Peter Parker Keeps Getting Stuck Under Buildings

Part one

peter parker grimaced as the sharp pole stuck in his leg moved slightly, he was stuck under a building... again. how could he let himself become trapped TWICE?
kind of embarrassing he thought as he made another failing attempt at pushing the giant slab of rock off of him.

He and a few avengers had been fighting these aliens that were invading and trying to do world domination or something and one of them had caught a building in its blast. after evacuating the building, it collapsed in on itself. onto peter.

he did his best to keep calm and regulate his breathing, but the multiple burn wounds and the pole sticking out of his leg didn't really help. KAREN seemed to be broken or damaged because she wasn't responding to him, so his best option was trying to talk by the coms and not his suits AI.

he grunted as his exposed fore arm scraped on the rough stone, and the slab dipped a little as he pressed the com on his ear. "um, guys?"

"what's up kid? we're kind of busy" mr. stark grunted and peter sucked in a breath as something sharp grazed his bruised stomach.

"um yeah- i think i need some help?" he began to taste blood in his mouth but he didn't know what injury was causing it.

"look spider-man we are a little busy as you probably can tell. where are you by the way?" captain america's com had a sound like a whoosh that peter guessed to be either another type of gun that he was yet to be shot with yet or caps shield.

"yeah that's the thing i-i'm kinda-"

"yknow what it doesn't matter just keep doing whatever you're doing." peter heard a click and guessed cap had stopped listening to the coms.

"mr stark i kind of need he-"

"KID!" tony grunted and a slam sound echoed in peters ear, "unless it's life threatening i don't wanna hear it! everyone is booked. i'm sure you can figure it out, you're smart."

"no see that's the thing i'm-" tony's line had gone dead. he was alone. he could hear the faint fighting outside the rubble and small voices yelling. he needed to get out there and fight, to help. how many people are going to die while he sits here, stuck?

peter grunted as he pushed, the pole lifted and he gasped, letting go of the slab and the pole sliding down fast and welty through his leg. he started to think he was loosing too much blood because everything was begging to go back, though that also could have just been more rubble falling on him too.

peter sighed. what was he suppose to do? all he could think about was how he was probably going to die. his burning side hurt, and the scratches on his face stung as his tears slid down them. he wasn't wearing his mask, somehow it must have come off while he was busy getting trapped.

his clothes were ripped and something was definitely now piercing his belly's skin. he groaned and gasped as he began to sob. every breath in was painful and the more he took the faster they became. he couldn't think of anything else but the avengers, captain america, mr stark ignoring him.

his voice became raspy as he called out for him. "mr stark- " tears fell down his bruised and battered face, blood clotted his hair and his stomach now an opened and bleeding. "mr. stark i can't-"

everything went black.

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