So this is my second fanfict. I just wanted to try it out and see, I'm not sure exactly if I should continue it or not. Anyways I got my idea from a couple of prompts that I wanted to mash up. Peter is around sixteen in this and has had his powers for a couple of months.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, NOTHING.
It wasn't fair. Of course it wasn't fair, life was never fair to a Parker.
I had given up so much but it was never enough.
Never enough.
I stood in the ruins of my house, or what was left of it. The smoke rose in the distance to the top of the dome that covered the area. There was so much fire and fear in the air. I had never asked for any of this, and yet bad luck always seemed to look for me. Follow me like a lost kitten.
Aunt May, my last piece of normalcy, the one person who I knew I could always count no matter what life threw at me, the last person who loved me, Peter Parker, was gone. Queens was a suburban area, no one, no one expected it to be the location of an alien invasion. Why would we? Every other invasions was in the heart of New York. There was nothing here. And yet I knew that this would be where I would take my stand alone. The dome acted as a barrier, no one in no one out. The Avengers handled these kinds of things, all I handled was small time crime, street level, a giant Lizard, maybe but in the end they were all human. Aunt May was gone, everything that meant anything to me was gone, but there were others here. There were husbands, grandparents, sisters and I wasn't going to let them suffer the same pain. The anger boiled up in me threatening to spill like never before, and I was going to let it. These aliens and the doppelgangers of the Avengers they brought along, they were going to suffer, oh they were going to quake in their boots and beg for forgiveness before I finished.
I clenched my fists and closed my eyes. The heat of the anger just below the surface rose up until my very being was shaking with an itch to unleash my wrath. I opened my eyes, the smile suffocated under my mask.
