It was late at night and peter was sat on the edge of his favourite bridge, he let his legs dangle over and his toes were pointed at the dark water below, he enjoyed coming here since it was located just on the outskirts of the city and not many people came through the area. His mask was laid across his lap, he had removed it to avoid Karen (the AI that Tony Stark had built into his suit) sending out any alerts which she frequently did when she deemed Peter to be in distress. He didn't want to bother him anymore with his stupid teenage problems, all he ever wanted was to prove to Mr. Stark that he could do stuff on his own... yet time after time Karen would always end up calling him to come save his weakling ass. He didn't fit in at school either, Flash was bullying him everyday and it was starting to take its toll on him. He sighed as he rubbed his arm which was covered in bruises from the abuse he had taken earlier that day at school, they would soon heal though thanks to his super-healing ability. He could never be a true avenger either, no one trusted him alone and he almost always needed back-up from Mr. Stark when it was more than a couple of low class thieves.
Hot tears began to stream down his face, he scrunched up his mask and threw it into the water beneath him. He felt a tinge of guilt in his stomach, after all Mr. Stark had made him this suit and he'd probably put a lot of time and effort into it, but he didn't feel worthy of it at all, he didn't deserve it. Suddenly there was a loud beeping and vibrating noise next to him, it was the phone specifically given to him by Mr. Stark to be used in emergencies, his heart skipped a beat. Does he know? He didn't really want to answer right now, but if he didn't answer then Mr. Stark would probably come check up on him, which he REALLY didn't want. He fumbled to answer the call with his shaking hands and took a deep breath to calm himself.
"Hey Mr. Stark! How's it going?" he answered in his best cheery voice.
"Hey Pete. I got a notification from Karen that your mask is currently going for a swim and I wanted to make sure if everything is alright? I don't need to come over do I?" Mr. Stark sounded worried.
Peter gulped and started panicking, he had to go through with his plan before Mr. Stark found out and came to stop him.
"I'm fine! It's just windy up here! Got to go! Bye!" He blurted out a lame excuse and hung up before Mr. Stark could reply. He hoped that he hadn't notice his voice cracking.
In his panic he tossed the phone into the water, not that it mattered since he knew Mr. Stark had put a tracker into his suit, but it was too late to disable it now, he had to act fast.
Am I really going to do this? He knew there were people who still cared about him; Aunt May, Ned and maybe even Mr. Stark. But isn't it selfish of them to keep me here for their own sake? When I'm in so much pain, when I'm so empty inside and nothing will fill the void? I'm just so tired... He had to do it now or he never would. He shakily stood up on the edge of the bridge and looked up, the night sky was cloudless and filled with stars. I couldn't have asked for a better view.
He stepped forwards.
The wind was whipping all around him as he fell and he'd never felt so free in his entire life, of course he had experienced something slightly similar when he was out web-shooting on patrol, however this was different in a way he couldn't describe. It was as if all the weight had been lifted from his shoulders and nothing mattered anymore, absolutely nothing. It didn't matter that he was being bullied at school, that he couldn't be an avenger, what would it matter if he was dead?
A moment later, the feeling was ripped away from him when he crashed into the freezing river. The pain of hitting the surface from such a great height had rippled through his entire body and had forced out his last breath. He choked as he involuntarily gasped from the shock of the fall and inhaled the murky water, his lungs started to feel like they were on fire. He tried to embrace the pain that devoured his whole body, It was so overwhelming that he could barely stay conscious, yet he still found himself clawing at the water attempting to get to the surface. He couldn't think, his senses were overloaded, all he could feel was the harsh cold embracing his skin and his broken body screaming at him.
Everything turned black.
