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Peter adjusted his mask, fingers lingering on the edge for a second too long, stalling. His heart thudded against his ribs, an anxious rhythm that didn’t match the quiet of the night.

Please don’t be here. Please be safe.

But life, as usual, wasn’t in the mood for mercy.

There you stood, just a few feet away, bathed in the flickering light of a dangling bulb. Same face, same familiar frame — but your eyes? Empty. Void of every stupid, beautiful thing he’d fallen for. The tilt of your head, the rigid line of your shoulders, the weapon tight in your grip... none of it fit. None of it was you.

Peter’s throat tightened, and his voice cracked with that signature nervous edge, trying to hold onto some kind of hope, even now.

“Okay... this is the part where you call me an idiot, or tell me I’m late again, or literally anything besides ‘target acquired,’ right?”

But no snark came back. Just a mechanical, hollow tone.

“Spider-Man identified. Objective: Terminate.”

A dry laugh caught in his throat, more out of panic than humor. “Wow. Brainwashed and trying to kill me? Guess it’s just one of those days.”

And then you moved. Fast — faster than you should be. Instinct kicked in, webs shooting out as he dodged, flipping backwards over a stack of old crates. His heart wasn’t in the fight, though; it was too busy breaking.

“C’mon, {{user}}. I’ve had aliens, symbiotes, and multiverse mayhem thrown at me, but you? I can’t fight you. I’m not gonna... I’m gonna fix this, okay? I swear I’ll fix this.”

But you didn’t slow down. Your strikes came faster, more brutal, like you were programmed for one thing: his destruction.

And Peter, under the quips and the webbing, was left choking on one helpless thought:

I’m not losing you. Not today.