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sunwarmed-ash · 1 year
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🔥Sinful Sunday🔥
Deja Vu: Chapter 3
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Fandom: All Spiderverses
Ships: Parksborn(Webb), Peter 2/Peter 3,
Rating/Word Count/Status: Explicit, WIP
Tags: Angst fic, fill-in scenes for Andrew!Peter post TASM2 and during NWH, backstory chapters, hurt comfort, Sick!Harry, Goblin!Harry
TW: Mentions of suicide attempt, hospital scenes, needle mention,
Summary:
The quantum pull has Parker flying backward, up, left, and then down at speeds faster than the interstate average. The force pulling in the center of his gut like an umbilical cord is worse than it was the first time he Quantem Lept, and when he reaches up to touch his ears, he notices one of them is bleeding. Parker screams the entire way down. He knows he does because his throat aches and his lungs beg for oxygen, even if he can’t hear a sound. 
He’s lucky that of all the things to fall on in New York City he falls on grass, but still, thanks to the intense speed and force of gravity, it fucking hurts when he lands. He startles a flock of pigeons when he craters the earth, but thankfully, because of the location, there aren’t many human patrons to notice his explosion. Something cracks like its broken, but the adrenaline currently coursing through his veins has him standing without thinking twice. Another thing he notices, when he can keep his vision from spinning, is that Pete is nowhere to be seen. The suffocating, haunting knowledge that he was alone, trapped in his own pathetic universe again soaked through his skin like a chill in his bones, threatening to freeze them. Panic builds in the hollow of his throat.
The only other person who happens to be within eyeshot stares at him carefully, and Parker's sense starts to tingle once more. Potential Threat?
Parker takes a step forward anyway.  
“Hey uh, excuse me, what day is it?”
Now the ruddy-complected man’s glare is angry, defensive.
“Can't you just check your phone?” He growls. 
His attitude pisses Parker off, but he dug into his pocket either way, frowning before showing the asshole the shattered front of his dead cell phone.
“Can't you check yours?” 
The heated man scoffed, turning and flipping him the bird before shouting,
“December 4th, 2017 dickhead!” over his shoulder.
December 4th. Of 2017.
2017.  
Three years. 
Three. Fucking. Years. 
He had spent a grand total of 4 days in Peter 1’s universe, maybe a week, tops, but somehow, here, now, it’s 3 years later. Which meant Parker hasn't been in his Queens, for three years. He hasn't gone to work, paid his rent, checked on May, or seen Harry.
His gut tightened and all other thoughts halted in place at the memory of Harry. 
Harry, who he had already abandoned once to the horrible place just 200 feet to his right. 
And now, even after Parker swore he wouldn't, he did again. It didn't matter that this time it wasn't his fault. Because Harry would never give him the chance to explain that now. 
If he was even still alive… 
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