Peter Parker Imagines Novels & Stories

, Neil's said with a wink. "Anyways, so we call him Peter Parker.", He said smiling. "You are a 'Parker', Neil.", Sarah said. "Oh shut up! I can do better than Spiderman.", He said as finally Sarah was done with my wound. She looked up at me. "Don't move your hand too much. It might hurt.", She said with a warm smile. "Now, Iron Man, kindly come here.", She said as I got off the bed. "Oh thank you, Ms. Romanoff.", He said jokingly before going and sitting opposite to her.

"Early? Do you know what time it is?" One glance at the clock on his bedside table, and Parker became Peter Parker. He wildly swung over the things that were on the ground to get to different corners of the room, to get his stuff. Then, he jumped over his bed smoothly and left with a hasty 'Bye!' I surveyed the room, thinking of how long it would take for me to clean it. The answer was 'a lot.' Parker poked his head in again and said, "Please don't tell Drake about the cookies," he said sheepishly. "Go!" I yelled.

Purple energy exploded from his fingers and hit the lamp on the table. I gasped, looking at Zel. Peter had an ability that was so much like hers. Mr. Grayson was also shocked. "I'm sorry, I just got mad." Peter apologized. "How is this possible?" Mr. Grayson asked. Peter gave him a small smile. "That's just how it is. I came back to the physical realm and found out that I had…" he held out his hand, "...this." That wasn't all. I stepped forward. "It's more than that. It also affects your memory, doesn't it?" I asked. I saw a look cross Peter's face. "That's why you were confused earlier. You forgot who Zel and I were."

"that's just some random guy I saw on the internet" "Oh, he look so much like Peter" "Your eyes deceived you" I'll just have to find Peter and talk to him before this gets out of hand. T. B. C.

Peter rose from the bed, leaving Alexia frozen in place, her mind reeling from what she had just seen and heard. The images Peter had shown her spoke volumes—of all the people who could have sought vengeance for her actions, she had fallen into the hands of the worst possible person. The Peter she remembered—the friendly, warm sixteen-year-old boy—was long gone. In his place stood her tormentor, someone unrecognizable, a man who wielded her life like a weapon. She knew she was utterly at his mercy, and he would never let her forget it.

Contrasting with Peter, who was supposedly out of town and wouldn't return anytime soon, Brian conveyed a sense of urgency. Personally, I harboured a desire to meet Peter, though articulating the exact reasons proved elusive. Our interaction had been limited to a single video call with Brian, yet the intrigue persisted, perhaps fueled by his personality or physical appeal. Strikingly, Peter resembled Brian so closely that I initially mistook him for Brian's twin during the video call, only to discover later that they were not related.

The impact brought forth a piercing scream filled with despair, a sound that made everyone feel a deep sorrow. Peter felt his energy field shattered quickly, and his vital energy dissipated utterly. He looked weak, and his face turned pale with terror and panic. "No! No!" he cried. "My energy field is still there. It has to be. Let me try again!" Peter's face was filled with panic and fear as he kept shouting and rolling on the ground while tears streamed from his eyes. "Argh! Why is this happening to me!" he wailed. "I've only tortured and killed dozens of people and played with hundreds of women. Isn't this the privilege of someone as distinguished as me? Why is this happening to me?

Harry chimed in with a tease, “Yeah, someone must be feeling guilty and letting their imagination run wild.” Peter looked at us with exasperation, “You two can stop pretending. I know exactly what you’re thinking.” I squinted my eyes and continued to tease him, “You dare to say you let him go without doing anything?” Peter flashed a smirk, “I did something before letting him go.” Harry’s interest was piqued, and he pressed on, “What did you do?” Peter's smile grew wider, and he said with an air of mystery, “Do we need to be so specific? What do you think two men could do?”

He told me. "Thanks, man." I told him. "Take the rest of the day off and go check on May." He nodded. "Thanks." I could see the relief on his face. Peter was a loyal apprentice and even though he was one of my most loyal friends, he never took advantage of that. He did his job and never slacked off or asked for special favours. Not even to be by his mate's side at the hospital. "Oh, by the way," Peter spoke, "Just a heads up, Captain Park is pissed."

A passer-by who witnessed the crime called the police, and Lola was later arrested and thrown behind bars. One day, Julian held me lovingly in his arms as we basked in the warm sunshine in the yard. The gray kitten we shared was curled up in my lap, purring as it napped. "I heard that after recovering from his injury, Hayden couldn't work and has resorted to begging on the streets," Julian informed me casually. I stroked the cat's silky-smooth head and smiled faintly. "Oh, that's nice to hear." Julian kissed the top of my head. "Do you feel vindicated?"