Failing and Falling

Failing and Falling

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Peter has always been an active kid growing up. An underlying illness leaves him with weaker lungs yet he's never let it slow him. 'It's "weakness", not "a weakness"!' So what happens when his body slowly starts shutting parts down, leaving him paralysed and afraid? His friends and family are always there and he never misses an opportunity to show them love and affection, because any day could be his last. That's just how it's always been. ☆ A '15yo. superpowerless Peter Parker' hurt/comfort fic that ignores Infinity War and Endgame and a heap of canon points ;) WARNINGS ARE AT THE BEGINNING OF RELEVANT CHAPTERS All characters and storylines are fictional and owned by Marvel. I do not own these characters. This is a work of FanFiction. Please don't delete my books again, Wattpad 😉
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It's almost funny. How grief sneaks up on you. One second, you're fine; you're coping well and then it hits you like a bullet, tearing right through your heart, almost killing you on the spot. Grief is a monster that lies dormant in the darkest quarters of your mind, growing stronger and stronger until you can't fight anymore. Until you can't breathe. Peter was fractured. The monster having grown too big, and without any support left to hold him up, the world of drugs dug its claws into him. And it was slowly killing him, like a sickly sweet poison that dulled the pain while quietly feeding on his soul. He was powerless to stop it. He was too tired to stop it. Tony was doing pretty good. Aside from having died, he was doing pretty good. Resurrected from the dead, check. Thanos dead, check. Wife and daughter thriving, check. He'd never expected to get his life back, that was for sure. He was thankful for the second chance. Unfortunately, Tony was quick to discover that the kid had all but lost his own life. It felt like a knife slowly twisting into his chest every time he saw the kid: in agony. Now Tony wasn't exactly the poster-child for a good emotional support figure, but he wasn't about to sit back and let this continue. No matter how hard the kid fought him, no matter how much resistance he was met with, Tony would help the kid. Still, he couldn't help the fear that laced his blood. Tony couldn't help but question whether he would be able to save Peter from the weight of grief. **NO Starker** Triggers Warnings: Substance Use/Abuse Depressive and/or Suicidal Thoughts/Mentions Rape Threats/Mentions Descriptive Blood/Minimal Gore Some Self-Harm Coarse Language Mental Illness (various) This is a heavier story, so please don't read if you're not comfortable with any of the above triggers. Stay safe! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it! Fanfiction Story by Kale_Kabbage Most characters, and prequel themes are owned by Marvel®

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