While it was true that Arthur had a great source of magic that enabled him to do things far out of the ordinary, there wasn’t a whole lot that he could do in terms of keeping up with the Spider’s speed and reflexes. There was no real way to combat the forewarning of the Spider Sense either. That was what ended up alerting Peter just as Arthur’s hand began to inch down and carefully coil his finger about the trigger; he got no further than that. When the webbing clamped down around his hand and the pocket that holstered the firearm, it no doubt forced Arthur to prematurely pull the trigger and cause the bullet to whizz across the field, parallel to the ground and eventually embedding itself into the trunk of a tree. The agent wouldn’t be able to pull his hand or the gun back out either, stuck holding down the trigger and thus disabling it.

          “The hell is wrong with you?!” Again, Peter was forced to fake ignorance. It hurt, but there was no choice in the matter. He had to play the role that he’d forced himself to take, and that was to remain a protector of the city, even more so to Arthur than ever. “Okay, look… maybe I don’t know what just happened, but I really can’t just stand by and watch you do… whatever it is you’re trying to do now. Maybe I don’t want to know, but there’s not a reason in this world that equivalents you killing yourself, even if it might seem like a good reason.”

          There was a pause as the vigilante rubbed at his forehead with a sigh, though he eventually made his way over and ripped through the webbing holding Arthur’s gun and hand to his side. He easily pulled out the weapon and held onto it, that way, Arthur couldn’t hurt himself. He’d already been hurt enough, and Peter knew it was his fault. “… We need to get you to the hospital, okay?”

            If there was ever a time…The nails of his free hand dug into his palm, so deep that they broke through the skin and he started to bleed. Frustrated tears welled in his eyes once more at the pain and almost pure insanity going through his head at this moment. This, this was something he could keep. His own death. His own destruction after all these breaking years of agony. If there was anything in this godforsaken Earth that he could have it would be his own demise!! There was no way he was going to let the spider get away with taking that from him after everything————

            “Why?” The other man is speaking but the only thing processing in Arthur is bitter hate and a freedom like death he just missed. “Why…? I-I did everything I could and yet…” There’s a silence that fills the air for a moment, a gentle moment of heavy atmosphere and quiet thinking before the agent is up faster than you can blink. And oh, he’s mad. No more than mad, absolutely pissed.

Hannibal heard that distinguishable ping from his iPhone over the soothing hum of pouring rain and immediately rushed over to the door without even glancing at his screen. He stumbles over a rug and the last bound of stairs towards his foyer. Hannibal fumbles with the door knob and he swimgs it open.

------ "It's you...."

He pulls Peter into a warm, tight hug.

------ "I have missed you so much...."

Hannibal buries his nose in Peter's hair and kisses his forehead.