Peter POV:
Telling a little boy that his parents weren't coming home might have been the hardest thing May ever had to do... almost.
She knelt down and put a hand on 3 year old Peter's shoulder, looking him in his soft brown eyes. It was so hard to deliver the sad news that she started tearing up.
"May?" Young Peter asked, concerned for his aunt.
"Pe-Peter, I need to tell you something..." She choked trying to get the rest out. "... It's about your parents." Then Ben walked over to the two of them, his eyes red from crying over the loss of his brother and sister-in-law.
"Your parents aren't coming h-home." He said for May who had started crying again.
"What..." His young brain took a second to process the information. "Why?!" Peter then cried out, his eyes starting to sting with hot tears.
"T-They had to g-go away for a while." Ben said, not having the heart to tell his young nephew that they had died in a plane crash.
"Why! Do they not love me?!" Tears were streaming down Peter's cheeks.
"No, no! They loved you! But- they had to go away." May said, trying to comfort the young boy. "They didn't want to leave you... but they had to." All three of them were now crying, and May stood up to be in the comfort of her husband. Peter hugged their knees, crying hysterically.
"I want my Mommy and Daddy back!" He sobbed. People around them in the airport turned to look at the broken family, sympathy in their hearts as they realized that the little boy had just lost his parents.
[Time skip]
I shot up in bed gasping, tears streaming down my cheeks. I'd been crying in my sleep again, remembering the moment that I had found out that my parents had died. Quickly, I wiped away the tears with my bed sheet, trying to think of something else, anything else.
Then thankfully something caught my attention. Well more like I heard something; a faint beeping noise, though it sounded close by. I stood up on my bed and looked across at the wall where I thought I was hearing the sound. I moved my gaze up and noticed a small black thing stuck towards the ceiling. Small enough to miss if you weren't trying to look for it. I got out of bed, cautious of the creaky floor boards, and walked over. The black dot was too far up to reach standing, so I jumped up to reach it. Landing back on the ground as quietly as I could, I opened my hand and studie the small black thing. I turned it over in my hand, and- wait. That looks like part of a... Oh no. It's a camera. The small black thing is a camera.
I dropped it immediately and stumbled backward.
Had they seen, whoever was watching me? No, no of course not. But what if they had...
I stumbled back into bed, where yet another nightmare awaited for me.
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Sry, this first ones a little short, but they get better and longer I promise.
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🕸Spidey Son
Fanfiction-edit- I started writing this back in 2020, and so the beginning is a bit... um, meh. But it gets better I promise!!!!! Peter Parker has lost a lot. First his parents, then his aunt and his uncle. So he didn't expect being almost flattened to death...
