
Let’s kill god, let’s kill god, let’s kill god for doing us wrong
Me and my tiny baby cowboy, we’ll kill god
You are all my brain cells cowboy, let’s kill god
I will make him regret that the two of us met
I will make him regret making the devil with such a pretty face
Me and my tiny baby cowboy, we killed god
But I don’t feel any better, I feel like a fraud
I can’t live without god, I can’t do this. alone
I can live without a god, oh god, i wish i would’ve known
But my tiny baby cowboy, you’re the only god i need
You are all my brain cells cowboy can you teach me how to think
We Are The Dirt- A Tribute to the Tiny Brain-Celled Cowboy
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Shaking, Peter crashes into his dingy apartment through his window. Falling to the ground he curls up into a ball and rocks backwards and forth.
Why, why now?
Just as things were getting good. He felt as though he had a friend, a partner in crime.
Do you really deserve that, Peter? After you killed me? Aunt May shrieks and cackles in Peters ears.
He lets out a choked sob at those words.
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Spider-Man doesn’t go out for a week after that.
When he finally does, everything goes to shit.
Or maybe, everything turns out well.
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Swinging, Peter launches himself off of buildings and parkours his way across rooftops (making sure not to go into Hells Kitchen, he doesn’t want to deal with the aftermath of his impulsive -and horrible- decisions.)
This used to be thrilling for Peter, the way he would drop and ‘Thwip’ his way across Queens.
Now, it’s the same routine.
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After Peters been sitting on a rooftop for about 5 minutes catching his breath, something catches his attention.
A faint sound of a silencer on a gun can be heard through Peters ears.
His breath quickens and his heart rate increases.
He makes his way over to the grunting and groaning quickly. The gun at least hadn’t been used since he heard it last.
When he got there he stops in awe and terror.
One man was taking on 6 people.
The man in question was-
Oh shit
Oh fuck
Oh holy mother of god
It’s Frank Castle also known as ‘The Fucking Punisher’
Focus Man, we need to help
Shaking his head, Peter sets to work.
He takes out one guy with a knock to the head, using a little bit too much of his strength. He mutters a low apology before moving onto a bigger target.
The man unsheathes a knife from an unknown location and starts slowly walking forward, like he’s about to become apart of the jungle.
He might have said that last thought out loud as the man’s face turns to one of outrage.
Castle lets out a quiet snort at that and takes out a man’s leg, Peter here’s the crack of the bone and flinches.
His Spidey Sense alerts him of something.
He turns around and blocks the knife, grabbing the other man’s wrist and twisting it.
He groans out of pain, sloppily trying to punch Peter in the ribs. He stops the hand and knees him in the stomach. Effectively making him drop.
He makes sure the attacker isn’t going to get up anytime soon before making his way to leave.
Then, a gun cocks.
“No!” Peter shouts in terror.
A gunshot rings through his ears.
“Uncle Ben! Stay with me, stay with me!” Peter sobs in anguish.
Blood between his fingers coating his hands in the sticky red substance.
He tries to hold the blood pouring out of his uncles chest in place as sirens ring through his ears.
“Kid? Hey hey come on now.” A gruff voice calls out faintly.
“Don’t pass out on me now, you’re fine.” The voice says again, but comes through louder and more clear.
Peter chuckles internally at that.
Someone picks him up, He was lying down, when did that happen?
They’re arms are strong and muscular, he snuggles into them, a giant teddy bear.
The person laughs at that, Oh he said that aloud?
“Yeah you did, kid.” The man chuckles amusement, clearly entertained by him.
He’s feeling so sleepy, maybe if he just-
“Don’t even think about it kid, you ain’t falling asleep on me now.” He states sternly. Peter pouts. That makes a laugh fall out of the mystery man’s mouth.
Wait-
He doesn’t have his mask on?
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no-
“Hey, breathe. Your mask only shows your nose and mouth, I was worried you couldn’t breathe. And for good reason.” The gruff voice tells him gently, how can he be so gentle for such a strong man?
Slowly, he’s lulled to sleep by the pattern of heavy boots taking him somewhere.