This was not happening. It was emphatically NOT happening. There was-
This had to be some kind of mistake.
Peter clenches his teeth and struggles against the wire holding him hostage because this was...This was not happening. It just wasn't.
Really. Not. Happening.
His chest burned. It burned like a thousand small suns were about to explode out of it all at once and he couldn't see past the blinding light pouring out of him. The world's sorriest flashlight.
"I really enjoy hanging out, but I've got other places to be, so if you could let me down..."
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This had to be some kind of mistake.
Peter clenches his teeth and struggles against the wire holding him hostage because this was...This was not happening. It just wasn't.
Really. Not. Happening.
His chest burned. It burned like a thousand small suns were about to explode out of it all at once and he couldn't see past the blinding light pouring out of him. The world's sorriest flashlight.
"I really enjoy hanging out, but I've got other places to be, so if you could let me down..."