"Bio-goo," Tony repeater with a grimace. He readied his roller again and went back to work. The faster they git this done, the sooner he could turn on the apartment air filters and make the place less like a current construction zone.
"Peter. That stuff doesn't happen because of you. Shit happens to me because I put myself out there for shit to happen to. I've been ... who I am, for ten years now. Believe me. If there's one person who breaks most of my stuff, and needs rescuing, and gets me hurt, that person is me."
He turned over his shoulder and peered at Peter for a long time. The apartment was empty but for the two of them, and it was a weekend, so the building below was quieter than usual. Everything felt slow, and soft, or maybe it was the paint fumes.
"I remembered some stuff. Darrow made me remember some stuff, just the other night, before the Gardener." He wiped a blue splatter from his hand onto the bare white wall nearby before rolling over it. "I remembered some talks we had, the whole Toomes incident."
He met Peter's hazel eyes for once.
"I'm not worried about burdens. That's the-- the last thing that concerns me. God, I'm a narcissist, the only time I'm happy is when I feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders, personally. You could never be my burden. The only thing that terrifies me is that I'm going to screw this up worse than my dad did, and make you hate me."
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"Peter. That stuff doesn't happen because of you. Shit happens to me because I put myself out there for shit to happen to. I've been ... who I am, for ten years now. Believe me. If there's one person who breaks most of my stuff, and needs rescuing, and gets me hurt, that person is me."
He turned over his shoulder and peered at Peter for a long time. The apartment was empty but for the two of them, and it was a weekend, so the building below was quieter than usual. Everything felt slow, and soft, or maybe it was the paint fumes.
"I remembered some stuff. Darrow made me remember some stuff, just the other night, before the Gardener." He wiped a blue splatter from his hand onto the bare white wall nearby before rolling over it. "I remembered some talks we had, the whole Toomes incident."
He met Peter's hazel eyes for once.
"I'm not worried about burdens. That's the-- the last thing that concerns me. God, I'm a narcissist, the only time I'm happy is when I feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders, personally. You could never be my burden. The only thing that terrifies me is that I'm going to screw this up worse than my dad did, and make you hate me."