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The radiation heated him. It filled every inch of his body until he was screaming for it to stop. The pain, the agony, all of it. He would do anything to be relieved from this feeling. Anything.
But Peter knew that the only way to achieve that was to blow up.
And that would kill people. It was something he couldn't do. He wouldn't allow himself to end the lives of so many innocent people.
So he held it in. All the pain, all the heat. All of it. Inside him. Burning, burning, burning. He could no longer think, he was no longer aware of what was going on around him. All he needed to concentrate on was not exploding.
This was a feat more difficult than expected. Having all that power inside you, wanting to let it go, to feel it rush out of you, to be at the center of the mayhem and know that you caused it. That would be heaven. It is what Peter had dreamed of. Powers, incredible powers, all his. But knowing that he couldn't let go, couldn't be relieved of his burden. Because, if by some miracle, some twist of fate, he was still living after the blast, how would he be able to carry on, knowing how many lives he took? And for the simple pleasure of power.
No, that would not do. So he locked it in.
And the pain continued.
It was one of the most painful things he had ever experienced. There was only one event worse. Only one, but it was so bad, he could hardly revisit it in his memories without feeling a rush of pain again.
Simone. When she died.
That was true pain.
In the moments when she fell to the ground, the blood still pouring out of her freshly made bullet wounds, in those silent moments when her last breath was taken; it was almost like Peter was blowing up as well. It was a similar feeling. The pain, the anger, the sadness all bottling up inside him until he wanted to blow, and he wanted to explode until everything was gone from inside him; all emotions, all sensations, until he was just a shell.
But he couldn't.
Because the world needed him.
So he didn't explode.
And here he was again, ready to let go, prepared to let loose, yet holding back.
But for how much longer, he didn't know.
Because one thing was for sure, Even though this was the second most painful thing Peter had ever done in his life, the second hardest thing ever, it was so close to the first.
And in those final moments, when he was falling through the air, as he let go, Peter whispered so quietly, so silently, he didn't even hear himself.
"This is for you, Simoneā¦"
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A/n: well, this is not my best work, by far, but it was amazing to write, and I had fun, so I hope you enjoyed reading it. I was feeling season one-ish lately, and this is what sprung from it!
