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Title: Broken
Author: Katherine
Rating: PG
Warnings: Angst
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue
Dedication: Happy belated birthday aefallen!!!! ::blows kisses::
Summary:
Harry sat blankly, his eyes dispirited, the only sign of life was the fervent, maniacal grasp he had on the dagger.
Eternity spinned around him.
He stared at the dagger, mesmerized.
His fingers were clenching the hilt so tightly he could feel the intricate patterns imprinting themselves onto his palm.
He had meant to plunge it into Spiderman, with all his heart and fears and hatred and pure loathing.
And now all he wanted was to plunge it into himself.
Spider-man had broken him so many times. He had ruthlessly murdered his father, he had mercilessly saved him, he existed.
But ironically, the one to finally break him was Peter.
And it all made sense really.
For Peter had always been the only one who could hurt him this badly, this painfully.
He couldn’t even breathe.
Spiderman took away his father. Peter took away Mary-Jane.
And all Harry ever wanted was for Peter to want him too.
The shining, glowing blade taunted him.
No, suicide was cowardly.
No, Harry wasn’t thinking of dying, forsaking the world and all its anguish.
The only thing that was swirling through his mind, mocking him was Peter.
It had always been Peter.
And it was Peter he thought of as the gleaming blade slid smoothly across his wrist.
Crimson droplets welled up as Harry stared at his wrist almost quizzically.
He experimentally flicked the blade again, creating a parallel streak.
“What are you doing, Harry?” The voice was hushed, almost fearful of breaking the surreal air swirling around the room.
His breath hitched and Harry ignored the throbbing of his heart, fascinated by the ruby diamonds falling, falling, falling onto the lush carpet and disappearing magically.
All he wanted was to be found.
And Harry refused to look at Peter, because he knew the traitorous tears were just dying to spill all over the carpet.
“Harry.” And the whisper was so soft, so filled with anguish and regret and such heartfelt pain that Harry allowed the dagger to be tugged away from him, allowed his wrist to be gently held.
He continued to gaze motionlessly into nothingness, as his wrist was tenderly wrapped.
“Harry, please,” Peter pleaded, as he dropped onto his knees so that he could stare into Harry’s blank eyes.
As he reached out a trembling hand to caress Harry’s face, almost fearing rejection, the corners of his lips quirked up in relief when Harry leant into his touch.
“Peter,” Harry said wonderingly, his eyes wide and disbelieving as the figure grew clear and distinct beneath his wavering gaze.
“Do not do that again,” Peter ordered him in a shaking voice as he engulfed Harry in a fierce hug, holding him so tightly it seemed like he could never, would never let go.
Allowing himself to be held, Harry allowed his defenses to crumble, to be annihilated by the warm breaths on his neck.
“You broke me, Peter,” Harry whispered, unsure and stumbling. “You and Spiderman.”
“I’ll make everything all right again. I promise you.” Peter said forcefully, reassuring himself together with Harry, holding tensely onto the most precious possession he had ever been given, he had almost lost.
And Harry allowed himself to break in Peter’s arms.
For this time, Harry knew Peter would pick up the pieces and put him together again.
Author’s note: I would pick up the pieces for you anyday, sweetheart! *hugs*
Author: Katherine
Rating: PG
Warnings: Angst
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue
Dedication: Happy belated birthday aefallen!!!! ::blows kisses::
Summary:
Harry sat blankly, his eyes dispirited, the only sign of life was the fervent, maniacal grasp he had on the dagger.
Eternity spinned around him.
He stared at the dagger, mesmerized.
His fingers were clenching the hilt so tightly he could feel the intricate patterns imprinting themselves onto his palm.
He had meant to plunge it into Spiderman, with all his heart and fears and hatred and pure loathing.
And now all he wanted was to plunge it into himself.
Spider-man had broken him so many times. He had ruthlessly murdered his father, he had mercilessly saved him, he existed.
But ironically, the one to finally break him was Peter.
And it all made sense really.
For Peter had always been the only one who could hurt him this badly, this painfully.
He couldn’t even breathe.
Spiderman took away his father. Peter took away Mary-Jane.
And all Harry ever wanted was for Peter to want him too.
The shining, glowing blade taunted him.
No, suicide was cowardly.
No, Harry wasn’t thinking of dying, forsaking the world and all its anguish.
The only thing that was swirling through his mind, mocking him was Peter.
It had always been Peter.
And it was Peter he thought of as the gleaming blade slid smoothly across his wrist.
Crimson droplets welled up as Harry stared at his wrist almost quizzically.
He experimentally flicked the blade again, creating a parallel streak.
“What are you doing, Harry?” The voice was hushed, almost fearful of breaking the surreal air swirling around the room.
His breath hitched and Harry ignored the throbbing of his heart, fascinated by the ruby diamonds falling, falling, falling onto the lush carpet and disappearing magically.
All he wanted was to be found.
And Harry refused to look at Peter, because he knew the traitorous tears were just dying to spill all over the carpet.
“Harry.” And the whisper was so soft, so filled with anguish and regret and such heartfelt pain that Harry allowed the dagger to be tugged away from him, allowed his wrist to be gently held.
He continued to gaze motionlessly into nothingness, as his wrist was tenderly wrapped.
“Harry, please,” Peter pleaded, as he dropped onto his knees so that he could stare into Harry’s blank eyes.
As he reached out a trembling hand to caress Harry’s face, almost fearing rejection, the corners of his lips quirked up in relief when Harry leant into his touch.
“Peter,” Harry said wonderingly, his eyes wide and disbelieving as the figure grew clear and distinct beneath his wavering gaze.
“Do not do that again,” Peter ordered him in a shaking voice as he engulfed Harry in a fierce hug, holding him so tightly it seemed like he could never, would never let go.
Allowing himself to be held, Harry allowed his defenses to crumble, to be annihilated by the warm breaths on his neck.
“You broke me, Peter,” Harry whispered, unsure and stumbling. “You and Spiderman.”
“I’ll make everything all right again. I promise you.” Peter said forcefully, reassuring himself together with Harry, holding tensely onto the most precious possession he had ever been given, he had almost lost.
And Harry allowed himself to break in Peter’s arms.
For this time, Harry knew Peter would pick up the pieces and put him together again.
Author’s note: I would pick up the pieces for you anyday, sweetheart! *hugs*