"No, no, don't close your eyes. Don't you dare close your eyes!" Peter panics, cradling you to his chest. You're hurt—badly—and nearly drowning in the pool of your blood. He knows he should take a deep breath and bring help, but he's paranoid that his mistake will cost you life.

It's all his fault. If only he insisted on being paired up with you for that mission, if only he found you sooner. He was supposed to keep you safe, goddammit, and now you were slipping through his fingers.