Spider-Man: no way home

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My vision becomes blurry but I can still make out the scene in front of me.

Other Peter runs to the scene.

He  falls to his knees,  as we make eye contact.

I quickly break  the contact,  as I  see New Peter soon following close behind.

 He looks around at everyone, eyes landing on me.

Peter rises,  as he glares at The Goblin.

The Goblin rises to his feet, towering over me.

If I wasn't so shocked,  I would wipe that sinister  smile off of his smug face.

"She was there because of you. I may have struck the blow. But you....(Cackle) you are the one that killed her. And now You've killed her too"

I  look  from Peter to the Goblin. 

The Goblin points at my mom, who rests in my arms.

He cut her, from behind,  he sliced her back or stabbed her.

I don't know the details.

One second we were getting through to Peter, the next she was crying out in pain and falling into my lap.

I shake my head as i try to get rid of the tears spilling down my face.

I did this.

I've killed her.

I've killed my mom.

If I just listened.

Why did I not listen to her?

The Goblin smirks down at me, as if taunting me.

I glare at him,  as go to advance on him.

The Goblin cackles more, as I  am stopped by my mom, 

 holding me back as best she can with a hand.

The pain she must be feeling.

She'll live through this.

She has too.

Who else am I going to argue about my future with?

Maybe this was not a bright idea.

Maybe Other Peter was right.

I hate it when he is right.

Then again when have I  ever had a bright idea,  involving Peter where I wasn't so reckless?

That's the price of his friendship.

Wouldn't change it for a single thing.

I start to feel fresh  tears starting to fall from my  eyes involuntary.

God I need to stop crying!

I should have let Peter stab him.

It's too late to save a monster.

Peter's gaze hardens on The Goblin before the sound of something whizzing through the air is heard.

I turn from Peter to Other Peter who is now on his feet as he throws a device at Peter who catches it.

How could I forget?

The antidote.

I smirk at The Goblin.

He  looks from me and my mom  to Peter, his eyes widening.

Peter then lunges forward injecting the antidote into The Goblin's neck.

The Goblin falls to his knees as the antidote works.

"Peter?"

The Goblin, now Norman,  looks at Peter before turning to me and my mom who is still struggling to breathe.