#the mcu fic
Easy Peasy | Peter Parker
Note: Back to deflecting all my shit onto Peter Parker because, well, I don’t know I just do. I’m okay, I’m just tired, and I’m tired of explaining that I don’t want to die but I’m also not happy. I am tired of being not happy, too, but this is easier to tackle. This was written fast through tears it might be shit.
Description: Peter doesn’t want to die but he doesn’t want to be alive either
Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark (mentioned)
Warnings: death, grief, harmful thoughts about self and death (read tags) but it’s not graphic at all it’s just depressing
Word count: 1.1k
Tags: Angst: talk of wanting to die, grief, depression (god this is not sounding good— DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE A FLIGHT RISK I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE)
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Peter Parker doesn’t want to die.
Peter Parker doesn’t want to die but, well, he doesn’t really want to be alive either. Not really. Not at all. But he doesn’t know how to explain that to anyone because, sure, Tony died and, yeah, the world almost ended, or something like that, but it’s fine, you know? He’s young, he’s smart— things come easyto him.
Peter Parker shouldn’t want to die because he’s young, and smart, and things come easy to him.
Except waking up— that doesn’t come easy to him. Or getting out of bed. Or putting on his socks. Or finding his socks. Or remembering that socks are a thing and that he needs to wear them or else his heels get blistered and then he won’t want to get out of bed in the morning. But besides that he’s young, and smart, and things come easy to him so he should want to be alive.
