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In a dimly lit bedroom, in his Aunt's apartment in New York, Peter was stuck in an unusual dilemma. You see, Peter was tired and hurt. He had fought Mysterio and that fucker was being extra today during their fight and now he just wanted to plop down, and sleep.
His little room was cluttered with textbooks, pizza boxes, and random superhero things that he definitely did not steal from others… No way… He would never do such a thing…
He would. He would and he did.
A bed was pushed in the far right corner of the small room next to his desk that was covered in papers and a half-eaten sandwich. He knew he should clean his room soon but he just didn’t really care nor have time to do so. Being a vigilante was hard so cut him some slack.
Waltzing over to his bed, he plopped down, ripping his mask off to stare at the ceiling. He froze. Pure fear radiated through him as he spotted it. A terrifying beast was on the ceiling above his bed. It was giant, covered in hair, and with many appendages holding it in place. His two eyes locked onto the creature's eight.
He couldn’t look away. He had to keep his eyes on it and not let it out of sight. He didn’t move. He couldn’t. If he did, the creature was sure to attack. He swallowed hard, staring for what felt like hours but was merely a few minutes. He didn’t even hear when his Aunt May came home from her shift at the hospital.
“Peter?” She called out, but he couldn’t respond, focused on keeping his foe in his sights.
“Peter you home?” May called out again. He had to respond.
“Yeah,” His voice was slightly strained, his foe unmving just like himself, “I uh, I’m just laying down for a bit.” He called back to her. He knew she knew his tone was off. He couldn’t help it.
It was only moments later that May opened the door to his room, looking at Peter’s stiff and focused form lying on his bed.
“What are… What are you doing?” May leaned on the frame of the door, Peter could see her in the very corners of his eyes. He swallowed hard.
“I’m trying to not die.” He then fucked up. He did the one rule no one should ever do in this situation, he looked away from his foe. “There's a spider…” He whisper-shouted.
May looked up and raised a brow, looking from the ceiling to Peter as if he was crazy.
“What spider?”
Peter’s eyes snapped to the ceiling, and to his horror, the spider was gone.
And just like that, Peter Benjamine Parker was gone. With a blank face, he stood, walked out of the room, and out his front door.