inferno•peter parker✓

010. i can't loose you

chapter ten•i can't loose you

I begin to search for Peter and the Goblin, but they are nowhere in sight. When I finally find them, I see May on the ground, covered in blood, behind an angry Peter. Goblin is on his glider, hovering above the ground.

She was a beautiful and kindhearted woman. She reminded me of my own aunt that perished in the fire.

"Peter, Peter, Peter... no good deed goes unpunished. You can thank me later," he smirks, looking at May's body.

"What the hell is going o-" I start.

Goblin releases a pumpkin bomb from his hand, tossing it in my direction. Peter leaps to catch it, but barely knocks the bomb aside. I use my powers to lift it slightly above the air, but the strike still manages to injure me.

Goblin flies away on his glider with an evil cackle, and leaves the three of us in a smoky wasteland of an apartment building.

I fall to the ground, pain surging through my body. I'm far away from Peter and May. I can't manage to force out a cry of help.

With my blurred vision, I see Peter limping toward May in the distance. I barely hear what they are saying, but I know one thing for sure. May is dying, and Peter wouldn't be able to help her.

I am too weak to even attempt to help her. And even if I could make it over there, I wouldn't be much of a help. Tears are streaming from Peter's face as he holds May in his arms. My heart breaks a little. He is feeling the pain that I felt, and I would have never wished it upon anyone. I wouldn't even wish it on my Peter.

After what feels like an eternity of Peter calling for help and crying, May falls to the ground as police cars and unfamiliar cars arrive at the scene. Peter knows it is too late for May, as he whispers his goodbyes and apologies.

But then, he spots me. My eyes lock with his, pleading for help. I don't intend to be selfish, because I hadn't suffered as extreme of injuries as May. I only suffered similar injuries to Peter's. Lucky for him, he has a better healing ability than me. He rushes over to me, picking you up in his arms.

I feel my heart beat faster as I feel his arms wrap around me. I've never felt so safe in a pair of arms before. Is this Spider-Man truly a hero?

"Peter... I'm sorry."

I'm dizzy, and I come to the realization that I shouldn't allow Peter to hold me like this. I can't seem weak, so I fight my way out of his arms. "I can handle myself, Peter. It's ok."

"I can't loose you too."

"Peter, you're unstable. You're hurt mentally and physically. Trust me, I've got this."

Flames appear on my hands.

"Don't hurt Happy," he frowns, weakly pointing to the unfamiliar car.

I nod and lift myself off the ground with a little less energy than usual. Hurt or not hurt, I am going to defend Peter with your life. They are after him, and firing at him, and that sets me off.

I am the only one who gets to mess with Spider-Man. Besides, I owe Peter a favor for helping me out of the building. I launch fireballs at the officers, burning some of their legs and hands. "Retreat!" one of them cries.

I wink at Peter, and the two of us make our escape.

***

The rain starts pouring down, and the droplets wash over the tall buildings in New York City. Peter and I sit on a rooftop together, staring at a giant screen playing the night's news in Times Square. He is softly crying as the Daily Bugle report starts to tear him down with their words.

I sit there uncomfortably, until I notice that he really isn't okay. At first I'm unsure how to comfort him, suddenly I move closer. I hold him in my arms, and my smaller hand touches the fabric of his Spider-Man suit.

The voice of the head reporter, J. Jonah Jameson starts to echo throughout the city.

"Tragedy.

The bag of broken cures is on the ground, getting soaked by the heavy rainfall. It served almost no purpose now.

"What else can I call it? What more need be said?"

"The damage, the destruction, you saw it with your own eyes. When will people wake up and realize that everywhere Spider-Man goes, chaos and calamity ensue. Everything Spider-Man touches comes to ruin. And we, the innocents, are left to pick up the pieces."

"J. Jonah Jameson reporting. Good night... and God help us all."

I hold back tears for Peter as he cries onto my shoulder. There is no time for me to have the energy to be stubborn, evil, or even have an urge to kill Spider-Man. Peter needs me and... I also need him.

Peter paces back and forth on the rooftop, unsure of where to go and what to do. "Synne, you don't have to stay with me out of pity," he mumbles.

"Parker, it's not like I have anywhere better to go."

"They're going to kill us if they see us."

"Probably."

"I have somewhere in mind to go."

"Where?"

Peter grins, stepping closer. "I'll show you, do you trust me?" he asks as he pulls me into his arms.

"I can fly myself-"

"Do you trust me?" Peter repeats.

"Yes."

Peter hold onto me, and he starts to swing through the city with his webs. I hold your breath throughout the whole ride. The wind blows my hair and strands fall amongst Peter. I actually catch myself smiling, even though my stomach feels the opposite.

Web-slinging is a lot more intense then it looks. I close my eyes as Peter holds onto me tight. The two of us land on the roof of what seems to be a school building.

"Is this your school?" I question.

He nods, the bag of broken cures in his hand dropping to the ground with him. I stand staring at the night sky as Peter sits on the rooftop. My only hope is that some magical cure will come and fix everything.

Although I couldn't stand my Spider-Man, this Peter seems to be different. I couldn't see him cry like this without hurting myself. It reminds me of myself and my pain that night... The night I lost everything.

I stumble out of the burning house, my hands feeling like they are on fire. I look down, only to realize that there actually is flames on my fingertips.

I lived through the fire, but I gained powers from it. I fell into a rage and depression as soon as I found out everyone I loved in the house was dead. Gone forever. I sobbed for hours.

One of the police officers looked at me, a frown on his face. "I'm sorry kid."

"Did Spider-Man save any of them?"

I had heard about the "legend" of a superhero just like everyone else.

"Kid, you know that Spider-Man is devastated. He didn't have the mental strength to come and help."

That night, I felt rage. I wanted to kill Spider-Man. And I would.

And today, I find myself comforting a different Spider-Man.