UNTITLED. 1942

UNTITLED. 1942

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U.S. 1942. The bombs continued to fall like raindrops, all refugees under the lights of their homes, helpless families, anguished to know that at some point, they would destroy the only thing they had left. *I own none of the Marvel's characters*
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"Kid you don't have to do this." I spin my head around, all the Avengers are behind me. It's like a photo... a perfect photo. Their stances match perfectly with the view and the sky. The golden hour light spills over the rooftop like a toppled glass of orange juice. "Friday told me where you are, your heart-rate. Peter, we can help." "No." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The story without the happy ending. TW: Suicide attempt Suicide Self-Harm Depression Anxiety Self hate. Begin the story at what Peter believed was the end of his life, and end it at what actually was. Playlist - https://open.spotify.com/playlist/20XExUeeR3ibOk9JwznFvA?si=2vbFglf7Sw-sH-mM5IyNzg ☹︎☻︎ All characters belong to Marvel Studios, I don't own any characters.

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