est. august 2015
mcu-based, independent, selective
tracking #amazingarachnid

☣ | HARRY

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                  ❝     What’re you gonna do if I don’t, Pete?     ❞

         Blackness runs through his veins like a disease, another wince crossing
         him as bones visibly shift within his body, but it’s only met with a rather 
         pleased and cruel looking smile. 

                    ❝    Can’t let the world know who you really are,
                                                          right?      ❞

         His voice transitions into more of a growl as the last word escapes him,
         seething through clenched teeth as he endures the last few seconds of 
         pain before his features become blatantly more rotted and scarred. Long
         fingers flexing as they seem to adjust to the new formation of their bones
         and a softer chuckle escapes him. 

                    ❝    You couldn’t even tell me!      ❞

         It’s practically a hiss, eyebrows knitting together in his anger and his body
         tensing automatically. Ready to leap at a moment’s notice. 

           Once soft features have gone cold in his presence, unfazed like steel
           in the face of such a disgusting thing. Every breath he takes bleeds
           anger, but he will not let him have the satisfaction of his wince, the
           victory of his recoiling gut.

           He keeps eyes trained on him, considering the possibility that if he
           were to slip away to change, he would be long gone, or what was
           more likely: ready to face him. But he knew this day was long
           overdue. That night he was baptized as Spider-Man, all over
           again, no longer the teenager that played hero. He had to be one.

           But seeing the snarl, the snaggleteeth and blotched skin, there
           is now only the bluest tinge of sadness, tucked away at the
           corner of his eye, to see what his friend has become.

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                                 ❝  HARRY — what have you become.

          He doesn’t know what to say, he really doesn’t. He knew he had to
          diffuse this somehow, he owed the public that much. But it was
          more than that. He owed Harry this much. What stood before him
          was a culmination of all his mistakes, staring back at him with a
          finger on the trigger.

         What hurts is knowing he would have taken that bullet for him,
         once upon a time.

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