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In this story you are the spiderman. You have to deal with the grief of your best friend's death to help you fight crime. Nooooooo!" I woke up screaming, remembering what my nightmares were about. I had been having them for a year, ever since my life practically imploded, and everytime I wake up screaming his name I get sad, and then I feel a pang of guilt, then anger. It was my fault and nothing I did could change that. Flashback I was hanging out with Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy when my police radio warned us that the police were raiding Fisk tower, there had been allegations but the cops were waiting for a warrant, and today was the day they striked. I was a Spider-Man, same with Peter and Gwen so we headed to the tower ready for a fight. After making fools out of a few of kingpin's lackeys we headed to the top of the tower to face Fisk. we battled for what seemed like hours. Kingpin was a big man but he could still keep up with all 3 of us. I kept getting tired, so much so that Fisk was able to send me flying into a wall. With me down he turned and attacked Peter and Gwen at the same time, even though they were far apart. Me and Gwen were dating, and she was the first one I saw so I chose to save her, when I was bringing Ghost Spider to safety my spider sense went off and I turned to Peter. Fisk was about to slam his fists down on the man and I tried to pull Peter out of the way with my webs, but of course I had no fluid left. I watched Kingpin slam his fists on my best friend and then escape as I ran to Peter and took my mask off. "No, Peter." I said to him on the verge of tears. "Come on man, don't leave me, please". "It's okay Y/n." Peter replied, wiping away my tears. "It's my time but I will always be with you. Thank you for being my friend, Spiderman". Those were the last words Peter said to me. I held his body in my arms and I broke. "No,no,no,no,NO!" I yelled "PETER!!" Part 1: Broken Part 2: Shattered Part 3: Healing
Remembering
