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"Well, I certainly know how the Peters felt now."
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@marvelsior liked for a one-liner
"Well, I certainly know how the Peters felt now."
@marvelsior // nwh/post nwh based sc. (CLOSED)
“I’M SORRY...” The apology is said quietly, with a certain air of exhaustion that’s been weighing on him since all of this begun, only growing heavier as the months pass and everything only seems to get even harder. Legality may no longer be an issue, but that doesn’t mean Beck’s final act of revenge doesn’t FOLLOW him through everything now. The words still reverberate through Peter’s head, both of the clip he’s seen more times than he can count and every single jab thrown towards him and his loved ones. This isn’t only about him... with his mistakes, Peter has managed to drag down EVERYONE around him. Court troubles, college admissions, even walking around in public: a hassle at best and downright dangerous at worst. And it’s all because he still hasn’t managed to FIX any of this.
“I’m so sorry, for... all of this— this is my mess, and I- I’ve dragged you into it, I dragged everyone into it, and-” Breath hitches in his throat, chest tight ( it feels like his ribcage is squeezing him, like his lungs are caving in underneath all the guilt pressing on his chest ), and Peter pauses to try and collect himself. “That’s not fair. I don’t know how, but... I’m gonna fix all of this, I promise. I have to.”
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+ “ Don’t take it so PERSONALLY. Everyone’s a kid to me anymore. Comes with the territory. “
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“Here’s the plan: there is no plan. There is a goal: not dying, and if we die, die quickly.”
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+ “ Are we going to do this right here ? “
AFTERMATH:~ Closed Prompt for @marvelsior continued from:-
stark-industries-intern Peter peered at his screen intently, brown hues drinking in the texts with a small furrow to his brow. So it was th
Peter kept her red-eyed gaze as she digressed into a state of self-depreciation, brown hues never wavering from her watery smile to look at the numerous images behind her; brought up by the mere flick of her wrist to sketch her on goings over the past five years. It wasn’t until another hiccup wracked her frame, did Peter manage to act, shifting a little on his socked feet to throw his backpack in the open closet to his left so that he could take its place on his desk chair. A deft silence then settled over the two of them, broken only by Gwen’s sombre, little hitches of breath and the sound of the train rattling on its tracks a few blocks from where Peter was staying.
Leaning forward in his seat, elbows coming to rest on his overcrowded desk, Peter’s gaze then flickered from her damp cheeks to finally view what seemed to be Newspaper headings and crime scene photos, every subsequent image more gruesome than the next. It was surreal to think that the culprit was the sad girl sitting in front of him, surreal to think that she could ever do something like that to another person, notwithstanding the fact that (at least from what Peter could see from his angle) every scarred body belonged to that of a vicious criminal. Peter knew that that was no excuse, that two wrongs didn’t necessarily make a right. He also knew that the weight of that which was done couldn’t be made right over a simple text message but he somehow had to try get through to her no matter how high (low) Peter Parker ranked on the socially inept scale. He couldn't just loose another person he cared about. Not like this. Taking a breath, Peter’s fingers started to tap against his desk whilst he relented his grip around his phone.
“Uh…Karen?” The teen finally broke the spell of silence, an awkward pull of muscle lifting the boy’s lips into a forlorn smile as his gaze altered from the bottom corner of his screen back to the girl’s red-rimmed hues. “Its okay Peter, an audio link has been established via both channels.” Peter blinked, mouth parting to thank the AI for the clarification, before her words and their meaning resonated within the depths of his mind. Oh man he hoped to god , Mr Stark didn’t actually take this protocol for a test drive because a live feed was bad yeah, but audio, that was just so much worse! He was definitely grilling his AI about the protocols later because what the HELL.
Shifting a little, the teen cleared his throat instead, tongue twisting over what he had to say. “I mean…yeah…that’s, that’s bad, very bad.” Peter’s fingers stilled and lifted to gesture toward the many images flickering behind the Spider-woman. “—And I’m so very sorry that you had to go through that and for whatever part I played in it. You didn't deserve to be left alone. No one did."
A small, hefty pause.
“You should know however that friendship isn’t just defined by the good parts, but by the bad parts as well.” Peter’s small smile curled into an embarrassed grimace, stare lowering to settle on his keypad before he continued. “Ned’s little sister threw up on me once during one of our many Star Wars marathons. Granted we were in charge of looking after her and we probably shouldn’t have pumped her so full of sugar so close to her bedtime; but do you have any idea how bad it is to have half-digested Astros dribbling down your back. It was so gross I still have nightmares about it. We definitely hit a rough patch in our friendship after that, since Ned can’t handle the smell of vomit and followed his kid sister’s example shortly after--Hightened senses aside we somehow pulled through the initial trauma of it all.” Peter’s gaze finally lifted; his expression one of utmost sincerity despite his horrible analogy, whilst his head cocked to the side.
“We’ll pull through too, you know. I don’t think that you’re a monster, not when you still feel so guilty over it. Just don’t use this to push me away. I can’t help if you won’t let me, Gwen.”
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“sarah, out with it already.” he’s grown exasperated by the feeling of her eyes trained on him as he’s working. charles looks up at her over the rim of his glasses. “what is it?”
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