Never Again • Peter Parker
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  • Reads 14,631
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  • Parts 3
  • Time 13m
Ongoing, First published Aug 15, 2017
"I pushed the button."

"Great, we're all gonna die."



Y/n Stark ran away from home a year ago. She considers the Wayne family her home now. But she comes to her senses and realizes all the struggles she had caused for everyone, even if they weren't entirely her fault. But balancing a social life, and a superhuman life can't be that hard, right? Wrong. She watches her life slowly crumble from under her. There's nothing she can do about it. But there is someone to swoop in and save the day... right?
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