time was frozen for him, it had to be a trick. another illusion? it had to be. there’s no way! tightening his fingers on the street light, trying to see if he could somehow snap out of his dream. please let it be a dream. ignoring how the metal bent under his hand. he wasn’t waking up. how could edith not have warned him about that? it was still taking some getting used to, his sixth sense. spider-sense. the low vibration was telling him that he was in light danger all around. beck’s words were echoing across time square now.
he could feel all the eyes suddenly turning up to him. looking back down at mj to make sure she was still there. if people saw him drop her off then she could be in danger too. springing off the lamp, scooping her up and pulling them somewhere high. heights seemed to help him sometimes--and well--she would help more right now he felt. “oh god, oh god,” pressing hands to hears to try and drown out the words that were still bouncing around in his head. “that didn’t just happen--please tell me that didn’t just happen. it was just a--another trick, right? please, please this can’t be real.” deep breaths, deep breaths. he had to keep telling himself, pacing across the rooftop mixing between putting his hands over his eyes and ears. no way could he stand still now. “ there’s no way that my luck is this bad!”
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