Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

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He swung through the trees, finding them more dense as he went on.

He couldn't handle it anymore.

He crashed into a tree, the wind being knocked out of his already oxygen depleting body.

He couldn't handle it anymore.

He heaved on the floor, trying to collect himself to keep going.

Where?

Where was he even headed?

Hell if he knew.

He was so angry. He had no one to blame it on anymore, nothing to take it out on.

He couldn't take it.

He couldn't.

He—He was going to lose it.

Peter screamed, not even bothering to hope that there were no random hikers close enough to be spooked.

He'd tried so fucking hard.

Why?

Why was it always him??

His hands were scraped up from the crash landing, hardly being able to hold his shrill note before he found himself gasping for air again.

He hurt so bad.

So bad.

It was literally blinding.

He curled himself up, crying to himself.

Why was it his fault?? Why??

There was literally no one else he could blame. Skip had only been there for a part of it. He clearly didn't matter in the long run.

It sucked though, knowing that in the end, Skip got what he wanted.

He killed Peter's hope in the world.

It didn't even matter if Harley was dead. If Peter ever saw him again, he'd probably end up that way anyways.

Same thing with Stephen. The talking raccoon. Ned.. MJ..

Tony..

It already almost happened once, didn't it?

Just—

He just wanted it to stop.

He was done with it.

The familiar hum of repulses didn't even surprise him. There was no shouting this time, no call of concern or anything.

It was as if Tony expected Peter to crawl back again.

Peter was slumped up against a tree by now, his mask off to reveal a sweaty and horror teen underneath it.

A teenager.

Peter just blinked a few times, waiting for Tony's bullshit 'come home' speech to start.

He wanted to, really, but his track record didn't seem to like family in his life. It was even after friends now too.

"Peter, what was that all about?" Tony let the suit open up as he stepped out.

Stephen had stayed behind for whatever the hell this was. It was probably for the best, if anything.

Peter's breath still came out as a choked sob, but he managed to keep a pretty straight face throughout it all. He was conflicted.

"I'm not going back" the words left his mouth before he could think about them. It seemed his body gave it's own decision for him.

"What?" Tony took a step closer, brushing aside some leaves to look at Peter.