Whumptober 2021

Running out of time

A/N- I warned you it was about to get a lot more worse. Please forgive me :)

0 Buried alive + collapsed building 0

-Third Person P.O.V-

Peter couldn't breath.

It was plain and simple really.

After all, there was a 50tn building laying on top of him.

He never meant for this to happen. He had only wanted to help Mr Stark and stop the vulture from stealing from him. But Peter guesses Mr Stark was right when he said he shouldn't go after him, he also had the right to take the suit from Peter.

Spider-Man wouldn't be trapped under a building with no way of getting out. Spider-Man would be able to lift it off and fight off whoever it was who was trying to commit crime.

But Peter couldn't. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't lift the debris off enough for him to get out. Sure, maybe he can lift it a little, just enough to drag in some air. But then, as soon as it drops again the pain doubles and Peter feels as though he might die.

So, Mr Stark was right again. Like he said, 'If you're nothing without the suit. Then you shouldn't have it.'

And right now, Peter was nothing like a hero. Nothing like Spider-Man and nothing like he had said he would. He, was nothing.

"Help- help me," Peter whispered as loud as he could, he knew he was seriously hurt, he didn't need the other suit to tell him that much.

His whole chest throbbed in pain, and he knew he probably broke at least half of his ribs. If not more. His head hurt with every heartbeat and he knew he probably had a head injury, seeing as he had been unconscious and everything that had happened was still a little blurry.

As much as he didn't want to admit it, he knew it was a whole lot more serious then that. He had felt something buried deep within his chest, and when he was able to lift up the debris around him for a moment, he was able to catch a glimpse of the blood falling and the pole settled within his abdomen.

Even if he could get out, he doubted he would make it that far.

Peter knew he needed help, and quickly. Dust was falling around him and his already struggling lungs were faltering even more with the added difficulty of having the dust around him. It also didn't help that every minute or so, the building would shift, making the already small space he had even smaller.

Wheezing breaths fell from his lips as he shut his eyes, trying desperately to think about what to do.

Oh my God his phones.

Peters eyes shot open and he couldn't stop the small cry of pain that fell when he did so. "I can do this. I can- I can do this," Peter mumbled to himself, knowing he's going to have to try and get to his phone which was under his chest that was now being slowly crushed against the cold hard ground.

His arms shook with the pressure of the 50tn building weighing down on his shoulders, and as much as it hurt to do so he kept going.

A scream past his lips as the pole shifted within his abdomen and dark spots danced across his vision, enticing him into the never ending darkness. However, he kept going, determined to get to his phone and call for help. Well, that's what he hoped to do, after all, the chances of his phone not being broken and having signal is low.

With one final push Peter was able to grab his phone. As soon as it was within his grip and his hand was far enough away he allowed the debris to fall back on top of him. It took everything he had not to pass out then and there at the pain that was flooding his system and sending everything into over drive. But somehow, deep down, he knew if he allowed the darkness to overcome him he would never see the light of day again.