the feeling of something breaking is nauseating.
especially if it is your own.
you can hear the crack of your own bones, and the deep laceration causing skin to tear like delicate paper.
the pain can hardly be registered for a moment, before it makes you want to howl in agony.
you may bite your tongue to prevent it, hoping more pain would cancel out the scream desperate to rip out your throat
maybe loved ones will scamper over, clutching you to their chest as you steadily bleed out and limply writhe in pain at the sheer nudge of movement.
for miles it was different.
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he was close, so close to going home.
he could practically smell the car exhaust from the vehicles that inhabited the Brooklyn streets.
that was, until a shadow came barrelling towards him.
Miguel clawed viciously at the multicoloured dome that sheltered him from his wrath, lips curled in an angry snarl.
he sent a multitude of attacks on the wall, demanding Margo that she "turn off" the machine.
and that she did
that’s when his world froze for a moment
he looked at her with a face of sheer betrayal, before being taken down by the bulky man.
the hologram appeared scared
there was Gwen, screaming at Miguel to stop
peter, covering his child's eyes and watching with a horrified expression.
a yelp tore from his throat, much to his objection, when his head was slammed to the cold metal floor with a resounding bang.
claws dug into his arms, which were feebly attempting to hold back the man.
he hadn't planned for this to happen.
he was slammed down again
this time it was nauseating. and his head went blank for a moment, stars gathering in the mere corners of his vision as he rapidly blinked to be rid of them.
he didn't think Miguel even knew how much damage he was doing, simply fixated of keeping this child from "disrupting the canon"
he squirmed away from him, managing to slip out from underneath the larger man and leaping to the side to gather distance between them both.
not before an arm stretched out to grab him
the talons were sharp and being that sharp meant that even if it was purposed to be a careful grab, which this certainly wasn't, it would still break skin.
and that, combined with Miguel's feral rage, proved to be very painful
it maimed his side, only just below the ribs and probably disconcertingly close to vital organs.
he could hear the slash tearing his flesh
that's when he lost his balance and landed with a heavy thud.
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the rest was a blur, the platform separate from the rest was supposed to be swung over to via webs.
therefore he could hear the sound of web fluid being shot and someone landing on the cramped surface with desperate agility.
there was a comfortable pink surface holding him close, the baby that had once rested on the man's chest had been hurriedly handed to a bystander.
"-iles come on bud-"
"-us, is that a rib?-"
"-what were you thinking Miguel?-"
the warmth of the pink surface was replaced with something white and black.
he flinched at the movement
gwen
maybe he felt the slightest bit of anger towards her, but that diminished when he saw her face through his rapidly blurring vision.
she looked so worried
his breath came out in short rapid gasps, even the smallest intake would send a ricochet of burning pain through his body.
he could feel something pressing down on the wound, making him cry out involuntarily in agony
through heavy eyelids he glanced down
Peter b’s vibrant pink robe being stained by his foul smelling blood
familiar calloused hands pressed down harshly on the open injury through the makeshift bandage, making miles bite his tongue to prevent another scream from tearing his raw throat.
It pressed down a bit harder, and he inhaled sharply, hand that once laid limply snapping up to grip at the wrist and clench
“-t’s okay miles just hang on-“
slender fingers stroked his torn cheek, being lethargic from blood loss, he slowly leaned into the touch.
the rise and fall of his chest began to slow
“-urry up!-“
black spots took over his impaired vision
“-just wait a bit longer miles-“
Gwen held him closer, desperate not to lose her friend
he held her hand as the darkness overcame him
And when his eyes closed, his grip did not losen
warmth enveloped him, and he welcomed it.