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Peter is done for.
Holding a boat together? What was he thinking?
He feels like he’s being torn apart.
He thinks he is.
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Tony is sick and tired of all of this.
Again? Really? Had the kid learned nothing?
Then he saw the blood.
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Peter’s in the Avengers hospital; he knows it well.
The red and gold-streaked wallpaper, the silky cots.
He just hates that he feels weak.
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May is sick and tired of all of this.
Again? Really? Had the man learned nothing?
Then she got the phone call.
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Ned is here, holding his hand and asleep in the chair beside him, and May’s on his other side.
Tony is standing in the doorway. Peter feels his throat seize.
There’s a sigh, and Tony walks forward. “I’m not mad.”
Peter tries to speak, and it takes a second. When he does, his voice comes out small. “Are you disappointed?”
Tony eyes him. “Yes. Not in you, though.”
“Who?”
“Me.”