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Peter had lost things in the past. He had lost fights, lost himself, his mentor, his future. And funny enough, they were all lost due to the same factor- Him. He was always too weak, too childish, too late, and others suffered for it.
Letting Mysterio get close to him was a mistake, a big, big mistake. Too trusting. He let the man into his mind and let him doubt his strength and, painfully, Peter admits, his mentor. Tony had left the glasses to him and he just gave them away like a second hand gift. He doubted Tony’s judgement and trust in him and Peter was now seeing the consequences unfold in front of him.
“May..” Peter was bloodied and beaten, but he still limped his way towards her paling body. May, sweet, kind, loving May was bleeding out, impaled by the Green Goblins machine because she was coming to help him. Too late. A dark sting emerged from the shadows of his chest as the shock began to fade. Peters healing factor was kicking in, connecting his split skin making him tingly all over. That dark sting moved up from his chest to his throat as he choked on his words, only able to repeat her name with a breaking voice.
“May..” She looked over to him. He could hear her breathing, labored and scared. She knew she was dying.
“Peter-” Her voice was steady, and supporting contrasting the fear Peter could hear in her heartbeat. Her eyes were loving and filled with tears. Focusing and blurring every second, likely blinded by the pain of death. Peter could see she way saying something but scorching pain filled his mind, green, and red flashed in his vision. The memory began to fade away, replaced with his own mind and pain. He could feel the very atoms of his body being ripped apart and reformed the ripped apart again. Then, just as fast as it began, the pain was gone. Instead he felt wet, and angry. So, very, angry. Memories began flooding his mind, all seemingly tinted by green. Strange, MJ, Ned, May, Happy, Doc Oc, Green Goblin. As the memories filled his head something began to fill his lungs. Peters eyes shot open, immediately stung by whatever this disgusting liquid he was in was. His hand began thrashing violently with his super strength hitting everything around him. After only two hits the thing enclosing him in this liquid burst open flying into the air and crashing back to the ground. He shot up, coughing and gasping at the cold air above the thing he was in. Everything was dark and cold.
“Hey! Nigh-” Voices. From far outside. He should be able to hear the conversation clearly but it seems his lungs were not the only thing filled with this glowing green fluid. Green. God he hates green right now.
“Can’t you- me in!” A man’s voice shouted.
“You drag- along- don't even tell me-” Peter's ears were getting better, the green fluid running out each time he hit the side of his head. He was absolutely covered in this sticky gross liquid. Honestly, he wanted to throw up, for like eight different reasons.
But his stomach was empty or otherwise filled with more of the green liquid. Underneath all the liquid residue was his spider suit, slightly broken and not responding to him. ‘No Peter Parker in Database’ it would repeat every time he would ask Karen. So he just retracted the nanobots into the watch Mr. Stark had gifted him. Making him shiver more when he was in his thin civilian clothes.
Outside the voices were much louder. Even without his super hearing their loud voices were giving him a headache.
“O said she heard another one pop up.” A man's voice said, it was light but filled with a hint of seriousness.
“So you decided to drag me, the only one who has a solid reason for not wanting to see one of these damn holes again, along.” The second person, another man, had a deeper voice, and was obviously tired of the other man, who ‘dragged him along’ to wherever this is.
In all honesty Peter was absolutely not on the mood to see people. Even more so due to the fact that he was covered in whatever this slime was. Plus it seemed these two guys needed some alone time with each other. As they clearly had some issues.
Peter slowly moved to what he deduced as a stone wall to look through a small crack. The men should be close enough to see and they were coming from that general direction so tell him why, when he looked through said crack he sees a man in a spandex suit, and another covering his face with what is probably a Halloween mask? Like a knockoff Iron Man mask, he would know as, and he is not embarrassed to admit, he probably has one lying somewhere in his apartment. If the man was his mentor, of course he would have something like his mask in his room. Totally not because he had dressed up as him one Halloween. Don't get it wrong.
The men were walking towards the building he was in. Shit. Peter stilled. They can see the green glow from the liquid through the very crack he was looking through. Good God how he hated green. Peter quickly began searching for the exit. There were no windows, and the only door he could find was stone and was sealed shut. Sure he could break it open, but imagine two guys in odd outfits see a teen punch through a wall of stone in an equally odd outfit(not in a style sense, he had great style. But in a sense that he was kind of glowing and covered in goo). So, Peter did the next best option. He climbed to the ceiling corner and waited for the men to leave once they failed at opening the stone door.
But, of course, Parker luck came in to ruin his day once more. Peter could hear the guys stop in front of the door, and only seconds later it crumpled to the ground. Honestly, that's not fair. He had the idea before them but was cautious. They just destroyed the door and are now invading his personal space, how rude.
The rude men, he now saw, were wearing costumes with masks, or a helmet. But not the time, he decided. Before they look up and see a skimpy teen on the ceiling he needs to get out.
“Well, we found it O.” One of the men said, not really to the other guy. The man with the domino mask slowly stepped towards the glowing goo peter had recently clawed out of. “There’s…no one in here.” He said, his hand slowly moving to the utility belt and onto an oddly shaped boomerang? Peter very slowly began to climb to the other side of the ceiling, towards the door.
“If its empty..Nightwing…” the man with the red helmet began to speak. Peter could clearly hear a voice changer muffling his actual voice. “That means..”
“There is a Lazarus pit escapee loose on the streets.” The man with the domino mask finished. His emotions are clear even with the mask on his face. He was horrified, and worried.
Peter was so close to the door. With the men still entranced by what they found, or didn't find in the…’Lazarus pit’ they called it? Peter would be able to make a quick escape. Or well, he should have been able to make a quick escape. But Parker luck decided to make its sixth appeared of the night. Only a few crawls away from freedom, green sludge collected on his clothing, and slowly dripped down, falling right on one of the men's heads. Oh, and not the one with the helmet, but, of course, the one that would feel the slimy liquid drip onto his scalp.
The man flinched and slowly touched his head bringing the slime to his face. Confused, he looked up, meeting Peter's eyes, still on the ceiling. Peter's concentration broke and the slime made hsi sticky grip to the ceiling release and he fell with a squishy splat to the cold ground, grabbing the second man's attention.
Both men stared at him, and Peter started right back. The seconds dragged on and the silence filled all of them making them turn to a full minute.
With quick thinking and his amazing mind Peter came up with the most amazing ice breaker.
“So, you two lost on your way to go trick-or-treating?”