Hi!
This is the first extended fanfiction I've written since 'Not Your Fault', so bear with me.
I'm not entirely sure how long this is going to be, or where it's going to go, but I look forward to finding out.
Please comment! They really do help me out of writer's block.
SIDE NOTE:
I just finished watching Spider-Man: Far From Home and had this idea, so be warned that this potentially contains Endgame spoilers, Infinity War spoilers, Iron Man spoilers, and pretty much every other spoiler for any other movie before and including Far From Home!
If you don't care, I don't care! Just warning you!
Also, no rude comments. Please? If you don't like it, it's called the back button. It sends you back to the previous page. There's also the close button, that shuts down the entire window. Please feel free to use either or both of these.
DISCLAIMER: If I owned Marvel, or Spider-Man, or Iron Man, or any of the characters, you'd know. And I definitely wouldn't be posting fanfictions on a little website. I'd simply put it in the movie.
Peter's breath quickened as he shoved his MIT hoodie into his backpack and followed it up with the first Spider-Man suit Stark had ever made him. Even if Spider-Man was hated by the world and nearly everyone in it, he figured he'd rather be safe than sorry. He turned a full circle, examining the room around him for anything else, glancing at the clock on his bedside table. It'd been ten minutes already, and he'd only given himself thirty to start with.
"Lobot!"
Peter turned for his bookshelf to grab the only action figure left on it, snatching up the small shard of the black dahlia that he'd put beside it. He'd kept it while the main part still hung around his sweet MJ's throat, imagining telling their children all about it years from then with the shard for proof. But now he was leaving her, and Ned, and May to keep them safe.
He slipped the necklace shard into the small inside zipper compartment of his backpack and then folded the Edith glasses into his breast pocket, looking around for anything else he'd need. He already had two extra pairs of jeans, a science t-shirt Tony had given him, the fuzzy Hello Kitty pyjama pants and NYC t-shirt, and his internship plaque from Stark Industries.
It was sentimental, he knew, but if he didn't grant himself this one small comfort, he was going to lose his mind.
His wallet was tucked into the buttoned pocket of his black cargo pants, his web-shooters were snapped onto his wrists, two pairs of spare ones already in his backpack, and he zipped his navy windbreaker up to his chin. He made one final lap around his room, pausing beside the decathlon championship team photo.
Ned had double peace signs thrown up, Flash was staring daggers at the back of an oblivious Peter's head, and MJ's delicate fingers carefully made a circle just below the waist of her skirt.
He smiled at the memories it brought.
The front door slammed, snapping him out of it. He flung his backpack over his shoulder and headed for the window, pushing the blackout curtains to the side and sliding the pane up as he heard May call out to him.
"Peter! Have you seen the news, Honey?"
Her frantic footsteps headed for his bedroom, but he was already climbing up on the ledge and, with only one glance behind him, he jumped out, throwing a web to catch himself. He swung and threw another one, and then he was gone, moving farther and farther away, leaving everyone left whom he loved behind.
A tear trailed its way down his face, and then the wind blew it away as though it had never been there. This wasn't supposed to be the way things went. He was supposed to sit with MJ and Ned at lunch the next day. He was supposed to take MJ swinging, and then for donuts, all the while listening to her complain about the heights, even though he knew she loved it. He was supposed to take MJ to senior prom, and hold her close while they danced, sharing secrets whispered in breaths close to each others' cheeks.
He was supposed to go to MIT and study technology, trying to get his homework done on time as he sat in the library beside MJ as she rattled on and on about her gender and women's studies, and feminism, and slavery, and every mark of injustice in the world.
Instead he was here, jumping down from a lamppost several miles from his apartment and pulling the hood to his windbreaker over his head against the stormy weather, trying to blend in with the crowd. Because they knew who Spider-Man was, now, and they thought he was a killer.
Instead, May was staring out the window of her nephew's bedroom, having noticed the missing personal items the minute she had entered the room. She knew Peter had seen the news. She knew he was gone. She knew why. People would come after Peter, and she would never let that happen, and that would have put her in danger. She prayed he'd be safe.
Instead, in a cabin hundreds of miles away, the basement lit up by a blue light, a red button flashing urgently as heavy footsteps thundered down the stairs and a slim body slid into the swivel chair. A scarred right hand touched the screen and swiped right, hesitating before scrolling down.
"What's going on, Jay?" he snapped out. Bare feet appeared on the stairs behind him.
"What's wrong?" a lady's voice called.
"I'm trying to find that out," the first one muttered. He kept scrolling, and then stopped, reading, his mouth partially open.
"Damn it!" he gritted out. "I gotta go. I'll call you as soon as I can."
He was out of his seat in an instant, punching buttons on the wall and then making a dash for the staircase, brushing past her without a word.
"I love you."
She stopped him with a gentle hand on his arm and a quick kiss to his cheek. He returned it with a smile, a scarred hand through her hair, and then he was gone.
