Taking Blame

December 24

"I can't deal with you right now!"

"Your kind of a problem..."

"You'll hold us back"

"Poor Parker got no one who cares!"

"WE DON'T NEED YOU HERE!!"

"People have it worse."

I was alone, again, for the 6th time. I stood on a thin pole, the drop could kill an adult 15 times over, and it was more than enough to kill me off. I took out my camera and put it on record, taking a deep breath.

"Hey...My names Peter Parker, today it December 24, 2024...I..Um... I wanted to tell everyone sorry." My breathing was shaking as I tried to regain myself. "Im sorry people have to deal with me, I'm sorry I'm a problem, and that I'm useless, I know no one cares, and I know no one ever needs me..." I took a deep breath, holding back broken tears. "And people do have it worse..." I looked at the camera, and spoke about my day, just a small rant I guess.

"Ned, Mj, Aunt May, Mr. Stark, Natasha, hell...Flash... I wanted to tell you guys, this is my choice, and you never did anything wrong. And I know people have it worse..." I looked directly at the center of the of the lens.

"But people have it better to." Than the recording ended, I tossed the camera into my bag and used my webs to shoot it to the building near me. I started walking back and forth on the pole, 'One wrong move, one wrong action, and Spiderman looses attraction. Once he falls, he could no longer crawl, for no wall to latch on-' I threw my web shooters at the buildings side, smashing them and ruining them completely. 'No web to catch on.' I froze when I heard foot steps.

"Spidey whatcha doing?" Non other than the Merc with a mouth, Deadpool giggled, sitting cross legged on the ground across from the thin bar. "Be careful, that would be a nasty fall!" He giggled again, I rolled my eyes at him, giving him a small smile, he had no idea.

"Where are ya slingers?" Wade chirped, gesturing to his clothed wrist. "That fall could kill you if you don't catch yourself." He finished, looking at me amused. I looked down, feeling so high, for just a few moments, before looking back at him, he gave me a confused look through his mask. "What if that's the point?" I looked away from him, I saw his clothed eyes widen, and he stood up.

"Wait...what do you mean?" Wade took slow steps to the thin bar. "Hey Wade...?" I looked up at him smiling, tears welling in my eyes, he had a look of fear, shock, and hurt. "Y-Yeah buddy?" He asked slowly stepping onto the bar, his boots gripping at the metal frame.

"I'm not ok." I finnaly admitted, jumping off the pole, "PETER WAIT!!!-" Wade's pleads faded out as the ground rushed closer to me, I felt everything now. The wind hitting my body, the fading sound of Wade's voice, and the look of buildings growing taller.

Images flashed though my mind-

Aunt May and I when I was younger, me and her throwing snow at one another. And swimming in our excuse of a pool trying to play sharks and monks, she always loved to play as the shark.

Ned and I building a new Lego set, and reacting to a new post on Instagram about a new Star Wars coming out. Him and I met when I was younger as well, we hit it off because we fought for the last Star Wars movie on the shelf.

MJ and I making fun of one another, her drawing pictures of me and calling me names that I only laughed at because they were friendly. She always had a straight face, and she seemed to be one to take shit from anyone, but I made her smile.

Flash teasing me, but there were times he seemed to flirt with me. He stuck up for me when it really counts, but he grew to hate me since his mom died, and he blamed me for not fixing her phone, so she took a ride to a shop and got into a crash.

Mr Stark and I always seemed to be alike, he taught me so much, he helped me love myself more every day. Sure it never helped me completely, but he always took my mind off things, and got me to work.

Natasha, taking me in when I was always broken, upset, or just wanted to duel with her. She always made snarky joke on spiders and my hair, but she never really showed any negative emotions, I don't really think she's ever cried before.

Than Deadpool, the Merc with a mouth...no....Wade, I never really like how Deadpool was, or what he killed for, but I always believed in Wade Wilson, he knew how to be funny and always took on a jokers role.

I felt tears fly from my eyes as my descending came to an end, the last thing I saw was a small spider web on a lamppost, then my world went black, and everything stopped. No more words, no more hurt, no more thinking, no more mistakes, no more Spiderman, no more Peter Parker.