MCU One Shots

What If...Ned became a super villain

ok i have a BUNCH of ideas for what if one shots, so you can expect a lot of these upcoming chapters to b what ifs

again, if anybody has any recommendations, drop a comment and i'll try to do it

SPOILERS FOR NWH ig, like im sry but if u havent seen it yet, wtf r u doin???

Peter's POV: It's been a year since New York. A year since I've seen anybody that's loved me. The nightmares of May dying still haunt me in my dreams, and I can't seem to catch a fucking break. I found out by the news, yes, the news, that my ex girlfriend died over 7 months ago. 

*7 months earlier*

I just got back from my weekly visit to May's grave, tears still fresh on my face. I toss my car keys onto the counter, and turn on the tv, listening to it while making my dinner, still trying to figure out how too make decent tasting Thai food. I kind of zone out while preparing my meal, but the sound of the reporter saying "multiple casualties" brought me back to this world.

"19 dead here today, as a fire quickly became a raging inferno, the building collapsing with multiple people still inside. Of those deceased, there are 14 civilians, and 5 fire fighters. Most bodies are unrecognizable, yet a few our experts where able to detect. Among those dead, there's Nyx Collins, Liam Stry, Nico Costello  and last of all, Michelle Jones. The range between these civilians range from 15-34, the eldest being Nyx Collins, the youngest being Nico Costello. As for their family and friends, we are sincerely sorry for your loss, this is Billie Martinez logging off from Channel 7 News."

With a gasp, I slowly fall to the floor, the tears already streaming out of my eyes. My girlfriend? Ex girlfriend? is dead. It's my fault. Like with May. If I was in the suit instead of visiting May, I could've saved her, and those other people. I'm full on sobbing now, having lost the 2 most important female figures in my life, May, now MJ. I shakily get up, before just collapsing again, my brain fogged by the agony that's my current state. I push myself up again, and grab the first knife I see...

*Present time*

I pinch myself, pulling me from the hell people call memories. Sure, there's the good memories, but there's too many. Bad always out weighs the good. Always. Each patrol I go on, I come back with more cuts, more bruises, more broken bones. More villains are leaving me bleeding in alleys, more escaping my webs, more getting closer and closer too killing me. Thing is, is that they all say one sentence each time they go to fight me. 

"He's excited to see you."

I'm yet to figure out who 'he'  is, but the people he sends are insanely good at what they do. This has been going on for months. It started 5 months ago, and I'm getting more and more unmotivated,  closer too depression, closer too suicide. I've been thinking about that since MJ died, and I haven't seen Ned since the one time I saw him at MJ's funeral. I didn't go to that directly, more watched from afar, but with my hearing it was like I was there. My therapist says that my wounds will heal, somehow. The only way for that to happen is if Dr. Strange can make me forget my past. He doesn't even know who I am though. 

2.8 hours later

Putting on my bright red and blue suit, I swing out my window. I swing around for a while, looking for crime, but not finding any. I'm about to go grab a Churro when I see a human in a hood, standing sketchily in an alleyway. I swing down it out, making sure this guy isn't some like super villain or anything. I space out for a second as I think the words 'super villain.' I remember to this day Ned promising me that he would never become a super villain and try to kill me, and I'm still confused to what he meant. I force myself out of my personal hell, and take in this guys outfit. He's wearing a hood, a little bit on the short side, holding what seems to be some type of advanced hover board. (P.S. i haven't read any marvel comics, so idk anythin abt the hobgoblin, this is all from google, so sry if i get anything wrong) 

"I've been looking forward to seeing you." He drawls out in a low growl. With a startle I realize that his is the guy behind it all, the dude who's been sending so many people to try to kill me. He even sent fucking aliens after me. Like how do you get that to happen?

"My I ask your name my good sir?" I ask. Even though I'm pretty much depressed on the inside, that doesn't mean that I lost my skill of joking around on the job. 

"Well my 'super villain' name, would be Hobgoblin I guess, though I'm not exactly too big on made up names. I prefer to go with my real name, Ned Leeds." And with that he lowers his hood, revealing the face of my former best friend. The guy who I built lego with, the guy who was quite literally my 'man in the chair,' the guy I've been loners in highschool with since we met in the first year, the guy who gave my his Palpatine lego figure, the one I still have standing in my apartment. And he doesn't even remember me. Crestfallen I start tearing up, remembering his promise from 12 months ago.

"Ned, it's me! Peter! Please remember Ned, please!" I cry out, hoping my best friend would remember me.

"Why are you giving me your name?" He asks confused, meanwhile still keeping the menacing tone. 

"Shit, this is going to be harder than I thought." I mutter under my breath. 

"I didn't send people after you for 5 months to make friends, Peter." He snarls out, spitting out my name like it's a curse. "Now if you don't mind, I would like to kill you."

"Woah woah woah. Hold on buddy. Why are you trying to kill me?" I ask, hands out, trying to stall while thinking of ways to get his memory back. 

"My best friend, the only person in this world that actually liked me as a person, died in a fire. And where were you? You could've saved her Peter, but no. Because of you, MJ is dead." With that he throws something that looks scarily close too the bomb Green Goblin used a year ago. The bomb explodes before I have time to jump, swing, run, anything. The explosion slams into me with the force of a train, if not more so. I miss that train, back when MJ and May were alive, Ned was my best friend, and Mysterio was my biggest problem. The good 'ol days. I open my eyes, I must've blacked out for a few seconds. I see Ned standing over me, before he lifts me like it's nothing. He repeatedly punches my face, hit after hit after hit. I try escaping, but after a few minutes of struggling while being pummeled, I figure out that he somehow got some type of enhanced strength. Great, not only does he have over powered gear, he has super strength too, and probably other things.

Another fist to my face brings my back to the present, but now my nose is broken, my mask is now a different shade of red, and I'm slowly losing consciousness. I kick him as hard as I can, not even knowing where I'm aiming. My leg hits one of his legs, which collapses. As he falls, I easily slip out of his grasp, yet still woozy. I shoot as many webs as I can at him, hoping to keep him down. Each time he's about to break free, I just add more. 

"Peter?" He asks, having stopped struggling. With a gasp of pure joy I rush forward, making sure that this is my friend, not the goblin. I rip off the mask, not being able to see straight through the blood, expecting to see the happy face of Ned. Instead I see a sneer, before I hear a sound of thrusters. My sense warns me to jump, but I can't. Physically I can, mentally though? No. I know it's going to impale me, kill me. But if I jump I'll live to see Ned die, and after Tony, May, and MJ, I can't let that happen. No more than a second later I feel the spiked glider lodge itself through my heart.

With a gasp of pain, I fall back, my healing keeping me breathing for a few more minutes. "Ned, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't try to make you remember. Ned, you were my best friend. You helped me when May died, when Mysterio tricked me, when I needed my suit to be hacked so I could fight the Vulture. Ned, you were there. It's my fault, I should've found you sooner, I should've saved MJ. After Dr. Strange did the spell I couldn't get myself to talk to you guys, I didn't want to hurt you. I'm sorry Ned." I finish my jumbled up rant, knowing my time is near. 

I watch in a haze as he walks over too me, ripping the glider out of my back. Then I watch as he lift it up, with a crazed look in his eyes, a sneer on his face, then slams it into my chest once, twice, three times. The last thing I see is the enraged face of my former best friend, repeatedly impaling me with his glider. With a sigh of defeat, I close my eyes, and take my last breath.

ok so originally i was gonna have Ned die, but like mid writing this i thought, why not make peter die instead? so if u wanted ned to die, or peter to live, sorry not sorry :D

hope yall enjoyed, deuces