Violence warning

Peter fell from the roof. He landed in a crouch and shot a web at the blue man running at him. Everything was a blur. He couldn't focus.

He had spent the last 5 months secluded. He didn't need school. He didn't need a home. He didn't need anything or anyone. They all ended up gone anyways. Why bother building it up again.

Peter shot a web at the gun in front of him, successfully wrapping the man's hand in webbing. If it was biological or manufactured he wasn't sure anymore. The two had merged months ago.

He pulled the man over to him. The man was shaking as Peter lifted him from the ground by the collar.

"Where is it?"

"What happened to you?"

"I said, where is it?"

The cop just grabbed onto the teen's hand.

"Fine."

"You used to help us."

"I used to be foolish."

The cop was trembling.

"You never killed anyone."

Peter snickered.

"You're right."

Peter dropped him on the ground. Peter then jumped and spun clockwise in the air. The cool night air whipped across his face and brushed his lengthy hair in his face.

Two bullets flew by where he used to stand and embedded themselves in the man's chest. He staggered back.

Peter shot a web at the man who fired the bullets and pulled him close.

He spun the man around and faced him towards his coworker now laying on the ground with two blood stains spreading across his uniform. He held the man's hands behind him and leaned him over the dieing partner. All the two men could see were each other's faces.

The captured police officer could see the life slowly leaving the other one's eyes. No tears. Just a glassiness drifting over them.

"I-I..."

"What?" Peter barked these words at the fumbling officer.

"I'm sorry."

Peter snapped the man's neck at these words. He brushed his hands off on his jeans. Not a speck of dirt was on them. He plucked off his gloves after closing all the dead mens' eyes.

As he left the graveyard behind and stopped at the cop who was shot. Peter leaned down to his dead ear and whispered, "I also used to be weak."

_-_-_

Peter walked over to the small shed and kicked the door open. In it he found shovels and spades. He also found lawnmowers and watering cans. Peter selected the green watering can off of the dirt covered-ground, and walked over to the small water outlet by the small, winding road. He filled it, and returned to the site.

He had removed all the bodies from the area, disposing of them at the entry to the mourning grounds. Peter kneeled in front of the small stone, and bowed his head.

"I'm so sorry. I can't believe I haven't done anything better. I try you know. I try and I try but it isn't good enough. I-" Peter's voice caught and he brushed some tears from his cheeks, "I know you'd be disappointed. I just can't stop myself. I thought of these powers as a gift, but it's more of a curse. I guess-I guess when you're different. I guess when you have power, you can't make mistakes." Peter chuckled. "You know I wouldn't be able to go a day without screwing up without you. You just helped me. You were like my only life line after I lost everything."

Peter took a deep breath and looked up at the sky. It was a clear night, and he saw the stars. Peter spotted the smallest one.

"I know you felt like you couldn't do anything to help me, so that's why you did everything, but you see, you didn't need to do any of that. You just being you helped me."

Peter watered the flowers he had planted and rested a small roll of lined paper on the stone. He looked up at the stars, refusing to cry, and left his last friend behind.

"Rest in peace Ned."

_-_-_

Peter sat down on the roof of the building across from the research lab. He had a laptop propped open and watched the room he had bugged.

People in coats scrambled around and Peter watched the corner of the screen. A blurry woman ran with a glass case. Peter couldn't see her face, and none of the programs he ran could recognize her either. He watched closely, trying to see if anything new would come up.

He watched as she tripped on the wire and the case shattered. He watched as she lay on the floor with cuts littered all over her front side. He watched the little black blob scutter under the door.

Peter threw the laptop at the side of the building. It shattered, sending pieces everywhere.

Years and he still couldn't figure out who that person was. Peter jumped from the building and landed in a roll. He never stopped moving. He turned around the corner and walked to the entrance of the abandoned lab. He walked through the spinning door and entered the 'reception'.

The old Peter Parker would have spun around on that door for hours.

The old Peter Parker would have been nervous.

The old Peter Parker would have been dead by now.

The new Peter Parker walked behind the reception desk and pulled open a hanging file drawer. The lab's evacuation was hasty. Important files were taken years ago. Luckily for Peter, what he was looking for wasn't important.

He pulled out the file.

_-_-_

The woman opened the door. The woman stared at the boy infront of her. The woman let him in. The woman gave the boy a cookie.

The boy stood by the door. The boy glared at the woman infront of him. The boy grunted yes. The boy didn't eat the dry cookie.

The two stared.

The woman knew.

The boy knew.

They both knew.

That she was about to die.

_-_-_

Peter returned to the apartment he stayed in. It was small and affordable. Well, everything was affordable to him. He got whatever he needed. All he had to do was ask.

Peter sat on the floor. He stared at the wall. He didn't understand.

Why was it always him?

Why was he a monster?

Why did he deserve this?

Peter screamed.

_-_-_

The men moved in on the screaming teen. They had their guns pointed at him. He was cornered. He couldn't kill everyone.

They were wrong.

The boy only seemed to flinch, and half the men were down on the floor. Blood oozed from each of their throats. The remaining men held their ground.

Drone has been deployed.

"Please. We are just here to save people."

The teen laughed. It was a hallow laugh. It was the laugh of someone who had lost everything. Or maybe it was the laugh of someone who had nothing left to loose.

"That's what I tried. I tried to save my Uncle. Dead. My Aunt was nearly dead infront of me. Yet she still died. My best friend. Suicidal. My mentor. Gone." The hallow laugh returned. "Even I died. It wasn't bad. I was just wandering around. Alone. It was hard being alone. But I have spent the last year alone. I bet I could go a little longer."

"We can help you."

We have entered the room commander.

"That's what my Uncle and Aunt said. Look where they ended up."

Everyone in that room knew the FBI were stalling. The suited up men just hoped that the microscopic drone they had sent would reach the target soon.

Passing through according to plan.

"Isn't it weird that after loosing something, you still hope for it? After knowing everything you try to do fails, you still hope it will work?" The teen pulled out a pair of tweezers from his clutched hand. The tips were coated with blood. "If I loose, or miss the drone, you can all live."

We are almost to the target commander.

"If I win-"

Stall a bit longer.

"-i get to do whatever I want with you."

The teen extended his hand. He was nowhere near the drone.

We are almost their cheif.

Suddenly his arm twitched in and their was the faintest crunch sound. The teen never smiled.

Our signal has been lost Captain. Get out of there.

"I guess I win."

_-_-_

Peter finished propping up the last person. Underneath the 15 men, he had left pads of paper with their last words, and everything they wished they could have said. Peter killed them each the way they wished to be killed, and those he slit the throats of, he left in the loft. He climbed out the window of the apartment complex and jumped to the ground.

He gasped for breath, not realizing he was about to cry. He slammed his hand on the wall of the apartment, sending a few cracks through the concrete. He rested his head on the wall and let out a long, deep breath.

"You're a monster," Peter whispered to himself, his eyes squeezed shut.

He looked up at the sky. It was turning orange from the rising sun. He let a tiny smile form on his lips. In any old story that would symbolize a new start.

He watched the white stars in the sky shine. He thought about everything he had lost. He had lost Ben, May, Tony, Ned, MJ. He had lost everything.

For any old story a sunrise is a new beginning. For Peter, it was the start of a new day.

Oof I still got it. I am not doing a sequel, this was just a story I wrote based off of a comment section on my first Field trip story. I have wintered themed one shots coming.

I WILL NOT BE CONTINUING THE FLASH ABUSE STORY LINE.

Im sorry I just can't. I had been extremely stressed about that and I just hit a wall with the story. I may go back and change it. But no time soon I swear.

If you have any ideas message me! I hope you guys enjoyed this and I will see about updating again soon.

Be safe.

You matter.

Love life.

Take care.

~ele