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The warm, yet disgusting touches lingered all over his skin, as though, they were spiders, as he couldn’t do anything, but let the physical contact continue. No matter how many times he screamed, cried, yelled for help, no one had come to save him, on time, that day.
The printed paper of the results laid crumpled, on the floor, with a shoe print tainting the corner. It mocked him, as his eyes kept glancing, at the word, he suddenly dreaded most.
Omega.
A firm hand was gripping his inner thigh, as he tried biting, scratching, kicking, pushing, but those were only returned with a much harsher slap to his face, leaving a dark patch of purples and blues. He whimpered, at the throbbing pain of the aftermath.
He could hear the laugh that came, from the other cruel figure, his mind wasn’t functioning properly, desperately trying to find a way out of this. He could feel his airway closing, as a large hand clasped itself around his neck, over the collar, as he felt himself slowly falling further into hopelessness.
It wasn’t the first time, he had been touched by this person. He knew that, he remembered the other events, that would now haunt him, wherever he went. But never in any of those other times, had it been this rough, this risky. It was always in a friendly matter, touches between friends, nothing suspicious, or so he thought. He had never asked for any of this. He could feel breathing in his ear, as the voice whispered;
“It was fate Peter, we were meant to be.. Won’t you let me..?”
He persistently shook his head from the question, as panic flushed through his body. All his strength had left him bare, as he tried desperately to push him away. He felt eager canines clinging to him, against the collar that was wrapped around his neck, protecting him from these types of cases.
He heard a quiet ‘tsk’ before the pressure against his neck disappeared.
He cried, as he could feel a burning pain in his back, he had never seen it coming. No windows, a locked door and an empty room, he prayed that it’d be over soon, that all of this was a mere sickening dream. A few hours had already passed, since it had started, he was exhausted, in pain, sick, dizzy.
Slowly the world spun around in circles, dizzying him, as darkness engulfed his vision, for a moment.
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“Mama?” A blaring honk, from an annoyed business man, woke him, from his daydream.
Beads of sweat dripped down his stressed out features, as he could feel a small hand engulfed in his own. A quiet, angelic voice, as the hand squeezed his, he glanced down. He didn’t expect to zone out, he scolded himself, at how irresponsible of him. He walked quicker, until they reached the other side, he could see the daycare from the distance, indicating they were close.
He smiled, at the little girl besides him, her dark brown locks similar to his owns, as her big blue-green eyes stared at him with worry. He crouched down to her level, holding her delicate hands, as he pressed his forehead against hers.
A small yawn escaped from his lips, as he hadn’t gotten much sleep from studying, for an exam he had later today. She pulled out from their interlocked hands, wiping a fresh tear that lingered in his sleepy, brown eyes.
“Mama.. are you.. crying?” She asked worriedly, while he could see his reflection in those charming eyes of hers.
He gently placed his hand on her bed of hair, he didn’t like to let his emotions show, especially not in front of her. He took a deep breath of air, as he swiftly picked her up in his arms, hugging her, as tight, as he could. She was small, when she was in his hold. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck, hiding her face in his chest.
He continued his way to the daycare, May was busy with her job during the day, while Peter had school soon and patrolling later. Luckily, May would come back, in the early evening, to go pick her up, while would Peter walk home or stay in the library for homework.
Just before patrolling, he’d make sure to spend proper time with her, before leaving and arriving later in the late night. She’d be asleep, by then, or getting ready for bed. Peter always took a moment to check up on her, as May had reported she’d always frown, when he was gone.
“Violet, you know how much I love you, right?” He mumbled, crossing another busy street. He could overhear hundreds of conversations between strangers.
But his attention was specifically aimed at one person in particular, as she meant the world to him. Violet nodded proudly, still resting her head. He could feel the stares of women and men, of judgment or admirations, he wasn’t so sure. May had left already that morning, before they could even spot her. She was up and running, making breakfast, before rushing to her shift.
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Violet.
He gave one last forceful and painful push, panting from exhaustion. That was when he heard the cries of a newborn, his newborn, he could feel his own tears forming. He opened his heavy eyes, spotting a small figure nicely wrapped, in a blanket, as nurses were cleaning her.
May was sitting nervously at his side, whispering sweet nothings to her nephew, while reassuring him that it was all over. She rubbed soothing circles on the back of his shaking hand, as she watched over the cleaning process. Finally, he could see his own baby, resting in front of his eyes.
The nurse gently placed her in his arms, as he cradled her, he could feel himself falling deeper in love with his precious newborn. It was a miracle, like magic, when the baby sat in his arms, she immediately started calming down, as if she knew who she was currently on top of. May glanced at him with kind eyes, before turning her gaze back at the newborn.
“What are you going to name her, Pete?” She whispered, seemingly in her own daze.
He wondered for a moment, having been heavily occupied from school, mental health and a vigilante’s life, the thought of the baby’s name had completely slipped, from his mind. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, his eyes staring out the window, as he saw a professionally painted vase, containing a set of violets. Some seemed to have withered away, while others looked as though they were freshly picked.
He still remembered the story, as clear as water.
Violets were the very first flowers Ben had ever gifted to May, on their first date, when he had asked her out. It became a habit of his, to keep violets around the house, rather it’d be outside or inside. May wasn’t originally a big fan of them, she had her own preferences, but they soon ended up growing on her.
Violets were the flowers she planted at uncle Ben’s funeral, the sun was shining so brightly, as if it were mocking them. They spent the rest of the day, digging shallow holes and planting seeds, near the tombstone. Everyday, they would head out together, hand in hand, while watering each area with care.
It became a habit, arriving at the grave with all the necessities, they took their time watching over each plant, having casual conversations with each other, to keep the mood from shattering. They’d tell stories and catch up with Ben, as to how their days went.
Of course, that tradition ended several months later, after certain incidents, luckily the violets had bloomed stunningly. There was only so many violets they could plant, until it would become troublesome. Free time wasn’t so easy to obtain anymore.
It took months, before Peter could escape from his dark place, finally mustering up the courage, after agonizing but practical months of therapy and talking, to face Ben and announce the news. He was about more than halfway through, being seven months pregnant was exhausting.
May was there, sitting by his side, as she stayed quiet, letting Peter ramble about whatever he had stuck in his mind and chest. They continued visiting once a week, eventually changing to at least once a month.
Of course, after Peter was released from the hospital, with Violet safely in his arms, he immediately introduced Ben to the child. It was a sight to watch his own daughter get intrigued, by the flowers he named her after.
Her eyes were barely opened, as she had just woken up from a long nap, she pulled her hand out from the blanket, trying to reach out to touch the violets. Peter noticed her intention, crawling a little closer, as she held onto one of the petals, she giggled at the touch, he ended up crying a lot that day.
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“Alright sweetheart, we’re here.” He lowered himself, so she could land safely on the ground, however her grip around him only tightened.
He sighed at her protest to let go, he didn’t want to leave her either, but he knew he couldn’t stay with her. Was this what every parent had to go through? Probably. He hugged her tighter, her long hair tickled his nose.
“Vio, we’ve talked about this, I promise we’ll spend time together when I come back. We’ve done this before, haven’t we? Besides, next week will be summer break, we’ll be able to spend as much time as you want together.” He reassured.
He could feel her head twitch, it took all of his might not to laugh, at her adorable reaction. After a few more seconds of comfortable silence, she finally pulled her face away from his shirt, revealing a determined, yet sad face. Slowly and hesitantly she let go, giving a quick kiss on his cheek, as he returned the favour on her forehead, both of them giggled.
“I wanna eat ice cream..” She muttered in a lower tone, Peter nodded, unable to deny her innocent request.
She started walking towards one of the daycare workers, as she lazily waved her hand, Peter mimicking the same. When she disappeared inside the building, he took a quick breath, before heading towards his own school. Luckily, it wasn’t too far from here, though it did take some time to walk there, about twenty minutes.
He started jogging, trying to take the shortest routes and jumping over gates and fences to save time.
When he had been pregnant, May always kept a close eye on him, making sure he wasn’t reckless and warning him not to move around too much. Not wanting to worry his tired aunt, he obeyed her wishes but desperately missed the sensation of running and jumping around. Climbing walls, swinging around the city, chasing the bad guys, it was his go to. So after the whole pregnancy and recovery stage, he kept moving around at every chance he got, it just felt right to him.
Being an Omega wasn’t so bad, luckily, it didn’t play a major role in society, now. When the incident had first occurred, society’s mind was closed, and people were ignorant to inequality. Over the four years, since that day, things have changed, for the better. Many people began signing petitions for the rights of omegas, some respected figures had also briefly skimmed the topic.
Though if you were an Alpha people still tended to treat you, as if you were in a high class. Omegas weren’t very mistreated, though they weren’t exactly, as appreciated as much, as Betas and Alphas were. A little like how women were portrayed, as in the past, that’s what it felt like. If an Alpha were to go against an Omega, then all chances of the Alpha winning were very high.
The moment you were born, there weren’t particularly any hints, as to which class you were in, not like genders. It would show, as you grew up, each person took a test at the age of seven, since that seemed to be the average age where most people showed signs. It was just so parents and the person themselves had an idea, as to where they belonged in.
Of course, since you were still considered young, the results weren’t always perfect for everyone. And once you reach thirteen, you’d take another test, to make sure that you were put in the appropriate class. Omega males and alpha females were considered to be rare, since there weren’t many and still aren’t that many in today’s population.
Parent’s genes of course played a role in creating their child, however, it didn’t have much effects on classes. Of course, if your parents were both Betas per say, then you’d have a slightly higher chance to be a Beta yourself. But only by a few percentages higher, it really was random for the most part.
“WoAh-! Sorry..!” He yelled, almost stepping on a street cat’s tail, as he tripped on his shoelaces.
Normally he would’ve gone faster than he currently was, however, the last thing he’d want was, to cause any suspicions. He had an aunt and ‘recently’ a daughter to look after, so the risks of having his identity being exposed could put them in potential danger. Plus, he had to save energy, if he wanted to survive going to school. Apparently, his backpack felt ridiculously heavy, from all the textbooks he was carrying, at least from May had said.
He could hear voices of other teens, as he turned the corner reaching his destination. He gripped onto his knees for support, catching his breath, as he could feel a few pairs of eyes on him. He quickly ignored them, entering the building and heading straight to his locker.
“Hey Peter!” He felt a sudden heavy weight on his back, he recognized the tone of the cheerful voice. A smile made its way on his face, without his permission, as he turned his head around.
“Ned!” Now no longer alone, both teens gathered their books for their upcoming classes, walking through the crowd of students in the hallway. Peter could smell all types of scents and pheromones, ranging from shampoo, sweat, food, it was overwhelming and making him a little nauseous.
He pinched his nose, barely blocking any of the smells, as he started taking faster steps, Ned following closely from behind. Although having your senses enhanced by way more than the average being, can be useful and cool, it can also be quite the challenge to cope with, during your everyday life. He started regretting having stayed up so late, it wasn’t like he didn’t know the subject, just making sure he’d be ready even if he already was.
The last thing he’d want was to fail his year, which meant he’d have to retake it. The faster he graduated, the faster he’d be able to go to college and university and find a job to support the two young ladies in his life. Also, it’d make being Spiderman much more easier, than right now.
“Dude, how’s your princess doing?” Ned nudged the other’s arm, earning a sigh from Peter, as they entered their classroom. It was a fun little nickname both him and Violet had came up, having been picked up from their daily sessions of princess and knights.
It was quiet, a few students had already taken their assigned seats, as there was still twenty minutes, before class. They sat in the back of the classroom, getting a pretty decent distance, from the others. The truth was no one knew about Violet, besides Ned, MJ, Ben and May.
Ned had trouble keeping secrets, so he resulted in acting, as if Violet were a love interest, which made Peter eternally gag, but it did seem to work. Originally, MJ and Ned weren’t even supposed to know about the existence of Peter’s daughter, until the day where they had came over to the teen’s house, for a school project.
May had already gone out with Violet, from the desperate request of Peter, he had made the other night. However, he had forgotten to tell her, when they were coming over. So to say that they came back fifteen minutes after, they had originally left, because Violet had forgotten her favourite toy.. it was a whole disaster.
Just as they had made their plan and came up with good ideas, the entrance door suddenly slammed open. At first Peter had suspected it to be a home intruder, his heart raced and he panicked, he was getting ready to fight, until he heard a sweet, familiar voice call out to him. (Which made him panic even more.)
“Mama…! Do you know where dolly is-“ He saw Violet’s petite head pop out, from the door frame with the contagious smile of hers.
Though she paused when she saw two unfamiliar guests, in the living room. A huge grin plopped on her face, as she ran over to jump in Peter’s arms, May showing an apologetic expression, as she entered after. She snuggled proudly, into her beloved mother’s hold.
“Mama! Mama! Are these your friends?” She looked at them with big fascinated eyes, however he could feel two pairs of questioning eyes directed at him. MJ crossed her arms, as Ned froze in place, his hand inside a bag of chips.
“Oh? How old are you, kid?” MJ had asked, a wicked grin plastered on her face, as she stared kindly at Peter.
Violet thought about it, for a second, before flashing another one of her signature smiles. She held up her hand, showing three fingers standing up, starting from her index to her ring finger.
“Hm.. I’m two! But I’m gonna turn three soon!” She smiled innocently, daydreaming about her perfect birthday party.
However for Peter, he could feel the death glares and the eyes that screamed, for an explanation. May had went to the kitchen to look for Violet’s toy. Though, now that the cat was out of the bag, there was no point in going anymore. Violet ended up staying with the group in the living room, while May left to do some errands.
“You have a lot of explaining to do, Parker.” Violet suddenly shook her head, holding her hands into fists. She started frowning, catching everyone’s attention.
“Nono! You can’t be mad at mama! Or I won’t invite you to my birthday party..!” She scolded MJ, as Ned let out an audible gasp, he started pleading to get an invitation.
If it wasn’t obvious from that interaction, Ned and Violet ended up getting along well, though she was still a little shy around MJ. She wasn’t the best with children, but they did end up getting on good terms, though Violet usually stuck by Peter’s side.
Well the good thing was, was that they ended up accepting Peter’s secret, though he never went into much details, he did explained briefly what had happened. It was an emotional journey, but at least he now had two supportive and incredible friends by his side.
That incident had occurred, a year ago, currently, Violet was now four years old, while Peter was on his second to last year of high school. They had quickly realized how Violet was pretty intelligent, for a toddler, similar to Peter’s case, which wasn’t very surprising. She was still pretty young, so daycare was the only option for now.
“She’s doing pretty well, she’s getting ice cream, this evening.” He smiled at the thought, she always loved having ice cream for dessert, she’d act as if it was the first time she’d try it every time.
He adored watching the cheeky grin that always plastered itself on her petite face, so it became a habit to get ice cream, at least once every two weeks. Violet surprisingly rarely ever pushed the limits and rules, Peter had tried mentally preparing himself to handle tantrums and rages, but it never really happened.
Violet always listened and obeyed Peter, as long as she got to stay by his side and be his number one person, she didn’t mind.
“Woah..! Lucky! I wish I was your kid.” Ned muttered, making Peter chuckle at his ridiculous statement.
He never had the thought about having kids, especially since he had just been considered a teen. He didn’t mind being an only child, so when he had the news about being pregnant, to say he was shocked was an understatement.
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Though the thought of an abortion or adoption never crossed his mind, he mainly worried about all the work he’d be given to take proper care of the child, and if he was even capable of that. Of course, it was probably a selfish thought, they were already struggling with financial issues, now he had just added a new member to the family.
“Peter.. you-“
“No..! May.. this child is innocent, I can’t just.. please.. May..”
He felt an attachment to the unborn infant, when he sat down to talk to May about it, at first she was against the idea. She also didn’t like the thought of an abortion, ending the life of an innocent being who hasn’t even gotten the chance to experience life.
She headed more towards the idea of putting Violet up, for adoption, trying to find a suitable family. But the more she saw how much Peter had grown attached to the child, the more time progressed, the more determined he grew, she started hesitating and eventually grew to accept his choice.
She loved watching how her nephew kept running towards her, running up to her and yelling about how he felt a kick, how his stomach was progressively growing. He kept reading children’s story books, every night, as he sat in bed, leaning against the headboard. Every time they went shopping, he always wandered around in the kid’s section, looking at toys, cribs, diapers, clothes.
It was probably an irresponsible choice, however, they definitely didn’t regret keeping Violet.
Sure, he was already Spider-Man, had school, which was already a pain, but now having a child? It took months, to reschedule, to get used and adapt to having an infant, but they made it work, in the end.
They were quite gifted, that Violet was a kind and respectful child, she rarely ever caused a fuss and always listened to whatever Peter told her. If there was one person who meant the world for Violet, obviously it would be Peter.
A heavy sigh escaped from him, as he laid his chin on his hardcover book, on his wooden desk. Ned looked at him, patting his back in an attempt, to comfort him, though it didn’t seem quite effective.
“What’s up?”
He stared up at the ceiling, the memories of that day that haunted him, the upcoming months, when he started showing physical symptoms and how he, finally, had the courage, to reveal to May all the cruel actions he had done to him. She had already known, but it was the first time it had came out of Peter, himself. They both ended up sobbing, that night.
He wasn’t put in jail though, as mentioned, the fact that he was an alpha and that Peter was an omega, somehow had a say in his sentence. He was only left with a restraining order, nothing more, it was unfair but they didn’t have much power to argue with. Perhaps if it had happened now, the outcomes would’ve been different.
“I just.. Am I really doing this, right….? I mean.. I’m seventeen..! I’m not even done with high school, I’m a vigilante..! And now I decided to have a kid… I’m just worried.. scared.. what if.. I’m not doing this right? What if.. Violet doesn’t grow up to her full potential, that she struggles, that she isn’t happy, she’s miserable.. all because I decided to keep her..? I-“ He whispered, assuring that no one else was able to hear, other than his best friend. Everyone else was sucked into their own conversations, if it weren’t for his enhanced hearing, he wouldn’t have been able to hear Ned, properly.
He hated these types of moments, they were so quiet.. Too quiet, he had nothing to keep his mind off of these thoughts. He hadn’t realized, that he kept on rambling, until he felt an embrace, causing him to flinch. Ned quickly pulled away, apologizing for the abrupt contact.
“Dude.. you should give yourself some credit man.. You already did pretty well managing your life, I mean you go to school, save people, as Spiderman and you’re raising a kid..! I’m pretty sure Violet is happy with you, no, I know she is, besides if you’re ever too busy, I wouldn’t mind watching over her!” Ned reassured the teen, as he wiped a few tears that threatened to fall.
He couldn’t help but smile, he was grateful for how Ned was incredibly supportive of him. He nodded, staying quiet, as he tried calming himself down. It was a comfortable silence between the two, before Ned thought of something, in Peter’s opinion; absolutely outrageous.
“Oh right, can’t you like ask.. the Avengers?”