he's seen it before, so wretchedly familiar peter's eyes sting at the recollection. he remembers coming back, from life to dust to life again, in the midst of a space, in that red landscape and back into the thick of battle, careening through one of stephen strange's portals and straight into the path of iron man, ready to keep on fighting against thanos, but never ready to lose in victory.
it's been a few years since then, impossibly lived in a world without tony stark, and far more losses endured and in his mind's sprint to fill in the blanks of too many questions, it momentarily goes treacherously blank.
it's funny, how much one can learn to live with. or without.
but seeing that look rips against whatever bandaid time had barely soothed over, hairline fractures spindling out against a composure that leaves much to be desired in the first place. what is grief if not love persevering?
his breath is shallow as he watches tony stand up. there's an unsure step out towards him as he wobbles, brows pinched in concern but the distance in closed in hazy disbelief.
a small sound escapes the back of his throat when tony pulls him in, choked surprise, as peter's own arms are thrown around him in return, hold on nearly as tight. ] Yeah, [ he says lamely, muffled as his cheek is pressed against a shoulder. ] It's — it's really good to see you, Tony. [ oh my god, he thinks too, again, he thinks, and dreads whatever may come next, heart hammering in suddenly brittle ribs. do you know we won?, do you know you die?] Did you just get here?
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he's seen it before, so wretchedly familiar peter's eyes sting at the recollection. he remembers coming back, from life to dust to life again, in the midst of a space, in that red landscape and back into the thick of battle, careening through one of stephen strange's portals and straight into the path of iron man, ready to keep on fighting against thanos, but never ready to lose in victory.
it's been a few years since then, impossibly lived in a world without tony stark, and far more losses endured and in his mind's sprint to fill in the blanks of too many questions, it momentarily goes treacherously blank.
it's funny, how much one can learn to live with. or without.
but seeing that look rips against whatever bandaid time had barely soothed over, hairline fractures spindling out against a composure that leaves much to be desired in the first place. what is grief if not love persevering?
his breath is shallow as he watches tony stand up. there's an unsure step out towards him as he wobbles, brows pinched in concern but the distance in closed in hazy disbelief.
a small sound escapes the back of his throat when tony pulls him in, choked surprise, as peter's own arms are thrown around him in return, hold on nearly as tight. ] Yeah, [ he says lamely, muffled as his cheek is pressed against a shoulder. ] It's — it's really good to see you, Tony. [ oh my god, he thinks too, again, he thinks, and dreads whatever may come next, heart hammering in suddenly brittle ribs. do you know we won?, do you know you die?] Did you just get here?