truth....kind of

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peters p.o.v

i sighed as i finfiched stiching up mr.stark there! i looked at the alchaol bottle does vodka work? i mean its techniqualy a form of alchahole so..i looked at the cotton pads too small i looked at  the wound then decided just to drop the whole thing on it it will probably wash the flood anyways dont have any water

"so...hows things been?"

".."

''i know you miss me" does he though i mean it techniqually would quit make sense but like deep deep down if he knew...would he? i looked at the expired bottle of vodka and threw it behind me making it shatter 

"damn i thought that would look cool! *sigh* didnt think id actually have to pick it up stupid brain"

"AHHHHHHHHH" i swear my heart stopped for a momment hes awake shit shit shit i moved exactly 5 meters away from him 

"AHHHHHHHHH"

"AHHHHHHHHH"

"AHHHHHHHHH"

''why the hell are you screaming?!"

"i dont know! why are you screaming!" he eyed me for a second before his head slowly moved to the wound on his belly then widened his eyes

"you did this?" oh shit...uh think think peter think

"uh..no? the uh the person who di dthis left, he stayed silent for a while almost like he belived me holy shit! im not as bad as a liear as people say! ha in your face ned! 

"why where you in my lab yesterday?and arent you supposed to be dead?" i paused and turned around holding teh broom  at that i didnt move nothing i almost forgot about the whole "suprise im alive 

"..im not alive" great now you broke the perfect lie just great how pathe-

"out of all the people i never thought that id hallucinate a random dead kid" i widened my eyes at that and dropped the broom

say what?!

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