Monster.
Peter never really gave much thought to the word.
A monster was… well, a monster. It was a bad thing that appeared in fairy tales. It was an adversary, that serves as an obstacle for the gallant hero. The monster was often chained, killed, or banished to some distant land.
Peter sometimes wished that he did. If he did, maybe he would have learnt that a monster does not need fang, fur or claws to be truly evil. That humans are more than capable of being beasts themselves.
But he didn't- he just didn't, and that will be something that will haunt him until the end of his days.
What Peter didn't learn (not until the end) was that he would become a monster himself.
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Peter did not mean for his Uncle Ben to get hurt- but he… he was just so angry.
Angry at the fact that his parents left him all alone, dying in a plane crash. Angry at the fact Uncle Ben and Aunt May were simply not his parents. Just angry at the whole goddamned world that took everything that was good in his life.
He was angry at the fact that, out of everyone in the world, why was it him that had to grow up without parents- to be an orphan.
Peter just wanted to know them- to stop them from being blank slates in his mind, constantly wondering whether they would be proud of him or not. All he had were vague memories of his parents that were filled with hazy warmth, and half-forgotten memorabilia that were gathering dust in the basement.
So, Peter searched, and searched and he found Dr. Connors- a man who knew his father. Peter was deliriously happy, finally feeling close to the unknown figure.
When Uncle Ben had come, poking holes in his happiness- and Peter just became so furious. He allowed himself to become so disillusioned, so angry, so vindictive that he lashed out- spewing out venomous words to the only family that he had.
Peter stormed out. Uncle Ben followed him.
And Uncle Ben got hurt. Really, really bad.
And Peter could have stopped it.
But he didn't.
Instead, he allowed the thief to walk away, in an act of petty revenge against the store clerk.
Peter had allowed his Uncle Ben to get hurt.
(OhGodOhGodOhGod).
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It was then that Peter knew. He knew that, in the deepest, darkest part of his soul, he would never be a hero that his Uncle wanted him to be. He was always the screw up, a freak.
A monster.
And nothing will ever change that.
A/N: So….hi? Sorry for disappearing for a while, but real life seriously hindered my writing time/inspiration. But seeing how school has recently finished, I got this out. I have to say though, seeing Captain America: Civil War has also helped to kick my writing into gear- while I think it goes without saying, I might as well mention that I am completely ignoring the MCU's Spider-Man (though Tom Holland did an awesome job in the movie- I literally was bursting out laughing whenever he was on screen).
Thank you to all who has followed and/or favourited my story- it's ridiculously humbling to see how many people are enjoying my story. And special thanks to Guest of Honor, Cashagon, sparrowsmelody, and Update2soon for their reviews!
Before I forget- in chapter 9, I asked if anyone knew which film that Beth was originally in. Kudos (and virtual gold star) goes to Cashagon who wisely used google and discovered that Beth was in the first Avengers film. If you didn't notice her, don't feel too bad- majority of the actresses scenes were cut, (though you can find them on YouTube).
Until next time!