LET DOWN. bob reynolds.

LET DOWN. bob reynolds.

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"𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙," ╭──╯𝘣𝘰𝘣 𝘳𝘦𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙. 𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜! Three years sober from meth, you finally had stability: a quiet job and a small apartment in New York. It wasn't glamorous, but it was safe. And for once, that was enough. Although, something dark inside of you persisted. You felt the pit in your chest growing every day, taking over your mind, body, and soul. Sleep didn't offer peace, only awful night terrors. When you find a chance to make something better of yourself, you stop and think. What is the worst that could happen? ╰──╮"𝘾𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙪𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙." 𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘴* 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃
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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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