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Broken Web
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En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement avr. 13, 2020
Tony takes the suite off of Peter Parker. He thinks nothing of it. Until he realises how badly Peter was affected by this decision. He knows he has to fix it but can he do it fast enough before the web he broke becomes a complete mess? 

I do not own any characters in this story. 
Expect Michael. Michael is mine. 
Wade Wilson has been aged down
 ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️  please read it's important 

This book contains triggers 
This book mentions eating disorders and self-harm 
This book has mentions of depression and anxiety
This book mentions bullying 

This book is from my own imagination. In other words, don't judge my ships. If you don't like then don't read. Easy peasy. 
I am dyslexic working on a phone meaning there will be problems with spelling and grammar. I do re-read my work before but as you know I will think mistakes are the real thing. If you see this ONE PERSON TELL ME I don't need seven hundred messages telling me I fucked up.
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