Let's Get Back Home

24

The word went quiet as your jaw dropped in horror.

Harry flinched, his eyes starting loosing their lively hint of green.

Red slowly began to drip from underneath his chest plate as he blinked, looking as if he could loose consciousness any second.

His glider started faltering, sounding as if it was about to power down. It must've been running on his own energy. You had to admit, the technology was kind of smart but you weren't thinking of that then.

"No." You muttered, reaching for the knife in his chest to pull it out.

You still had time. You could get him back to the compound. You could save him.

However, just as your fingers brushed over the weapon, the glider broke down completely, plummeting to the ground at a high speed.

Harry hurtled after it, his lifeless body somersaulting between branches.

You quickly shoot a web, diving down off the tree you were waiting on and towards your friend.

He looked nothing like the goblin anymore. He just looked broken.

The wind gently messed with his hair, sending it in all sorts of directions as your web finally caught him.

You quickly grabbed onto a branch, hoping to slow the fall just in time.

You quickly attach the web to the branch before crawling down it, wanting to save Harry if he wasn't already dead.

You knew that Peter 3 had trouble saving Gwen from a fall and you hoped that you'd be able to save your friend.

You hoped that it wasn't one of those things that all Spider-Men had to go through.

Harry's body lay spread-eagled on the ground. He looked asleep and that made you worry that he might actually be dead.

You kneeled beside him, watching his face hoping he'd flinch just a little to show he was actually alive.

"Harry?" You say, gently tapping his face.

He wouldn't open his eyes.

You shake the boy's body, hoping that he was just joking. You wished he would just do something. Anything to prove you hadn't let him die.

"Y/n.." He croaked, his voice sounding weak and vulnerable.

His eyes weren't green anymore. He was back.

"Harry." You reply, a smile of relief spreading across your face.

"Hey.." He says, forming a weak smile. His pale skin reflecting in the moonlight.

You weren't sure if you were crying or laughing at this point. He wasn't dead!

"Y/n," He grabs your wrist to get your attention, "What did I do?"

He sounded weak and he probably was.

"Don't worry about it." You say, ripping off his chest pad to reveal his shirt was sticky with blood. There was barely a spot on it that wasn't now a deep red.

It was far worse than any injury you'd seen before. Maybe you hadn't seen him.

He smiled as tears ran down his face. He was trying to hold it together. He looked down at the blood, then back to you.

"Don't worry about it." Harry jokes, repeating your previous words.

He was still managing a smile even though he was in more pain than you could comprehend. You admired him for that.

Tears started to roll down your face as Harry held onto your wrist as he stared up through the trees.

"The sky's nice tonight." He says, gripping tighter as he tried to stop his eye from fluttering downwards.

"Yeah." You admit, looking up with him.

It was weird that after all the chaos, you were completely at peace with the word. You were glad to have your friend back. Even if it would be be for long.

"Maybe this multiverse is alright after all." He spoke but that only made you sob.

You both found yourselves staring at the sky for a few seconds until you felt Harry's grip on your wrist slowly weaken until it had gone completely.

You couldn't quite bring yourself to look back at Harry's blank and unmoving face so you got up, not taking your eyes from the midnight sky.

You'd lost another friend.

Just like you'd lost your original Peter.