(WARNING DEPRESSED THOUGHTS)

The day went by pretty fast, nothing happened that Peter couldn't stop before. Peter loved being spider man, but it is still tiring. Some times he just wanted to sit back and watch the sun set. So that's what he's doing.

He's sitting on the edge of a apartment building watching the sun go down. Peter remembers when he and Ben would sneak out just to watch the sun go down. 

Those memories make he sad now, Peter hates that he's gone. He hates that he couldn't protect him, he hates that it was him who suffered.

He hates that it wasn't him.

Some times he wished it was him, and not him.

He hadn't lied to Ned when he said he didn't feel like himself.

It's times like these Peter wished they could understand.

Peter stares at the sun.

By this time tears are streaming down his face. His mask still covering his face so not even the sun could see his pathetic expression.

Peter can feel the cold December air flowing around him, telling him he should probably get home and warm up.

Peter stands up from his spot on the building leaving a snow less spot where he was sitting. He sticks his hand under neath his mask and wipes the tears away.

Peter turns ready to leave.

And that's when Peter finds himself on the ground.

 "What the?", Peter says out of breath from hitting the ground so hard. He looks up and that's when he starts to panic because there, right in front of him.

Was 'the' Caption America holding his shield, which he had just throw at Peter.

Hey guys sorry for not updating lately and for this chapter not being as long as the others. 

I was in a hurry because today is my birthday and I'm going out with my family later so I had to hurry.

I now I'm bad at writing

And I'm sorry this story isn't really good, but I hope your enjoying it, more to come soon.

Also I only ever really write this story when nobody's home with me, so yeah.

Pls leave your comments on the story I'd love to read them, hope you enjoy this chapter and more to come, peace.

~Riley

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