Uhhh I'll get some major writing done on Friday, hopefully, since I've got the day off, but I can't promise anything since I'm also trying to animate, plus preparing for Oz Comic Con, but I figured I owed you guys at least a preview. I'm doing a 5 + 1 and it's p angsty, strap in for the ride. I have some other oneshots that I'm also writing, but I'm focused on this one.
The first time Peter almost died was the battle with Toomes.
He remembers the crushing feeling of concrete and the metal structure of the building on his back.
He remembers the feeling of hopelessness, and how prominent and imminent his death felt.
He remembers feeling like his spine was being crushed.
He remembers the air being forced from his chest, making it harder and harder to breathe.
He also remembers lifting the building, managing to haul himself out.
But before any of that came the panic.
"Hey please! I'm down here! I'm down here! I'm stuck! I'm stuck. I can't move. I can't-"
The moments of absolute terror, as his spine was crushed and the breath forced from his lungs, everything slowly growing numb from the pressure and pain.
And then he lifted it.
And he escaped.
And then he rushed off to fight Toomes again.
It wasn't until later that it really hit him, that he really realised he could have died.
But he hadn't died, and that's what matters.
Of course, the memory haunted him.
Shadowed over his days.
Made some missions harder than others.
But he was fine.
He'd be okay.
As long as he kept going, he'd be fine.
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"YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!"- The joys of parenting a Spider-Child
FanfictionBasically oneshots of Irondad and his Spiderson. Also Peter is my Spidey-Child, and Tom Holland is beautiful. Most of these chapters are just pure fluff, surprisingly.
