Here we are! Chapter six is here! I should’ve probably have said this in the previous chapter for my story, but I have to give @Kevy_Grayce on Ao3 a big thank you for letting me ramble on and on about this story and the many upcoming ideas I have for it. It means a lot to me that you’re willing to listen to all that I have planned for these characters, and I’m really grateful that you enjoyed these ideas as much as I do.
Also, screw the corona virus for pushing Black Widow’s release date back.
It can go suck a lemon.
I know some states have already imposed martial law and quarantines, so I pray for all of you to be safe out there. I know this will all blow over in due time.
Teen and Up Audiences
Language, panic attacks, domestic violence.
Peter suddenly yelped, jerking his left hand sharply, almost as if he had burned it. “Son of a bitch, that hurt!” Gripping his hand, he noticed the underbelly of a blue-black and indigo spider.
It bit him. One of those freaky Super Soldier spiders bit him.
Peter Parker’s life hasn’t been all sunshine and rainbows. After losing his uncle in a shooting, and witnessing his neglectful aunt take up drinking as a coping mechanism, he learned to fend for himself, no matter the hardships he faced.
But with one bite of a spider, Peter’s life is changed forever.
Tony Stark, former investor of the Avengers team, and undercover crime boss, has taken an interest in him, while Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, is determined to protect him from the life of crime she knows will be bestowed upon Peter if he stays with Stark.
Tensions rise high with the threat of alien technology, and unwanted news of Peter’s parentage send the well-known hero’s life spiraling beyond his control.
Chapter 6: The Truth Isn’t Always so Kind
Peter was in a daze. All throughout school, he felt as if he could barely focus.
The remnants of his dream bled into his school surroundings.
The red and black colors of the hallways that once were filled with students, now filled with ballerinas, guards standing at every door, and the sound of idle chatter now were filled with the sound of harsh commands and the occasional gunshot.
The Mutant snapped out of his daze when Ned jerked him away from the wall and into the lockers next to him. “What? What happened?” He blinked rapidly before readjusting his grip on his backpack straps.
“You started walking up the wall. That’s what happened,” Michelle responded flatly, her frizzy hair pulled back in her usual messy ponytail/bun.
“You alright, man? You’ve been out of it for, like, all day,” Ned said, as Peter wiped a hand down his face.
“Not…. Not really, Ned, no….” He admitted in defeat. “I had this…. This weird dream last night, and it’s been bugging me all day…”