A/N: I just realize it's gonna be kinda like in FFH...oh well.

Oh, and also, there's rape and stuff like that in here.

Peter's POV

I was just swinging around, patrolling...the usual.

When I heard a spine chilling scream form the alley way.

I quickly made my way there, only to find a 30-year-old dude towering over a crying teen.

"Sorry to drop by," I quipped as I drop in front of the dude who had his fly open. "Oh my God! Dude! Please keep your genitals in your pants at all time." I put my hand up to my eyes and pretend to look away.

"SPIDER-MAN!!" He shouted before getting out a knife and coming for me.

I quickly dodge his lame attack and webbed the hand with the knife onto a wall.

I looked back to the boy crying in the corner. His eyes were hazy. He was just staring at nothing, but the tears kept crying as if he was living his biggest fear.

And the spider sense came too late. A solid punch was landed on my face.

I turned around and saw that the guy still has one of his hands webbed to the wall, but he managed to bend far enough to punch me.

I quickly web his other hand to the wall as well.

As I approach him, I noticed a water gun strapped on his belt.

"You still play with water guns? How old are you actually?"

He just scoffed.

I snatched it from his belt, aiming playfully at him.

"Prepare to get wet!" I playfully jested.

"No! Spider-man, no!!!" But it was a bit late.

I already pulled the trigger.

But instead of water coming out like I expected it to, out came a puff of matcha green gas.

The both of us started coughing roughly, his eyes started to turn glassy and hazy like the boy in the corner.

As I felt my conscious slip away, I quickly tap my spider emblem three times, sending a signal to Avengers Tower.

Then I finally succumbed to the darkness.

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Then what felt like hours, I felt myself slowly opening my eyes again.

But I wasn't in the dirty alleyway or the Med bay in Avengers Tower.

No.

I was in my old house. The one I lived with my Uncle Ben and Aunt May.

I looked in the mirror.

I was no longer in my Spidey suit. Instead, I was younger. Way younger.

Then my gaze shifted to the calendar hanging on the wall.

My heart dropped.

It was the day my parents died, or at least, the day I received the news that they were gone.

I tried to think further than today but I couldn't. The newest memory would be before I fell asleep that night.

I tried to move but it was as if something else was controlling my body.

Something forced me to skip 'happily' to the door to greet Uncle Ben and Aunt May.

I felt as if I was a young boy again.

Before I knew it, I was basking in the warm hug the two adults gave me.

"Welcome back, Uncle Ben, Aunt May!" The young me squeaked out cheerfully, not noticing the dark aura surrounding the couple.

"Hey, Pete..." Uncle Ben trailed off.

I had to act out the whole thing again, and the worse part hasn't even come yet.

"We just came back from the post office. There was a telegram, sent from Oscorp where your parents worked..." Aunt May looked away as she wiped away a stray tear. "Pete...your parent...they didn't make it. They died in a plane crash..." Uncle Ben finished and hugged his nephew tight.

I felt my face morph into a look of pure shock, sadness and guilt.

Then I looked at Uncle Ben and Aunt May. It was the face that I still remember to this day.

The young me began sobbing so much, my eyes became puffy and my breathe uneven.

Then something changed.

It isn't playing out like how I remembered.

I remembered that Uncle Ben and Aunt May would take me to get ice-cream and console me.

This wasn't it.

"WHY DID YOU HAVE TO MAKE THEM COME BACK EARLY FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?!" Uncle Ben shouted and pushed me onto the ground.

No...this didn't happen...

"WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BE SO SELFISH?!" He continued to shout and slapped my face.

I looked up at Aunt May but she looked away with disgust before I could even mutter a single word.

"LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU, Y-YOU FILTHY PIECE OF SHIT!" He roared and punched me in the stomach.

"U-Uncle Ben..." I weakly muttered out.

The sadness of the event, now added with guilt and even more suffering.

"YOU KNOW, YOU SHOULD'VE BEEN THERE WITH YOUR PARENTS AND DIED WITH THEM!" He grunted and flung me across the room as my frail little body hit the wall and darkness consumed me.

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Then I woke up again.

This time, I was in a library.

I looked over to my side and saw the man I despised. The man that gave me a mental scar.

It was my old friend Skip.

VERY EXPLICIT RAPE CONTENT. SKIP FOR A BETTER MENTAL HEALTH! I DID NOT PLAN FOR THIS, BUT THERE'S SEX SCENES AHEAD. DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU. IT'S SOME SERIOUSLY MESSED UP SHIT AHEAD.

I was forced to look back down at the exotic magazine where two men had their junk out.

"Come on, Einstein. Let's try it out. You see what those people in the magazines are doing? Let's conduct our own experiment." Skip whispered in my ears as a shudder rip through my body.

"I-I don't think so, Skip. I need to go home now." I immediately stood up and packed my stuff. "Bye..."

But unlike in my memories where I managed to escape, this time, I wasn't so lucky.

He pulled me by my arm and ripped my shirt off.

"When I say we have sex, I mean it. And since you disobeyed me, I'm going to have to punish you, little Einstein." He sneered and started to unzip my pants.

"P-please, Skip. D-don't do this. I b-beg you!" I cried out as tears streamed down my face.

He didn't listen.

Of course, he didn't listen.

He pulled down my boxers and freed my penis. Groping it harshly.

"Nice little cock you got there. Einstein." He snickered and began moving his hand up and down the side of my length.

I tried to free myself from him, but seeing that I'm just a child against a full-grown man, it was hardly fair.

He growled and scooped me up, flung me across the room and into a dark corner of the library where no one walks there, and handcuffed my arms to a pole.

"You shut your fucking mouth unless you want to get caught in this filthy position, you little shit." He barked and unzipped his pants, revealing the huge throbbing cock. "Now suck." He ordered and pulled me head towards his penis.

And when I didn't open my mouth, Skip forcefully shoved his dick in my mouth, jackhammering away, and I could do nothing but to cry and let him have his way with me.

After a couple of minutes, I felt his balls tightened and before I knew it, strings of cum came shooting out and Skip made sure I swallowed every single drop of it.

"Now that wasn't so bad now, was it?" He asked in a sickly-sweet voice.

I didn't answer him, "PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP ME!!!" I yelled out and immediately, a few men came running up to us.

"What are you doing?" A guy asked Skip, eyeing me carefully.

"Oh nothing, just having some fun with my toy here. Want to join?" He asked wickedly.

I thought they would be disgusted by the idea and let me go, instead, the all smirked and shed their clothings as well.

Bulbous cocks stood proudly in front of me.

"Suck, you little twirp." A guy sneered and shoved his dick in my mouth the same way Skip did.

Tear came pouring down the side of my face, my nose filled with snot as I wiggled helplessly as these grown men took advantage of me.

Skip went behind me, smacking my ass, and without any warning, shove his dick in me.

No lube, no nothing. Just some saliva from the blowjob he forced me to.

Pain shot through me entire body.

I asked him to stop, to take it out, but he ignored me.

He kept pumping his cock in my ass and went faster anything I asked him to stop.

The two other guys walked towards me, picking my hand up to wrap around their cock.

When I didn't do anything, they slapped my face and motioned my hand to jerk them off.

There wasn't anything else that I could do, so I succumbed to their wishes.

The guy in my mouth blew his load in me, smirking as he did so, looking down at me with a smug smile.

"Keep going, slut. You're not done yet." He laughed and that drew in some more unwanted attention from the other visitors.

They all looked over to the scandalous act, snickering and fishing their phones out.

The two people I gave hand jobs to came all over me, my hair had cum in it, my face was a complete mess.

It wasn't like I could move their hands away; I was still handcuffed thanks to Skip who orgasmed multiple times in my ass already.

To make it even more disgusting, Skip went back to my mouth and made me blow him with his cum still leaking out.

The guy on my left took Skip's place, fucking me roughly just like how Skip did. The all were showing smug smiles as they fucked me mercilessly.

A woman came out from the crowd, stripped down and looked at my cock.

She lowered herself in as her tight pussy took me in. She tightened her core and it felt like she was trying to break my cock.

She started bouncing on my cock at a fast place, not minding the other cocks being shoved around.

Thinking that I was distracted long enough, a new guy came and shoved his junk into my asshole as well, making it two cocks in the ass, a cock in each hand, and one in my mouth, as well as a pussy wrapping around my own cock.

When I felt my nuts twitched, I couldn't pull out in time, not that the lady would allow me to, and shot my load in her warm pussy.

The woman gasped, standing up and kicked me balls before punching me unconscious.

When I woke up later, I was back in my house, I thought I was safe until I saw Uncle Ben and Aunt May fucking me, taking advantage of me, just like what Skip and those people from the library did.

There was a video on the Tv playing in the background.

It was the video of me getting sexually harassed by those people, those visitors must've taken a video of my while I was a mess.

I felt sick.

This can't be real...

I fell unconscious once more.

END OF RAPE SCENE. HOPE I DIDN'T TRAUMATIZED YOU TOO MUCH.

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This time, when I 'woke up' I was buying a sandwich.

I was a bit older now, and then I realized this must be when Uncle Ben dies.

Okay, Peter. You know what to do. The faster you finish the sooner we can get this over with.

I was walking back home when I heard a gunshot.

I knew it was the gunshot that killed Uncle Ben.

And like my memories, I ran towards him, dropping on my knees and cried over his body.

"U-uncle Ben..." I knew it was useless but I did it anyway.

"That boy killed him..."

"I heard that's his nephew."

"Can you believe the nephew killed his own uncle?"

"What a murderer!"

"Monster!"

But I didn't kill him...the thief did.

Or so I thought.

Because there in my hands, was a gun, painted red with Uncle Ben's blood.

"PETER! HOW COULD YOU KILL MY HUSBAND!" Aunt May ran in through the crowds. "HE GAVE YOU EVERYTHING AND YOU DID THIS TO HIM?!"

I wanted to shout at her, tell her about all the things he did to me like after that rape session with Skip, but no words came out.

I stood there, frozen.

I couldn't tear my gaze away from the gun.

"Pe-peter...you're a m-monster...you...you deserve t-to die..." And then his eyes rolled back and he never woke up again.

"I know, Uncle Ben...I'm a monster..."

"YOU DON'T GET TO CALL HIM YOUR UNCLE YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT!" Aunt May yelled and pushed me away.

It was either she became super strong, or I became very light, because when she pushed me away, it was enough force to make my back hit the wall.

Before I became unconscious, I heard the familiar sound of handcuffs locking and the radio statics of the police walkie talkie.

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"Face it tiger, you just hit the jackpot." Mary Jane smirked at me and dragged me over to a fancy restaurant where we planned to have our date.

I don't remember this happening...

The first thing that happened when we enter was a waiter spilling a piping hot bowl of Minestrone soup on me, wetting my clothes and burning me alive.

The whole restaurant burst into laughter and even my date, Mary Jane snickered at me.

I excused myself to the bathroom to get changed, good thing I brought a spare shirt.

When I returned, I saw Mary Jane already kissing someone else.

It was my best friend Harry.

Great.

I faked a smile when I saw them separate, and walked back to my back stabbing date.

Mary Jane isn't like this...she's a nice girl...

"Hiya Tiger. Glad to have you back, hope you don't make a mess again." She teased loudly, letting the whole restaurant hear.

I shrunk in embarrassment.

The rest of the date went surprisingly well.

And of course, it was too good to be true.

"Thank you for agreeing to go on this date with me." I smiled sincerely and tried to kiss her.

"Hold up, Parker. I only agreed to this because your best friend dared me to. Did you really think that anybody would want to date you? You're a nerd, Parker. Nerds like you will never come to my standards. Piss off. I mean look at you. You're not even handsome like my boyfriend, Harry Osborn. You know him? You know your own best friend? He's only sticking around to mess with you. Remember that." Mary Jane sneered and left the restaurant, not after pouring her ice coffee all over me.

I felt my eyes well up with unshed tears as I stared at the door.

"Oh look! He's going to cry! BWAHAHAHAHA"

The whole restaurant was all laughing and pointing at me.

"Couldn't even score himself a date! How pathetic!"

"Look at him! Covered in food. HAHAHAHAHA"

Why can't the ground just swallow me...?

And then it did.

The ground swallowed me whole, the sound of mocking laughter slowly fading away.

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Now I was in the bell tower with the Green Goblin.

Great.

Another twisted up death I have to witness.

This event passed by faster than I would've thought.

I shot the web to her falling body, knowing full well what the consequence would be, not that I could change it or anything.

Before her neck snapped like I knew it would, I heard her shout at me.

"PARKER! YOU ALWAYS FAILED TO SAVE THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE, DON'T YOU? YOU PATHETIC PIECE OF SHIT DON'T DESERVE TO BE ALIVE!" Then I heard the snap.

I bent over, crying my eyes out.

I didn't care that the Green Goblin was right behind me. I didn't care that he knocked me out and tortured me.

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I whipped my head around to stare at Ned sitting on my bed, the Lego death star completely destroyed.

"Y-you're Spider-man?!" He whispered-yelled.

"Um, no no no! This is just a suit! Yeah, a suit..."

"But you were on the ceiling!"

"Um, yes, yes I was..."

"Does that mean you're dating Deadpool? Cause if Spider-man is dating Deadpool, and you're Spider-man, then that means you're dating Deadpool?" It came out more of a question than a statement.

"yeah..." I rubbed my nape nervously, knowing full well whatever this reality is, is seriously messed up.

"I-I got to go." He quickly said and exited my room before I could question him.

Definitely not like the canon timeline...

the next morning, I woke up with an uneasy heart.

As I made my way to school, people were giving me disgusted looks.

When I entered the school, Flash came sauntering up to me like every day.

"Hey, Penis!" I rolled my eyes at his new nickname. "Hey! What are you rolling your eyes for? Don't you like my new nickname for you? Heard you liked sucking penises. Don't you think it suits you?" He smirked and shoved me into a locker.

My eyes widen. Nobody knew that except Ned...

And sure enough, there was Ned, laughing with Flash and walked away from me with Flash's goons.

"Ha! Penis Parker suits him."

"What a fag..."

"Ew, stay away from him, Stace, don't want to get contaminated with gayness now do we?"

"Even Ned decided he was a loser. Good for him!"

"What a slut. Hey Penis! Want to suck my dick too?"

At least Ned didn't tell them about me being Spider-man...

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I woke up feeling incredible pain on my chest.

When I looked back, that's when I saw the building on top of me.

Homecoming...

I know I can lift it.

I gathered all y strength, but it didn't bulge. Not even a little.

"Hey Kid. What are you doing down there?"

"H-hey, Mr. Stark...can y-you please help g-get this thing off m-me?" I asked, every word hard to speak.

"And why would I do that? Having the Hulk sit on you was a good idea after all. Now no one would bother me. You're a nuisance, Kid. Nobody likes you anyway. Have fun drying here!" Mr. Stark laughed at me and kissed Aunt May.

The two giggled and watched me suffer as they made out.

Sometimes throwing stones at me, bruising my face.

"Alright, this is taking too long. Tic Tac!" He shouted and then I felt a massive weight added on my back.

"Hey there, Scott. Nice idea. Giant man will definitely fasten the process." Aunt May said and licked her lips, eyeing Mr. Stark's lower part.

Then I heard it.

The loud crack as my spine snaps.

The shards poking my intestines, and other organs.

I began bleeding out...

"Peter!"

Huh?

"Peter wake up!"

Where's the sound coming from...?

"PETER!"

My visions began to blur, waking up a few moments later to bright blinding lights.

"Guys?" I asked in my sleepy state.

I recognize the familiar white walls of the Med Bay, Doctor Cho towering over me, Mr. Stark and Doctor Banner on the other side.

"Kid! Kid...thank god you're alive!"

"We were all so scared, Peter."

"Don't ever do that again, Parker. It was hard flushing the toxin out of you." Doctor Cho gave me a pointed look.

"Hehe, sorry...but are you guys real? It's not just my imagination, right?" I eyed them suspiciously.

"We're real...Peter." Mr. Stark said as his eyes soften and filled with pity.

"Tell me something you would never tell anyone else!" I sneered.

"I...I sometimes dress up in Pepper's clothes, you know, bra, panties, skirts and all that. Don't forget the makeup, then dance around the bedroom. Happy?" Mr. Stark groaned and I sent him a teasing look. "You didn't need that, did you?"

"No, of course not! But it was fun to toy with you like that." I smiled cheekily at him. "FRI? Did you save that under blackmail folder #5?"

"Yes, MemeLord."

"Thanks FRI."

"Wait, but how did you know this is the reality and not some hallucination the gas is making you believe?"

"In those hallucinations, everything was blurry except the main thing. My head would pound as if I had a headache. I mean yeah, I still have a concussion from crashing on the ground, but it's different. You get me?"

They all just stared at me blankly.

"Oh well, never mind. Basically, I'm fine and doing well, thanks for asking."

-2 June, 2020