MEMORIES ✧˖° PETER PARKER

SEVEN ✮ THE BECKS

- ED -

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HE WAS CALLING ME AGAIN.

AGAIN

AND AGAIN.

For the hundredth time in the last few hours.

It was strange - he calls me often but not this often.

If it was like every other day, I would ignore him. Because I hated him more than anything in the world but today, I felt the urge to answer it. As nothing could get any worse.

"I'm surprised? Little brother has finally come to his senses." his voice echoed from the other side of the line.

I ignored his comments and got straight to the point, "What is it that you wanted me to do?"

I heard a faint chuckle on the other side of the line, "I see that my 100+ missed calls and over 200+ texts haven't gone to a waste."

His messages were unusual today, one word was consistent throughout his over 200 messages and that word was revenge.

Don't you want revenge?

Revenge is a sweet little brother.

Revenge is what gets you back on your feet again.

Revenge, revenge, revenge.

I wanted vengeance towards him. I always wanted vengeance towards my older brother, because what he did to my family will never be acceptable.

He made me come to this school, he forced my parents to move far away to a cottage with no connection to the real world. He locked them up, till this day. What he did was he tore our family apart.

I wanted to ruin his life until my brother finally spoke these words.

"Your classmate, Peter Parker–"

I gripped my phone more tightly, feeling irritated. Even bringing up his name made me mad, Peter was never good enough for anyone, he is the lowest of the lowest. I couldn't imagine anyone liking him until...she says that she likes him. The girl I liked, the girl I was supposed to be with, ended up liking the most fragile, boring, inferior boy ever.

Even when I treated her with the most respect, in contrast to Parker who just stands her up - leaving her all alone in the Opera Theater.

He is a jerk.

Peter Parker is a jerk.

"What the hell about Parker," I snapped, "If it's nothing notorious about him then I don't want to hear it."

I heard him chuckle again, "Don't worry. This will flip the world upside down."

"Then hurry up."

When I heard him say these words, my phone dropped onto the ground; I was taken aback by what I just heard.

"Peter Parker is Spiderman."

I slowly picked my phone back and heard my brother talk, "So as a brother to Quentin Beck, I need you too–"

"I want revenge on Parker," I simply stated.

I hated him.

"Of course, anything you want, Ed. Definitely, some vengeance after he took away your girl, or was it that you just got rejected–"

"Shut up." I snapped, "She just has low standards - I was out of her league."

"Whatever you say, Ed."

"So revenge towards Parker, what do you want me to do?"

"There's a specific task I want you to do, while Peter was in Berlin, he made things complicated."

So that's why Peter was in Berlin? He told Mr Harrington that he had to meet up with his family. Yeah right.

"He told his friends who I was." He continued, "And that just made it worse for not only him but his friends.

"Yeah, so what do you want me to do? Threaten them to shut up about your identity?" I spat through the phone, he was dragging this conversation - I need him to get to the point.

I heard him give out a burst of large laughter, "Oh no-no, we don't do that here. Threatening him? No."

"Then what?"

"The people who know about my identity are Y/N L/N and Ned Leeds? I recall? They're in London right now so it's perfect for you."

"What do you mean perfect for me?"

"To kill - to kill his friends."

What? To kill Y/N and Ned? Was this the revenge he was talking about?

"What? This is no revenge to Peter–"

"Just listen." he huffed, "Then I kill him last after everyone is dead. This is for him to suffer the loss of his loved ones before dying."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, so he wants to kill Peter and the ones that know about his identity?

"No, we can't. We're killing someone, that's not–"

"Oh no, we're not. You are. You're just killing his loved ones. Very simple." he stated calmly as if this was such a simple and calm situation. How can he be so calm as to kill someone?

"No, I'm not. I can't believe I'm talking to you right now–"

I put my phone down to hang out before he lent out a suggestion that made my heart stop.

"If you complete the task, I'll bring our family all together happily then forget as any of this had ever happened."

"And what if you're lying?"

"Trust me, I won't lie. If I promise something, I will keep it, Ed. So what do you choose? Our family can all live happily once the person you hate the most has disappeared from the earth. It's a suitable offer. You will live in peace afterward, no hatred, just peace."

"I know-"

"Let out all of your anger. Crushes? They don't mean a thing, your feelings will disappear in a week maximum. Y/N L/N? She means nothing, just a piece of trash that can be thrown away by you."

My heart was pounding, after calling and texting for years, this is the first thing he talks about?

"N-no Quentin, I'm not doing this."

He ignored my statement and continued, "Once all the trash is removed, our family will be happy and will live in peace together.

Friends or Family?

Hesitation rose within my mind, I didn't know what to choose. For every single day I can remember, I wanted a day for all of our family to live happily together. I always said that I would give everything and do anything for that to happen.

And here I am, in my London hotel accommodation during a summer trip; debating that offer. I can live with my parents and the 'trash' I hate the most right now will suffer, be tortured, and in the end, be thrown away.

I took a deep breath in and out, having skeptical thoughts but I now came to a conclusion. I gave a response to my brother's offer. But I hope the response I decided to give was the decision the universe wanted me to give. I guess I will never know until I try...

"Okay. I will do it. You better keep your promise."

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