Tom Holland One Shots - Completed

I was so close..

A/n- Surprisingly I actually got this idea from the video 18 True Horror Stories Animated (Compilation of November 2020). 21:43 if you're curious.

Time/Day- 08/28/21 <> 7:50pm

Person- Peter Parker

Warning(s)- Swears || Danger || Death

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After saying goodbye to my 6-year long boyfriend I took a small sigh. My boyfriend was Peter Parker, aka Spiderman. The friendly neighborhood spiderman, after the accident with everyone discovering his secret I was able to help fix his mistake but at a cost. My firstborn child would die from a terrible cause so Peter was very careful when leaving and coming back scared to endanger little Hope. All this morning I've had a terrible feeling in my stomach and decided to just ignore it not realizing what was to come.

I cooed at Hope while feeding her some apple sauce for a snack, she babbled at me and smiled while taking small bites at the plastic spoon for the sauce. After feeding her almost the whole bowl I grabbed a napkin and wiped her mouth. Grabbing the bowl and spoon I moved it to the island out of the way before picking her up and walking her over to her play pit in the living room. I set her down gently in her baby rock chair. I smiled at her and babbled at her while strapping her in, in return she laughed and clapped her hands before starring at the toys above her.

I turned on the tv, keeping it at a low volume to not disturb Hope as I switched to the news. I sat down on the rocking chair, keeping my eyes on Hope and the news. I watched as the news went on about the weather and how it has been a roller coaster lately with crimes. I began to zone out and play with Hope a little bit but I soon began to zone back in when the news spoke up on a new criminal. "He calls himself the Blaze rod" I arch an eyebrow mumbling as the tv spoke "he can create and control the element fire. So please make sure you have water or an extinguisher nearby in case you come in contact with him."

Sighing softly knowing he ranks class 6 out of the levels. 10 being the most dangerous, 0 being basically nothing. I was a level 8 while Peter was 5, he was dangerous but only with Tony's suit, and without it, it was only his senses and webbing. Knowing something bad might happen today I began to program my mind into a letter. After a few moments of just being lost in my own world, Hope's scream and cry woke me from my thoughts and I snapped my head at her. She was trying to move away from something and then it hit me. I smelled smoke I quickly moved and grabbed her, moving away from the door.

My eyes widened upon seeing the roaring flames covering the pathway to the door and windows. "This fire is too placed, it was like a line of gasoline covered a pathway and the flames followed, cornering me." I spoke out loud softly while another voice rang out, "ah you're too smart Annabel." My head snapped to the side, only to see Blaze Rod less than 20 feet from me, laughing out loud to himself. I turned Hope away from the flames and him and hugged her to my chest, her cries beginning to muffle into me. As he talked I only went back to the feeling I had earlier, my eyebrows furrowed realizing he was the feeling.

"What are you doing here!" I almost yelled at him, just to overrule the sound of the fire quickly closing in on us. "Well, I've noticed Spiderman coming in and out of this place frequently, you have ties to him don't you?!" His face began to twist in anger as he stepped closer now saying in a demanding voice "tell me!" I tightened my hands around Hope, taking any fear she had and eventually she passed out against me, I knew there was no way out of here. In the background, I could hear my apartment address on the news as they tried to yell over all the screaming. I could see the flames roaring on more than half the building, the tv was just barely angled for me to see.

He finally realized I was of no use to him and he pouted as if he was actually upset. "Well, you were a waste of time, have fun in hell." He turned around and fire shot out of every part of him, like a spray. I turned so my back was towards the flames and Hope was at the wall trying to keep her from experiencing any pain. My body erupted into pain while feeling like I was being thrown around like a rag doll. Before i knew it, everything stopped. The pain, the noise, my mental state and that's when I knew. My body couldn't even handle it for a few moments and gave out on me. I was gone..

Narrative POV

Upon Peter arriving back home, sweat dripping his body under the suit. He was panting and his anxiety was racing through the roof. His heart dropped seeing his home lit completely in flames. "No! No no no no!" he screamed through his mask, somehow seemingly louder than without it. He let go of his webbing and fell to his knees, about to give up hope but then realized they named their daughter Hope so he would always keep it. He struggled to get up for a moment, his body and mind already giving up and wanting to just rest. Not only from fighting criminals and helping the city but also from the reality of the love of his life and first child being dead.

 He shot two webs at the side of the building and pulled down, flinging him up and sticking to the side. He crawled up the last little bit before breaking the window and climbing in. The firefighters were already working their way inside, they lived on the second floor. To his nightmare, he found the two girls of his life and soul, curled up and almost charred to a crisp in the corner. His soon-to-be fiance was holding their child close to herself. He fell to his knees and carefully picked up the two, once she touched him his mind received two messages in the form of letters. While taking his time to bring them outside he listened to them.

Peter, my love. I've had an odd feeling all day, knowing something bad was about to happen. I wasn't sure if it was towards Hope or myself but I didn't want to worry you. You had the city to worry about, I didn't want to add to the mix. I love you dearly Peter, I absorbed any pain Hope would've felt so at least she went out peacefully. Baby, I found the box behind the painting. I wish there was a way to survive this but I know there's no way to survive. I will marry you peter, my answer will always be yes. I know this will be hard but I will need you to move on, like always I will protect you from afar. 

You didn't fully know this since I kept it hidden baby but I'm not just level 8, I also hold more powers than what I've shown. Not only could I absorb people's powers for a limited time, send telepathic messages, but I can also choose my destination and see the future. But don't think I could see this, I can see only a blurred and muffled version of the future so it's still unpredictable. I will do everything in my power to see you again in the mortal realm. But if not, I will wait for you, my true love and amazing to-be husband in the afterlife.

Her voice faded out as he gently kneeled to the floor, hugging her to his chest. Tears streaming down his cheeks, making his mask stick to his face even more so. Not letting the paramedics take her lifeless body from his grasp, he mumbled. "I was so close.." They looked at him with guilt and sorrow and decided to let him release his pain and sobs. One of the paramedics comfortably rubbed his back before checking on everyone else.