#ordinaryspidey

It was like any ordinary day for MJ. With his father’s business -- or well his step father’s business, rising and making the ranks, there really was never any time for him to just ... be. He started off at a butcher shop and finally gave in to his mother’s wishes in working with her new husband. It was a strange world MJ lived in; A world he didn’t feel a part of and now he was playing a puppet to something he didn’t want to do -- something that wasn’t for him. Is this how his life was to be like? When was the last time he had even smiled? A genuine smile that is, not the ones he flashed his secretaries every time he entered the lobby to Watson Enterprises. 

He didn’t question it; Instead he grabbed his briefcase, his keys and headed out. It was late at night and he needed some sleep. Did he check his e-mails? Well it was a part of the job so he had to; But there was always one e-mail he always waited for. It never came and it reminded him of how sad and pathetic he was for even waiting. That hope that soon one day things may change never left, and he always waited. 

He was on his way to his car when he heard a few men yell out at him. Unsure of what was happening, MJ realized a hood had been thrown over his face and someone had taken a hold of him. “Hey!” he yelled in defense, his arms locked at his sides but his legs kicking in defense. “Let me go!” He tried to shake the hood off of his head but it didn’t help that his attackers had punched him in the stomach to keep him still. At this point, should he even try fighting fate? What if this was the end for him? The pain from the punch had him hunched over but his hands were held behind his back. It’s as if his lungs didn’t know how to work anymore as he gasped for air through the hood. 

i can help you.

those words echoed for longer than they should have, considering  what happened last time he asked for help from peter. or from anybody.

was this going to be different? does he deserve this?

“PETER—?”

He thought he was DONE with this whole MULTIVERSE thing, but if this was the PETER PARKER he knew, then GREAT—If NOT—well, back to SQUARE ONE he guessed. Regardless, he stayed on the ROOFTOP he was on, legs dangling from it as he looked down at the SPIDER below.

“I mean—you ARE Peter, right?” It’s okay—no one’s around.

@ordinaryspidey liked for NWH based starter

It wasn't him! Gwen had to remind herself of that every time she so much as looked at Peter.

Her Peter didn't have powers, her Peter was dead.

But whenever she looked at him, Gwen's heart ached.