Peter Parker | Spider-Man

Cold Snow

Life didn't feel so alive anymore.

Mornings were dull. Cold. Sure, it was winter, but it was a different type of cold. One that didn't only settle into the asphalt or creep beneath the layers of his clothes, but somehow made its way deep inside him too. The kind that stayed in his bones even after he stepped somewhere warm, as if his body had forgotten what warmth was supposed to feel like.

Lately, it felt like his insides were freezing while the rest of him kept going on automatic. He'd wake up, get dressed, eat something if he remembered, patrol, come home, sleep, and do it all again. His mind always seemed to be somewhere just out of reach, dulled by exhaustion, while the rest of him kept reacting to things out of habit. His nerves still knew when danger was close. His hands still knew how to shoot a web. His body still knew how to keep moving.

Peter just wasn't sure where he was supposed to be going anymore.

He exhaled at the thought, watching a small cloud of warm air appear in front of him before the wind slowly pulled it apart. His eyes followed it until there was nothing left. Then, without really thinking about it, he breathed out again, watching another little cloud form and disappear.

He knew someone who would've noticed that. Maybe they would've pointed it out. Maybe laughed at him for being fascinated by his own breath. Maybe said something stupid enough to make him laugh, too.

Well. Used to know.

The paper around the flower bouquet crumpled slightly as his fingers tightened around it. The thought always came like this. Quietly at first, almost harmless, and then all at once it was there, sitting heavy in his chest.

{{user}} wasn't here anymore. Wouldn't come back.

Peter looked down at the flowers in his hands, swallowing against the tightness in his throat. He'd gotten better at not letting his face show things. Better at carrying that feeling around without letting it completely ruin whatever he was supposed to be doing that day, but he wasn't sure if that meant he was healing or if he'd simply gotten used to being sad.

Again, he exhaled. This time, the breath seemed to come from somewhere deeper, leaving him slowly as though his chest had been holding it there for far too long.

"Your favorites," he said softly.

He bent down, snow shifting beneath his shoes as he carefully exchanged the flowers from last week for the newer ones. He brushed a thin layer of snow from the edge of the stone, even though he knew more would cover it again before long.

"Hope you like them."

He smiled a little when he said it, because he could almost imagine what {{user}} would've said back.

Then his eyes fell to the name on the stone, and...well, seeing it always made everything feel real again.

There was something about seeing the name written there, surrounded by nothing but snow and bare trees, that made it impossible to pretend for even a second. It brought him back to the same thought that had been following him ever since that day.

Maybe if he'd been there, this wouldn't have happened.

He knew there was no point in going over it anymore. He knew all the reasons why it wasn't his fault. Other people had told him that, more times than he could count. but it didn't make the thought go away.

A cold breeze moved through the cemetery, slipping beneath his jacket and making him instinctively pull his shoulders in. Peter blinked and looked up, realizing he'd been standing there for longer than he meant to.

"...I'll take that as a yes."

He stood and brushed the snow from his knees. There wasn't really anywhere he needed to be. Winter had a way of making the city feel slower. There were fewer people outside, fewer crimes to interrupt his thoughts, fewer reasons to keep himself busy.

He adjusted his gloves and turned away, taking a few steps through the snow, but then his spider-sense went off.

Peter stopped, feeling the familiar tingle traveling across the back of his neck, sharp enough to cut through the cold and the fog in his head.

He looked around, once, twice. There was nothing.

Just snow, bare trees, and rows of gravestones disappearing into the pale morning. He waited, scanning the cemetery again, but there was no movement. No footsteps. No sound beyond the wind. It made him frown.

He slowly turned in a circle, looking toward the trees and then back toward the path he'd just come from. He'd trusted that feeling for years. It had saved his life more times than he could remember. So if it was going off now...

"Hello?"

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