Spider-Kid OneShots

Never Going To Let You Go

Peter stumbled around the lab, calling out to his family. "Hello?" He asked, breath shuddering from the effort it took him to stay upright. "Anyone?" He whispered, hands clutched around his stomach, where HYDRA had shot him. 

Blood was pooling onto Peter's hands and stomach, his shirt a macabre canvas for his worst fears to be displayed on.

"FRI?" He cried into the empty darkness. No answer. No one was there to help him. 

Taking a deep breath in, Peter opened a cabinet with shaky hands. Groaning in pain, he removed a pair of tweezers and gauze from the cabinet and leaned against a nearby table as he pulled his shredded shirt over his head, the effort making stars dance around Peter's eyes.

Carefully, he extracted seven bullets from his chest and stomach, crying out loud every time a bullet was pulled out, its metal creating a disturbing symphony as it caressed the floor, brushing it with droplets of Peter's blood.

The shadows were moving closer towards Peter as he hastily bandaged his wounds, the white cotton already turning scarlet. Sucking in a breath, he crawled onto the wall, leaving a red trail across it-like a horrifying testament to his last second of safety.

They had already managed to defeat him. Knowing what was in store for him had completely wrecked Peter's will, and he did whatever he could to delay the inevitable. Every second he could buy was a drop of nectar sent from the gods to him.

Not knowing where his family was, Peter couldn't help but think that maybe he was too late, but he wouldn't believe it. It was him they wanted to take, not them, and Peter wanted only one casualty tonight.

Stripped of his weapons, strength and courage, Peter clung onto the ceiling, his last stand in this wretched world. He had promised himself that he would only go down fighting. After all, heroes aren't a collection of victories, but a reminder of all things villainous, and Peter wanted to be able to make one last villain a memory before succumbing to the black darkness that was begging him to fall into its arms.

A soft breath echoed outside the room, snapping Peter into attention as he slowly lowered himself into a crouch, his blood trickling onto the floor like a Jackson Pollock with the sweet words of the grim reaper gently caressing his ears.

They wanted to take him away from his family, from the only ones who ever loved him, and Peter wasn't going to allow that. Dying was better than being torn into a million pieces for every single day that he missed them.

He silently waited for hells minion to walk into the room as his thoughts turned to all the pain he had seen in his life into a beautiful tapestry using shimmering, gossamer threads that weaved an untold tragedy.

Tony. Steve. Thor. Natasha. Bruce. Clint. Loki. Stephen. Scott. Wanda. Pietro. Vision. He drew courage from them as the doorknob twisted open, the door to the room swinging open as the door to his life closed shut.

Peter watched in horror as the man gloated that he had killed his family. Like a demon laughing over the ripped wings of an angel, the man lowered a tattered and bloody Iron Helmet onto the floor.

"Goodbye." Peter thought as he launched himself onto the man, muscles taunt and straining from the effort. The man was shapeless, mysteriously dissolving into mist as Peter rolled onto the floor. The man came at him again, but Peter was experienced, and this time he didn't fight back, and waited for an opportunity to catch him off guard. He then drew out a battle cry as he ran headfirst into him, so fast that he couldn't spot him.

Peter cried out, victorious, as he embedded two knives into the man's gut, black blood sticking to Peter's hands as his assailant fell towards the ground.

Peter grinned as he coughed out blood. "You can never take me." Peter spat out as he saw the light slowly leave his eyes, that were wide with fear at the sight of Peter, all bloody and disheveled, grinning like an avenging demon.

Peter shakily lowered himself towards the ground, peaceful at last. As his body slowly grew heavy, he looked up towards the sky, and the voice of the reaper sang him a low lullaby.

The shadows close around him as a heavy, slow feeling came over him. 

"Sleep little hero, for it's the last time you will."

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Peter jolted awake as he heard someone gently calling out his name.

"Underoos! Its alright." Tony whispered, slowly caressing Peter's head. Peter's eyes streamed with tears, his nightmare still fresh in his memory. Each gruesome scene played in his head as he launched himself into Tony, sobbing into his shirt.

"You're really here." he cried as Tony soothingly whispered 'it's okay' again and again.

"Want to tell me what happened?" Tony asked tentatively.

Peter curtly nodded. "I... I was shot by Hydra. They... They wanted to take me away from you all." Peter whispered, "I called out for you, for FRI even, but no one came." Peter hiccuped slightly.

He took a deep breath in as he steeled himself for relieving what came next. "He... He... He had killed you all." Peter said quietly as Tony strained to hear him. "I... I died too... But only after I killed him." Peter sobbed. "There was blood everywhere! And... And he showed me your empty and bloody helmet." Tony felt his eyes widen after each sentence, sad that Peter had to feel something like that.

"I could feel all the death... It was so terribly cold there." Peter said. Tony knew that his spidey senses made everything enhanced, and that he had probably felt more terrified than he ever was.

"Kid, it's alright. We are all here, we will never leave your side." Tony said soothingly.

Tony then told him something he never told anyone. He told Peter about what he had seen and felt when Wanda had manipulated his mind into living his greatest fear. Peter listened to him quietly, his expression changing imperceptibly as Tony told him everything and when he stopped talking, Peter hugged him tightly, tears shining in his eyes.

They stayed like that for hours, clutching each other like they were the anchor that kept the other from straying. At last, Peter's eyes soon began to droop as sleep took a hold of him. Tony stood up to leave, but was stopped by Peter, who had latched onto his hand.

"Don't leave."

"I'm never going to let you go."

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A/N: I just had to write a chapter like this after the news! I can't believe Spider Man's no longer going to be part of the MCU! We can't let this happen. Marvel and Sony are acting like a bunch of kids! Save Spider-Man!

Goodbye!