More and more often these days, being Peter Parker feels like a chore. He doesn’t want to be flat-footed on the ground, sandwiched between the bustling afternoon crowd. It doesn’t feel safe, like it used to. It just feels exhausting. And again, he thinks, Peter Parker is a cage. And oh, he thinks. Oh.
A moodboard for captainkirkk ‘s incredible fic of things unknown (but longed for still) . It’s a bit rushed, sorry, but I just reread it and I just had to make this real quick before the mood left. Everyone go check that fic out, it’s absolutely incredible!












