Hey remember when I said the final chapter of this would be made eventually. Well here it is… Yeah, I'm sorry I haven't done much in a while but I have been busy and I honestly wasn't sure how to end this. This was my first sort on fanfiction that was modestly successful, I honestly never imagined that a few would look at this and follow it let alone anyone favoriting it. I know this is a bit short but I think it's as it should be for this type of chapter. Despite this small detail, I still hope that for you guys out there reading this it's worth the wait. Enjoy!
Chapter four
The confession
The agent waited until they were all there, all the avengers. all these costumes and capes are here at a fairly ordinary warehouse on dock eighteen to hear a man confess to murder. out all these people attending James Freeman is by far the most normal, average (if a bit stained) shirt with some also average (but just as stained) pants unfortunately for him he is the murderer they're looking for.
"This is the guy who killed Peter?"
"I didn't think he would look anything like this."
"A lucky shot this guy must've made a lucky shot."
"I still think doctor octopus is involved in this."
"God, it makes me sick just looking at him."
These and many more comments are the noises that fill the warehouse. Each hero speaking their mind openly. James Freeman hears all of it.
"Quiet down! You want to hear his confession, right? Then let the man speak!" Agent laurel demanded. The room quieted. James got a straighter posture in the chair he was currently handcuffed to, then he began to speak.
"Hello I'm James Freeman, though I doubt any of you care so I'll just get the point. Why'd I, do it? I'm sure you're curious. Was it because I was some hitman sent to take him out, or maybe I'm some radical terrorist out to destroy all that makes the world great. However in actuality it's a much simpler answer. I needed money, I couldn't pay the rent. So, I had this idea, it seemed like a stroke of genius at the time. There's this arts and crafts store by my apartment and they don't open until late in the afternoon. so, I thought I'd come in early, wearing a ski mask and break in, steal a few bucks and be out of there before in no time flat before anyone even knew. Oh yeah, and I brought a gun just in case. It was going according to plan when I started, I broke the display window to get in and began removing bills. I didn't think he'd be up so early." James regaled, the crowd started to speak again.
"Wait, who was up early?" One of the heroes indistinguishable from the others asked.
"Who do you think?" James quipped and then continued. "He swings in and drops a funny line like robbing a register how original or I hate to break it to you but ski masks aren't exactly stylish anymore or something like that and begins to set up his normal web the crook routine. Now I'm absolutely terrified I don't know what to do, so I close my eyes, grab the gun and fire. I-I didn't think he would be even phased. H-Heroes are bullet resistant, right? Right? Nothing's happened, no jokes, no webbing, no nothing. I open my eyes...I-I shot him five times in the chest, he looks like Swiss cheese and I don't what to do. I can't call the police I don't want to jail. S-So I try to run, I don't where just as long as I'm not here… He grabs me by the leg he's dying but he can still grab by the leg. I scream let go! He says I can't die alone, I need to say this. I starting yelling I don't care just let me go! But he doesn't and I hear him talk, about everything. He tells me about his and how he wished he could talk to her right now, he tells about all the loose ends he doesn't want to leave behind. It felt like an hour but it was only five minutes, I ask why he told me this. James tell as he begins to cry.
"Because I once made a mistake, I let someone close to me die. That mistake made me who I am, I hope it does the same to you. Don't let this be you, don't look in the mirror each morning having to say I killed Spider-Man to yourself. Be more than this...be more than me. if you survive this remember... to...smil-."
"He didn't even finish, died on the floor right in front of me. I heard the sirens coming toward the building. I sprinted out just praying they didn't me. I-If I'd just waited or tried to earn a bit more money maybe he'd be still alive. And his words every time I heard his name. I-It never should've been this way. I-It never should've been like this." James concluded.
The crowd went silent, no one moved. Agent laurel called him some agents to drag him out. The whole time the only thing you could hear was him.
"I-It didn't have to be this way. It never should've been this way. It never should've been this way…"
Well that's the end I hope you didn't hate it. I might add one little tiny tidbit that could kind of be called a prologue but not really. But other than that, what will become of our characters. Well I'm releasing something eventually that might use a few of these guys again. But if you'd like to think the story ends here you're welcome to that opinion. Regardless of what path the characters, you guys, or I go on. This was a fun ride and I hope you're with me for many more.