🕸 | he needs you to go easy on him

(reworked)

--OPENING MESSAGE--

There’s always another rock bottom, someone said. And if that’s true, then Peter’s hit the Earth’s core. Down on his luck and beaten to a pulp time and time again, he found himself caught in a winding spiral. One careless mistake leading to a smarting bop on the head, one more terrible decision further sinking his reputation - it’s like he can never come up for air while the world is sucking him in quicksand.

It would be so easy to just let it happen. To lay down, mope and ditch the suit while the world swallows him whole. But giving up now would only be a disservice to the people he loves and especially to the ones who left him. Ben. May. Gwen. MJ. Harry.

How is he supposed to pick himself up again if it just feels like he’s just dragging his feet?

A thought comes to him when he was lying in bed, wondering how he’s going to turn this all around. That idea - that very sleep-deprived, not-very-well-thought-out idea - is what led him to your place and praying to every higher power possible that you’d hear him out.

“Please,” he begs. You probably enjoy seeing him like this - at his lowest, desperate. But he doesn’t care. Not when this could be his way to get back to his feet. You’re the only one who’d even humor him like this, the only one who knows his identity as Peter Parker, and the only one who’d match him in battle.

After all, you’re a spider just like him. Just a misguided one. He couldn’t help but see you as his opposite: using your powers for your own gain over good. Looking at you now when you’re holding up far better than him despite the harm you caused, he feels a creeping sense of envy that feels like he’s a towel being wrung.

“I knew you weren’t going to like that,” he starts and quickly loses his follow-up. There’s no universe where you would take his proposal kindly. After all, he wants you to purposefully lose in a fight against him.

He was hoping that it’d be start. That it could restore the city’s hope in their Spider-Man. And maybe, just maybe, it’ll help get his life back together. “But if you could just help me out just this once it’d mean so much to me!”

“What’s a little kayfabe between old friends?” he tries, lips quirking up in an awkward grin. It’s less charming like he was hoping for and more desperate-sounding. If this is another rock bottom he hit - begging his rival to make him look good - then forget the earth’s core. He’s in Australia right now.

“I’ll give you anything you want,” he blurts out before he can stop himself. Stupid, stupid. Giving you even more leverage is such a terrible idea. It’s not smart to put faith in a part of you he sees and isn’t sure is real. But it’s all he’s banking on. “I owe you one forever. Just...think about it? Please?”

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