🕷 ⸻ watching the goblin wriggle in his grip , a measly insect trapped in a spider’s web — pained & contorted visage of one barely recognized anymore — it assuages the grief - fueled wrath permeating the boy’s body like a poison ; lethal to both should he continue down this blood - soaked path . harry’s life — very literally ending at his fingertips — & killing the sweet , sunny , thoughtful peter parker . brown eyes , singed at the edges of their irises , burn&bore into those turned a toxic green . ❝ ya’ didn’t listen t’ me , harry ! ya’ jus’ had t’ do things your way , didn’t ya’ ? ! look what good that did ! look what you fucking did !❞
sharp claws knife through fabric & the skin beneath it . blood cascades down his arm , though peter cares little for any wound — any bodily injury — sustained now . let it hurt . let the hurt flow out of him . ❝gwen’s dead ! ya’ killed th’ love a’ my life !❞ tone trembles & cracks . salty tears sting lesions on his face . his guiding light has been snuffed out . sickening snap still rings in his ears , churns acidic bile in his stomach . how easy it would be to claim this life , too …
a voice rings in his head not belonging to him :
stop it , peter . stop it , son . put the boy down . this isn’t you , it won’t change anything . it won’t bring her back . it won’t bring your parents back . it won’t bring me back .
it’s enough to loosen his grip . rage melts away & he sees harry . not the goblin , but harry . he sees his own hand strangling him . lips part , perhaps to speak , perhaps to cry , but he’s given time for neither .
the ground pounds his back , knocks wind from his lungs & leaves him gasping for air . ❝ i d - i didn’t — ! i don’t — !❞ the hero sputters & coughs , nose spurting red when met with unforgiving punches & chest aching all the while . relentless blows come to a halt , allowing peter a window to gulp down breaths . the second agonized scream of the night echoes throughout , only this time , it’s not his own . ❝ ha - har … harry … ?❞
the voice in his head was so loud. begging for him to let it in, begging for him to continue pulverizing peter’s face, punch after punch. but his hands were shaking beyond his control, lifting only to claw at his disfigured face. the screams continued to echo throughout the clock tower, the screams of struggling and pure agony. the exoskeleton was starting to fail him. technology could only do so much. it could only heal so many wounds at a time. lifting himself up with weak knees from where peter laid, harry will throw his head back in immeasurable pain. “ p - peter !! p - pe - “ trying to speak, voice cracking as throat becomes tight, harry falls to his knees. his weakened body couldn’t keep his weight up anymore.
eyes will dart across the tower, searching for the voice in his head. searching for the shadow he could sense looming over him. with cackles that sounded like ones he released previous, but not passing his physical lips. harry will jump and cover his eyes. face bloodied from claws slicing skin, the once heir was further unrecognizable, eyes seeming to flicker between sickened green and previous blue hue. soon they catch peter’s browns, silently begging for help as eyes were filled with uncertainty and a feeling of loss.
“ p - pete i don’t know what’s happening. i - i keep hearing a voice. i can’t focus. everything hurts, like i was hit by a truck. p - peter !! “ harry will sob, clutching at his chest as everything became sore. he was holding back tears. holding back screams of agony. knowing he doesn’t deserve the other’s help or sympathy, harry will swallow the growing lump in his throat. “ i - i don’t expect you to help me. please . . . please. end this. end it. i don’t want to live like this. “