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Peter was stood on the top of the stark tower looking down at the world below. He was inches away from the edge.
He wanted to end it all.
He’s always wondered how it would feel to jump without his web shooters.
To feel his face hit the ground.
To know that he will never wake up again.
He won’t feel this pain again.
He won’t see the look of disappointment on May face when he tells her that he doesn’t like her boyfriend ever again.
Or the look of anger and frustration on Tony sharks face when Peter had failed to protect his wife.
The look of sadness of peppers face when Peter had froze and allowed her to get stabbed.
Or the avengers, when Peter has failed time and time again to protect his city, his people.
Or the look in skips eyes, as he enjoyed tormenting Peter.
He won’t see his friends anger when he doesn’t spend time with them ever again.
He won’t have to hear mays boyfriend condescending words about how useless Peter is.
He won’t have to see them ever again. If only he took a step forwards.
But mays boyfriend, Justin was right.
He’s been right all along.
Nobody loves peter. He’s just a waste of space. A useless piece of garbage. Who can only take from people.
May never wanted him. He just got dumped with her when his parents and Ben died. She never wanted children.
Tony stark only took Peter in for “pity” cause he was a lonely teenage superhero. He felt so bad for dragging a kid into an adults fight in Germany.
His friends never really wanted him either. Pete ever really made an effort to hang out with them. He was always so tired. Exhausted from patrol, the physical and verbal abuse from May and Justin.
The abuse… from skip.
He’s tired.
He never was a kid.
He never got to enjoy life. He knows he won’t ever be able to. He’s been through too much. So why not end it?
Lost his parents at 2.
Ben at 8.
May became abusive at 10.
Skips abuse at 11.
Justin abuse at 13.
Spiderman at 14.
Tony recruited him at 15. And all he’s done since then was muck up people’s life and destroy the city, he was supposed to protect.
“Nobody would care if you’re alive Peter” may and said to him just a few hours ago. When he returned home from the hospital of where pepper was being taken care of.
It hurt. Those words stung so bad. Because she was right.
Nobody would care.
He took a step forward.
And another.
Until there was no more steps to take.
He was flying.
It was familiar, just without his web shooters to pick him back up.
It felt like ages till everything when black.
No more disappointing. No more pain.
No more Peter Parker.