Could you do Tom Holland's spiderman with reader being a vigilante and ends up hurting someone with her powers (you can decide what powers) and later confides in him "I feel like a monster sometimes" "maybe it would be better if I just disappeared"? Ily and your blog!!
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After I told Peter what happened, a silence settled in the room.
I knew he would be the only one to actually understand how I felt, how much of a responsability it was and give me advice on what I should do about it.
Being Spiderman, he was like me. Even if I was more like a vigilante and not a superhero like him. Everyone loved Spiderman, but my fire powers were more dangerous and violent than his spider powers.
“I feel like a monster sometimes" I piped up, seeing as I made him uncomfortable and he remained quiet.
He finally looked up at me, just to glance down again and play around with his hands in restlessness.
“You’re not a monster, Y/N” Peter whispered as though he was afraid to speak too loudly.
“I am, I hurt that poor boy… I was trying to save him, but…” I sighed, trying not to cry at the thought of it. “I guess I lost control of my powers and things got ugly”
“It’s not always easy” My friend told me, looking into my eyes to comfort me. “But this accident doesn’t negate all the good things you did and all the people you saved”
“No, Pete” I sobbed, feeling how the guilt and the fear were eating me away. “Maybe it would be better if I just disappeared”
“No way” Pete shook his head vehemently. “The world needs you, you’re a hero!”
“No, they need Spiderman. He’s the hero, not me”
Peter stood from his bed and held my hand tenderly. I could feel his eyes on me, but suddenly needed to avert my glare from them.
“I won’t let you quit, you’re too good to this world to just quit” His voice was sweet and soft. “You’re the one that gave me courage to be Spiderman in the first place”
“It was a terrible accident, but that doesn’t make you a terrible person”
“Just take your time, recover. And then come back stronger”
I began to cry, unable to hold it in anymore. But Peter held me tight and let me cry on his shoulder.