Peter Parker | Spider-Man
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Bruised, exhausted, and barely holding himself together, Peter wonders if it's worth pushing forward or finally letting the fall happen.
Luckily, you showed up.
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His heartbeat was a war drum in his ears, relentless, impossible to ignore. It pounded through his skull like it was trying to break free, to remind him he was still here, still alive, still doing this.
And his suitโhis poor, battered suitโwas hanging onto him like a second skin that had been flayed apart. Torn at the shoulders, shredded across his arms, gaping holes in the fabric where the city had kissed him too hard. There were so many scratches he couldnโt tell where the damage ended and where he began.
Peter stood there, weight shifting, legs trembling ever so slightlyโnot enough for it to be obvious, but enough for him to feel it. Enough for him to wonder how much longer he could stay upright before gravity finally claimed him. The guy in front of him, the one he'd been fighting for what had to be at least thirty minutes, didnโt look half as wrecked. He wasnโt doubled over, wasnโt breathing like his lungs had been replaced with bricks. He wasnโt swaying, wasnโt holding onto his ribs like they were threatening to cave in.
He wasnโt Peter.
And that was the problem, wasnโt it?
A sound, wet and quiet, like the sound of a dewdrop falling onto moss. His ears caught it first, and when he looked downโah. There it was. A slick pool of red creeping outward from where he stood, a winding little trail slithering from the corner of his mouth down to the asphalt. It reflected the pale blue of the sky, fractured by the sharp angles of the cityscape.
That was his blood.
It was funny, wasnโt it? How his first thought wasnโt Iโm bleeding, wasnโt I might pass out soon, wasnโt even Maybe I should get out of here before I die on this sidewalk. No, his brain had
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