[ it happens in mere moments and yet feels like eternity, like this is where he's always been, raw and recent recollection ripped from the forefront of his psyche. no longer in his kitchen, with the red lunchbox and the smell of coffee and the morning light. his hand on aunt may's is slipping away and instead its dr osborn's wrists he's clawing at as his airways constrict and lock and he can't keep his vision from swimming.
he begs her to run, the crash of the building around them drowning out so much - concrete slabs and rebar and steel - falling and falling and may is gone from his vision and there's panic and fear ringing so bright — ] May — May ! — [ his voice breaks in his yell, the sort that rasps from a constricted throat and finishes in a fit of coughs.
the rubble closes in, knocks into him as he raises his arms over his head to keep the worst of it off, softened by the durability of his suit and he rises away from it on his hands and knees and he sounds so small — ] — no, nono —
[ the words, senseless as they are, wither in his throat when his eyes lock on the two children, hidden and barely safe under the bed. his head reels, hurts behind his eyes and he needs to find his aunt but oh my god there's kids and he's not thinking twice, crouching by the bed with hands outstretched in front of him, placating and covered in the smoke-grey fallout. ] Hey — hey it's okay. It's alright. Come on — [ edges closer, arm leaning against a fallen wall as he reaches out the other towards them. ] — please, I'll get you out of here, okay?
[ he takes his eyes off of them, for a short moment, roving around the chaos he recognizes and doesn't. his senses are frazzled now, burning with awareness, nostrils flaring and a quiet sort of anger rising like bile in his throat. no green goblin in sight. no aunt may. he needs to find her, but he needs to get these kids to safety too. hurry, hurry.
(where was he? there weren't any kids before. it wasn't so cold before. before when?) ]
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he begs her to run, the crash of the building around them drowning out so much - concrete slabs and rebar and steel - falling and falling and may is gone from his vision and there's panic and fear ringing so bright — ] May — May ! — [ his voice breaks in his yell, the sort that rasps from a constricted throat and finishes in a fit of coughs.
the rubble closes in, knocks into him as he raises his arms over his head to keep the worst of it off, softened by the durability of his suit and he rises away from it on his hands and knees and he sounds so small — ] — no, nono —
[ the words, senseless as they are, wither in his throat when his eyes lock on the two children, hidden and barely safe under the bed. his head reels, hurts behind his eyes and he needs to find his aunt but oh my god there's kids and he's not thinking twice, crouching by the bed with hands outstretched in front of him, placating and covered in the smoke-grey fallout. ] Hey — hey it's okay. It's alright. Come on — [ edges closer, arm leaning against a fallen wall as he reaches out the other towards them. ] — please, I'll get you out of here, okay?
[ he takes his eyes off of them, for a short moment, roving around the chaos he recognizes and doesn't. his senses are frazzled now, burning with awareness, nostrils flaring and a quiet sort of anger rising like bile in his throat. no green goblin in sight. no aunt may. he needs to find her, but he needs to get these kids to safety too. hurry, hurry.
(where was he? there weren't any kids before. it wasn't so cold before.
before when?) ]