@obsehrves asked: ❛ it’s okay , we don’t have to talk about it until you’re ready . ❜ // things i wish i had been told
NO WORDS COULD POSSIBLY SUFFICE, nothing Peter might bring himself to say would be near enough to truly illustrate the overwhelming anguish that takes over every part of him. Physical wounds couldn’t compare in the slightest— it’s as if he doesn’t even notice cuts breaking through his body, cracked ribs burning with each step, half-dried blood and rainwater that cakes the side of his face and still drips from freshly soaked hair. His eyes are red, his throat is hoarse, but the ache of torn skin rings DISTANT compared to what feels like a gaping cavity in his chest. Empty, hollow, GONE.
The world has tried to break Peter Parker many times before. Peter Parker KNOWS LOSS. Yet with this... he almost feels a last thread of innocence snap. Lifetime’s worth of grief comes flooding back, amplified tenfold by fresh pain that makes it feel like his lungs are caving in. He tried so hard, he always did, and... not only did he fail in the end, it’s all his fault. Oh, he knows what she said— he couldn’t forget it if he tried. And the recent appearance of his counterparts, they’ve given him the push he so desperately needed before nearly giving up. But right now, in the eye of the storm before their last mission... all Peter can feel is heaviness.
“I- I know-” He chokes out, glancing downwards as his voice shakes. With great power comes great responsibility, but he’s tried to take responsibility for his power, and where has that gotten him? Ruin. Destruction spread to everyone he touches. He doesn’t deserve her here... “We, um, we should... I should focus on the plan, anyways, I’m sorry, I just...” There, his breath hitches, and Peter knows MJ notices the brimming tears. “It... it was all my fault, MJ— I killed her, ‘cause of my stupid plan, and we’ll fix it, but I... I don’t know what I’m gonna do without her... she was all I had left, and I did this to her.”