#spiderheld

a smile, girlish and eager flashed across her expression as she watched him land on the building, the red suit contrasting sharply with the cornflower spring sky. “ are you ready, spider? ” as fond as she was of him — and she was terribly fond  — the excitement did not lay with his presence, but with their destination. “ now, i must warn you, i take stealing very seriously. if you want my help, you must follow my rules. ”

𝚂𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝚄𝚂𝚃 .

🕷 ⸻ all around them is fire , pillars of smoke , screams & sirens — F.E.A.S.T. , a sanctuary to this never - sleeping city , is burning — but peter can’t bring himself to care about any of it . he’s gone blind to flaming destruction around them . all that matters to him now is the one thing he prayed he’d never see . not like this . she should be so much older than this with silver hair & deeper etched wrinkles outlining her warm smile ; she should be in a hospital bed with him cradling her fragile hand as she slips off to sleep . not crushed beneath burning debris — ash & sparks settling around her hair like a dance between snow & stars .

peter’s carefully slotted an arm under her shoulders to prop up her head in his lap , smooths back frazzled hair while he hushes her through hot & salty tears . hushes her in a futile attempt to conserve her dying fumes . hushes her because he doesn’t want to hear this . no more last words . no more goodbyes . no more funerals . no more .

❝ no , aunt may , n - no , stop it — please ! ❞ his mask is long gone , forgotten . he doesn’t care who sees his face . his face , looking into the one that had begun to blend with that of his mother’s , damp with tears , contorted with the agony of a horrified child who can only watch as his worst nightmare unfolds . ❝ pl - please don’t leave me , aunt may — ❞ he sobs through thin breaths tainted by thick smoke . feels as though he , too , may collapse into rubble . ❝ i need you . . . ! ❞

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𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚂𝚃 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 .

🕷 ⸻ he'd suspected may would grow raw & weary of all this eventually , pluck up her last straw & be done with all the late nights , cuts & bruises brushed under the rug , all the lame excuses for . . . well , excuses & demand answers once & for all . he'd watched his poor aunt's suspicions pique over the last year & some odd months , predicted this conversation would pin him down for the longest time & yet , he stands -- stuttering & wringing his hands like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar -- a drought in his mouth .

❝ please , aunt may , please , jus' drop it ! there's -- ❞ there's nothing going on ! ❝ ya' don't understand -- ! ❞ you don't understand why i can't tell you ! ❝ i don't want t' shut you out ! okay ? i - i don't , i neva' did , i jus' -- i can't . . . ❞ i can't lose you , too . i can't lose anyone else .

peter wilts , & though he's a good foot taller than his aunt , he feels small under her watchful gaze . all is quiet in their tiny queens apartment save for the tick - tick - ticking of the clock on the wall . it seems to get louder with each second that passes . he thinks of his father & all the secrets he held to his chest -- buried with him -- all the questions that weighed on a young , lost peter as he grew up without him . he thinks of gwen & the look of betrayal in those blue eyes of hers whenever he tells her " i can't do this anymore . " how it shatters both of their hearts every time .

"   miss mary jane, i do believe you’re mocking me,   ”   affected accent is accompanied by equally dramatic movements, a hand coming to rest over her heart.   there is something surprisingly soft on her features, she has had her fair share of problems with the other woman.   to be quite honest, at several points, she quite honestly hated her.   “    you’re gonna look out for me?   ”