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And one time he did.***“But… the rubble was so heavy, and oh man it felt like he couldn’t breathe. His chest began to rise and fall rapidly, but with the limited space in the rubble he couldn’t get any air into his lungs.Peter was actually going to die.Peter didn’t want to die. At least not alone.He hadn’t felt this short of breath since his last asthma attack from before he got bit by the spider.”***Or: Peter has trauma from that building falling on top of him bcuz of Toomes and people need to stop overlooking it
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This isn’t my first fic on ao3, but it is for this fandom and on this account, so let’s be nice pls and ty!!!Chapter title from Nights Like These by Pigeon PitI’m Canadian so if it looks like I’m going between American and British spelling, I am, lmfaoTw aren’t rlly severe but rather be safe than sorry, so they’ll always be at the be at the end:)
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I place my head between my knees and think "Do you ever have nights like these?"
April 30, 2025 at 12:36 AM -
And they nicknamed her "The Bolter"
April 30, 2025 at 12:36 AM