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Peter was on the 66th floor, the one place he knew he shouldn’t be. The place Miguel had warned would be where he’d die. Maybe he was right, it sure felt like he was. Just moments ago Anti-venom had wrapped his slick tentacles around his waist and drained all the energy from him. Crushing his lungs with the force of his limbs, the suction felt more like he was piercing into his skin. He felt winded, tired. He barely had power, more so a slither of energy. Peter was utterly convinced he was going to die, he should’ve listened. God, he really should’ve listened. The last thing he saw before blacking out was the bright blue glow of the gateway, burning brighter and brighter before a loud crash was heard.
Bookmarked by Midtown_Maverick
25 Jan 2026
