Just a quick story-not related to anything-that I thought of for fun. One-shot for now, but I may decide to continue it, maybe... Anyway, R&R and enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own U.S.M or anything else you recognize from something!
The rain poured down on the abandoned streets of New York. The roads were empty, as well as most of the shops, and only one person stood in Central Park. This person wore a black raincoat over a plain shirt and jeans. He had no umbrella, and the wind kept blowing off his hood. But the teenage boy still sat on a bench, staring at his hands.
"I can't believe it," The boy muttered. "I can't believe it." And a lone tear streaked down his face. He should have done more. He should have tried harder. He shouldn't have failed. But he had. Him, Peter Parker, had failed his mentor. He sighed in frustration, what had Doc Connors done to deserve this? All he had wanted to do was save Spiderman, and he had, he had saved Spiderman more than Peter could count, but at a price. Now his mentor, his teacher, his friend, was probably in the sewers somewhere, with no one to help him. Peter stood and walked out of the park. He wasn't really heading anywhere, but simply trying to get away. Away from his defeat, letting the rain rinse off his failures.
"Hey kid. Why so sad?" A gruff voice suddenly said. It seemed to be coming out of an alleyway. And indeed, a tall figure in a long black coat was standing in the shadws. He had on a large hat and a hood to keep off the rain, and Peter couldn't make out his face.
"Oh, um, it's nothing..." Peter mumbled awkwardly.
"Can't be nothing I've no heard before," The man said. He had an odd way of speaking.
"Um...ok..." Peter looked at his feet.
"Sorry, I have a bit of speech problem, it act up sometime," The man apologized in embarrassment.
"No, no, I wasn't trying...I didn't mean to offend you...I'm just upset about...a, um, test, I failed?" Peter offered.
"I know it not a test getting you upset. You look like someone with weight of the world on shoulders, and no young kid should feel like that over test."
"How would you even know?" Peter shot back, it wasn't like him to get so upset, but he knew he had had two options: get mad, or start crying in front of this strange man.
"I know more than you think. Hunger is worse than bad test, homelessness is worse than a bad test, friendlessness, is definitely worse than a bad test." Peter stared at the man in shock. He couldn't believe he'd been so...cruel. He decided to humor the old man to make up for it.
"Look, I'm sorry. It's just...have you ever felt like...like no matter how many times you win...the failures just get worse?"
"Everyone has. But the important things is never giving up."
"So I've been told. But, I have this friend, and he needs help, my help, but he won't let me in..." Peter knew he shouldn't have said anything about Doc Connors, even in code, but he felt like he could trust this sad man.
"Well...maybe he need time to realize that you want to help. Maybe he facing two paths. Let him choose, don't force him."
"Wow, you're the first person to tell me that, like, ever!" Peter mused.
"Like I say, I've seen a lot," Peter heard a smile creep into the man's voice.
"Yeah...I still feel like he's my responsibility though, you know?" Peter sighed.
"Like a burden? Like a weight? As if you mind is having a war with itself, asking if it's your fault or not?"
"Yeah...yes...exactly, how do you know?"
"My mind love having wars with itself, you could said I have experience. Heh, it almost like I have two of me in my head!" The man chuckled roughly.
"Tell me about it, whoa! I gotta go," Peter glanced at his watch, seeing he was late for dinner. "But, thanks for that. Will I see you again?"
"Only time tells, but I've got a feeling that you will." And the man watched the troubled boy smile, pull on his hood, and hurry through the rain on his way home.
"Indeed, only time tell...Peter..." The man said, watching until his friend disappeared from sight, and smiling, a pointed tongue quickly flicking out of his mouth.
Inspired by both boredom and "The Lizard"/"The Sinister Six" episodes. I sort of wanted to practice my Peter povs since most of my stories are Danny based. The ending was a product of what you can do if you just start typing with no clear direction, which I always do anyway! :) Hope you guys liked it and...
Wolf out...
