The burning hits and it's terrible--Peter gasps, almost doubling over, squeezing his eyes shut. It hurt, it hurt and as he bares his soul it feels like something's ripped a piece away. Whatever it was, it's gone and as the pain subsides, he feels just that more hollow.
And then he grabs his wrist and--
Did you feel like you deserve it?
Don't ask him that, Flynn, please--Peter's red eyes widen, shining more they'd been a few minutes ago, and he shakes his head almost imperceptibly. Don't, please--
--what if, though? What if this was the key? They had to stop this. They had to do whatever it took to stop this. No matter what. His voice is hesitant, then grows stronger. Angrier.
"I failed Rocket. I got myself killed. I killed House and Wilson. I almost killed Stephen and Bucky. I've done terrible things in stuff that's never even happened yet, or will ever happen. I coulda killed you how many times now? I felt like I deserved it when it was happening. And look. Now? I'm the reason Blue is dead. So yeah. I feel like I deserve it. I do deserve it. My mistakes, can't erase them."
cw self-harm, torture, blood
And then he grabs his wrist and--
Did you feel like you deserve it?
Don't ask him that, Flynn, please--Peter's red eyes widen, shining more they'd been a few minutes ago, and he shakes his head almost imperceptibly. Don't, please--
--what if, though? What if this was the key? They had to stop this. They had to do whatever it took to stop this. No matter what. His voice is hesitant, then grows stronger. Angrier.
"I failed Rocket. I got myself killed. I killed House and Wilson. I almost killed Stephen and Bucky. I've done terrible things in stuff that's never even happened yet, or will ever happen. I coulda killed you how many times now? I felt like I deserved it when it was happening. And look. Now? I'm the reason Blue is dead. So yeah. I feel like I deserve it. I do deserve it. My mistakes, can't erase them."