His lungs were being crushed under the weight of the cement and steel that was pinning him flat to the floor, and dust coated his throat, making it harder and harder to breathe. The little air he could take in was polluted, so much so that he could barely remain conscious as the particles clogged his airways. It was okay though, he'd gotten himself out of dangerous situations like this before. Right?
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What's Left in the Rubble
FanfictionA story about a boy called Peter. This story begins after the events of homecoming.
