Change of plans. Right now I feel kinda awful. 8th grade kinda sucks right now and sometimes it just completely RUINS EVERYTHING. GOD. Anyways, thx for reading. ;)

Prompt: Suicidal Peter.

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It wouldn't take much.

He just had to kick.

One little kick and it would be over.

One little kick, and I could have all my troubles washed away.

One little kick and I can finally see May, Ben, and Mommy and Daddy again.

He wouldn't curse Tony Stark anymore. He was bad luck. Awful. He couldn't even keep his friends. Ned was always there by his side, but had to move away. I think his phone number changed because we lost contact. MJ doesn't really talk to me. We don't really have anything to talk about. She was closer to Ned than she was to me and probably only hung out with me because of that.

Now I'm alone.

The nightmares I gave every night are awful. Seeing your whole family dying front of your eyes every single night it the worst thing that you could possibly imagine. No matter what I do, they always die. And It's all my fault. It always is. I'm a fucking curse. A burden.

Flash and his friends have been harassing me more. The teachers and kids don't care. I'm the loser with no friends. The freak with no family. The weak kid who gets bullied. Why would it matter if I were to get a few punches? Would anyone even care if I drop and died right there?

The team thinks I'm ok. They think I'm happy because I'm always smiling. No. It's easier to fake a smile then explain why you're sad. I make sure to smile a lot around them and act happy. I pretend to hang out with friends when I feel like they get suspicious so they actually believe that someone cares about me. I pretend to eat so they think I'm perfectly fine. But really if they paid attention, I lost 15 pounds in 3 weeks. I'm becoming more and more underweight each day. But I don't care.

But I'm not sad anymore. I can't feel anything. At this point I have no tears left to cry, I don't feel any anger, I don't feel happiness.

I feel numb.

What's the point anymore? Honestly. I'm not understanding.

One little kick and it can all go away.

The voices in my head tell me I'm a waste of space. They tell me I'm nothing. They tell me I'm a curse. Who am I to be saying they're wrong? They are right. I'm a freak and don't deserve happiness. I killed everyone who got close to me and pushed the others away.

Nobody even likes Spiderman. They call me a criminal and dangerous. They say I am stealing jobs from the police who nobody pays attention to anymore. They say I'm a monster who kills. They're not wrong.

The Avengers are all downstairs at movie night and tomorrow we were going to go on vacation. We were ganna go to England. Now is the perfect time.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y," Peter began in a weak voice, "Tell the team I'm sorry. Also please lock the door for the next half hour."

"May I ask why, Peter? You seem to be in distress."

"I-It's nothing F.R.D.A.Y. I'll miss you though." Peter smiled up at the ceiling.

"Alright, Peter. I will tell the team."

"Thank you."

I stood shakily on the chair facing the noose which I had taken time to perfect. It seemed as if everything was black and white and through the noose was full of color and life. Happiness.

I then proceeded to wrap the noose around my neck but not kick the chair over. I thought about everyone. Ned. MJ. May. Mom. Dad. Tony. The team. Would it matter.

Tony would be heart broken. So would the team. And that's why I was sorry. I was sorry to bring all this pain upon them. I was sorry to ever brought myself into their lives. I was sorry for being such a burden.

I heard knocking on the door but didn't answer. I didn't react. I felt the silent tears trickling down my face. My fingers kept clutching tighter and tighter on the rope as I was debating if I should just kick it.

The knocking got louder and I thought I heard screams and yells. I blocked it out. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

"I'm sorry."

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Part 2?