MWHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH- IM LISTENING TO WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING AND FEELING A TAD EVIL.

I guess it's a trigger warning but I do use the word queer. Not as a slur rather a describing word—weird.

"You were right. I'd never become a hero without anything that'd help me. So why not become the villain? I've always wanted to help the heroes... and heroes have no purpose if there isn't a fight, am I right? So... I gave up those dreams... crushed them in fact. The only destiny I had, was to become a villain, not a hero... I wish things had turn out differently sometimes, others? I'm dead set on killing without nothing to stop me. I'll reach my goal and return to my aunt. After all, this wasn't my plan for the future. My plan was to help people and kill those who live in the wrong... but that was taken from me... but I've got to make best with what I have, right? I have one life, and I have made no choices for myself. I guess... I guess my life has been wasted hasn't it? Oh well, I'll go out with a bang. A big one... perhaps one that could wipe out all humans? What would it be called? Why not name it after me? The villain that caused it... let's call it the Big Parker Bang... after all... my name is Peter Parker and there is no going back from the path I was shoved into."

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"PARKER!" Flash Thompson screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice raw with an undetermined emotion, but the enraged face called it all—he was pissed. Blood dribbled down the side of his face and scratched covered his body like skin. Black and blue circle were dug into his under eyes, pure anger seeping from his eyes.

The damaged teen stood in a barren wasteland with buildings toppled over and the sky ashen grey. Ash whisked isn't the air and the wind stung against Flash's skin like needles.

A lone figure sauntered from a wrecked building, decked in a black and white vest suit with white gloves. Light brown hair toppled over his eyes, giving a sense of mystery to the stranger. But he was no stranger to enraged boy. No, he knew him very well. Or so he thought.

Looking up, the formal man glared with intensity, his red eyes gleaming with hatred and insanity. "Oh hello, Flash." His voice was like a silk ribbon, smooth and lavish—sickening rich. Freckles dots danced over the man's cheeks like stars but the manner in which he presented himself, seemed to give the stars a darker meaning. He fixed his white glove on his hand and smoother out wrinkles as if making sure he was presentable.

"Parker," Flash growled lowly, his fists clenching as his frame shook with a bloodthirsty aura. Peter simply laughed, his red eyes glowing with anticipation, though the real emotion was unknown.

"My my, aren't you a little feisty?" Peter grinned, his lip jutting out into a pout. Though irreversibly evil, Peter was still irreversibly attractive. "Oh isn't it weird seeing me, Flash? Isn't it queer? Seeing your former victim standing over you?"

Flash didn't say anything, instead picking up a piece of metal from a damaged car and threw it at Peter in a flurry of anger. Peter's eyes flashed and the piece of metal disappeared silently, as if it was never there.

"Do you really take me as a powerless nobody, my dear Flash?" Peter chuckled lowly to himself, before he had a total 360, his face darkening and his smile becoming a feral grin.

"I am not the person I was in middle school. I am so much stronger now. So try, try to hit me. Try to shove me up against a wall! Try and beat me." Peter's voice trailed off eerily, his smile curving into a judgmental glare. Flash breathed  heavily.

"You've changed" Flash grumbled with anger pulsing through his veins. But his limbs didn't move. It was like his body decided against him like "Nope I don't wanna die"

Peter laughed manically to which his eyes started to tear up. He wiped them away with his gloved hands. "Don't humor me. I never changed. I was always like this. My true colors have been revealed to the world, my true self." Peter spread his arms out as if asking the world for a hug.

"No, no this isn't you Parker, this isn't you! What about-what about your Aunt dipshit! She's been worried sick about you and I've had to deal with it!"

Peter's face didn't show any emotion and instead held a certain amount of blankness that would make anyone worried if not for the fact that Peter was a villain.

"Oh? Is that right? Well, it wasn't exactly my plan to make her worried-"

Flash cut him off with an enrage yell. "Your plan? Then what was your plan Parker? To what? To kill her before she would be but newsflash she loves you and has been worried sick ever since you disappeared off the goddamn planet?!" Flash's voice was hoarse and he desperately reached out.

"I LOVED HER TOO BUT I HAD NO CHOICE," Peter screamed. "IF I COULD GO BACK, I WOULD!" Peter heaved big breathes trying to calm himself. "But," his voice was soft "I had no choice, it was to make sure she would survive."

Silence hung thickly in the air between the two boys. Flash looked down at his feet and then back up at Peter.

"You were 12, how would you even know the severity of that?" Flash spoke with honestly, his eyes slightly scrutinizing.

"You tend to know things when you have powers that could kill, Thompson," Peter huffed, though the thought of Peter calling Flash something other than his giving name was weighing down on Flash.

"Peter I-" Flash tried, but he was cut off from the villain.

"Save it Thompson," Peter turned away from Flash. "I don't want to hear it. What's happened already happened, there's no going back."

"I'm sorry-"

"SAVE IT. You know what," Peter turned back around, his ruby eyes narrowing at Flash's fragile frame. "You already wronged the wrong person, and at this point, you've helped me become who I am today. So... thank you." Peter's lips curved into a smile that could only be described as secretive.

"What are you talking about dipshit." Flash coughed weakly into his fists.

"I said thank you," Peter repeated with a dismissive wave of his hand. "We has a nice chat, but now... I've got a revolution to start... it was nice talking with an old friend." Flash stumbled towards Peter with intent.

"Peter please, listen to me-"

"Answer me Flash: why would I listen to the person who pushed me over the edge?" Peter tapped his chin in fake thoughtfulness. "I see no point, so why should you?"

"Because I'm not you! I'm not a villain-" Flash tried but the excuse died in his throat.

"'People are not born a hero or a villain, they're created by the people around them.'" The suited man fixed his tie and gave a dead star toward the tearful Flash Thompson.

"You created what you see here along with some others. You helped push me into this path, now you have to pay." Peter held his chin high, his ruby eyes glaring down at Flash. A snarl found its way on his face.

"I-Parker-please-I-Imsorry-please-dont-" Flash cried out desperately. "You still have a chance to become a hero, please Peter, please. Stop-"

"Oh how the mighty have fallen. The great Flash Thompson on his knees begging for me to stop. Who would've thought?" Peter chuckled lowly.

"Peter please. You can still become a-"

"A hero? After all the things I've done? After all the people I've murdered? After all the heartbreak I've caused? The families I tore apart? Some people aren't redeemable, Thompson."

"Peter, you can become better!"

A far away look found its way onto Peter's face. A small smile softened his features. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I can be."

Flash internally celebrated thinking he saved the day and stopped Peter but an insane bout of laughter interrupted that very thought.

"Bah! As if Thompson. I'm a villain, why won't you accept that?" Peter Parker pouted. Flash felt tears build up at the corners of his eyes.

"Peter-please-"

"Oh how pitiful you look," The villain snorted. "So very pitiful."

"Peter..." a voice whispered softly. Peter turned around to meet the all to familiar face of...

Tony Stark.

Fin.

A/N: Part two?

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