I need you

End Of An Era

Flash POV

Spiderman kept staring around the room. I could tell he was talking, but I couldn't hear.

My mind was pacing and my heart was thumping.

After less than a minute, he slowly pulled off his mask, and I saw the true identity of spiderman.

Peter Parker.

I coughed, "Peter-?", another cough.

How? When...

He didnt explain, just told me to leave and put on the mask.

I thought he was dead.

So did everyone.

My mind just went blank. He had obviously been crying, but didn't seem scared to let me see his identity.

I think a part of him knew he had to show me, in order for me to survive.

Which is why I didn't over question it.

"Flash- go." Peter repeated. He pointed off towards the stairs and nodded.

I grabbed the mask slowly from his hands. Was he going to die? Did anyone else know he was spiderman? Why did he trust me? And why sacrifice his life, for me? I had been nothing but...a bully to him.

I never stopped to think what was happening in his life.

Then again, i rarely did. to anyone.

But obviously peter did. I never thought he really knew tony stark. Nor saw him a lot. But I guess he was closer to him than everyone thought.

And he was more of a hero than I realised.

So him sacrificing his life for me, I would never be able to explain to him how grateful I was. I turned to the stairs and gave him one last look.

He gave me a nod and a smile, and I knew what that meant.

It meant he forgave me. It meant he was happy to die for me. It meant he knew he was going to die. And it meant he knew that I knew what to do.

I gave him a nod, put on the mask and looked away.

A tear dropped from my eye, and I began to sprint.

I ran down to my once familiar house, now in flames and broken. I ran past wood and bricks, and I leapt over a pile of broken glass and finally ran through the door.

Bursting outside, I saw smoke and red and blue lights, and firetrucks and bulldozers.

My eyes were wide and I slowly turned around to see my house.

My mouth dropped as the roof finally caved in and smashed onto the floor Peter would have been on, and that floor fell onto the lowest floor and the walls caved in and the smoke never stopped spreading.

To anyone behind me, I would have had blood on my knee, leg and shoe. My clothes would have been covered on blood and dust, and I would have been wearing the spiderman mask, which to anyone, would have been weird.

But to me, all I could focus on was my house burning down in flames and the boy that saved me, dying on my floor.

More tears escaped my eyes and my shoulders shook as I cried over a person i never thought I would have.

Minutes passed and I was shocked to feel a hand on my shoulder.

I turned around and saw a fireman standing in front of me, with bandages in his hands.