peter parker one shots

everything is white[peter parker]

everything is white. pure, innocent, free and healthy. things are alright and plain and not complicated. it just is.

a blank canvas is just a canvas until you start adding colors.

for peter he was never a blank canvas but he hoped that at some point he was. he got the color red from a young age. hurt, he lost his parents and that threw red onto the white. eventually he healed and now white tried patching it up but you can still tell there was damage.

gray was thrown in too, there's different shades of every color and this one was a dark gray it was nearly black—grief.

no one suspects a gray to be a first color choice in an art piece but sometimes the artist will surprise you. in this case the artist was death at the time. his uncle ben was killed in front of him, that color took a bit longer to dry.

everytime some snarky remark from flash was thrown at him—blue. blue for the sadness and guilt he felt for being himself. he wished he was different so he'd be perfect in everyone's eyes.

blue never dries.

that red and blue, that hurt and sadness made purple. some people use the phrase a phoenix born out of ashes. you could say that for peter.

he fell in love, purple splattered everywhere, sometimes even hitting the floor. but then green came in the mix—embarrassment.

embarrassed cause he thought himself a fool to think anyone could love him back. so he hid his feelings, blue still never drying.

when he failed to save his first civilian on the job, a deep red nearly crimson and a fiery red. anger and frustration.

angry that such an innocent, white canvas lost their life. not anything even dotted on the surface, a life that needed to be lived. he ruined that, he took that away by not being good enough.

light grey is introduced- this is a different kind of sadness painted on. it's the one that makes you feel numb, the one that when people ask whats wrong you say you're just tired, you see the day as an obstacle not an opportunity.

yellows next- happy. he finally got to see tony again. even if it was just for a lab night that wouldn't happen for another couple of weeks. yet this yellow was weird it was transparent, pastel, almost like the canvas could be seen through it. it was still better than feeling nothing at all.

with blue still dripping, red bleeding through the patched hole, purple being masked in a green, gray setting the basic backdrop, light grey becoming a normal forever to dry, and the crimson that appears every once in a while—a while too many.

peter still remained blank.

so stop and ask yourself, what does your canvas look like?

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ahhhhh i don't know what this is i feel so poetry right now feel vibes i guess. i tried to end it all in suspense and mysterious but obviously i cant do that.

this sprung from 3 minutes to come up with a single prompt in english class. and i loved it so much cause it was mine—mine. my brain came up with tHIS.

so i made it into a one shot.

i want to rewrite or add onto it for sure i just wanted to see if people liked it??