Strumming Heart Strings - (Spideypool Band AU)

Chapter 1: My Day Is When

The first time he heard his name was after a panic attack.

His breathing a bit too quick, his chest a tad too tight. The world around him had suddenly become too much, too big, too noisy, too scary.

His friend had become a villain, burying him under the rubble of a building with one of his bombs.
He was alone and buried under a whole ass building- it'd be a surprise if he wasn't panicking.

With enhanced hearing, he could hear the footsteps outside, the radio of a nearby parked car, the chit chats of people who didn't have to worry about their best friend turning into a super villain and trying to kill you.
His ears were straining for any evidence that outside was still there, that he was still alive, as if attempting to escape from the rubble without him.

Vision blurring at the edges, fingers clawing blindly at boulders, Spiderman, the hero, was crying.

He was far too young for this.
Far too young to keep losing people he loved, far too young to have the world on his shoulders... far too young to be buried under a fallen building.

Barely eighteen, Spiderman was. Barely had enough friends to have birthday parties, much less this 18th birthday.
He barely had anyone anymore...

None of that mattered, of course. The Spiderman's brain was going into a full panic, mind becoming blank with static except for the "gotta get out - gotta get out" voice muttering in his head.

"Let them all turn against me,
Let the world go against"

Spiderman's fingernails were bleeding, cracked and filed against the hard bricks. He was too weak, too tired, too small...

"I'm no hero
I'm just a man..."

A sob tore through him, cursing the nearby radio and whoever left their car on playing this stupid song out of all others. He really didn't need to be reminded of a dissapointment he was-

"Where did the old me go?"

Yeah- because Spiderman really needed the thoughts, that kept him up at night and he always pushed away, come bite him when he's being turned into carnita...

However, now Spiderman had something to focus on specifically... The song playing had a slow guitar -which was nice, the tempo slow, a rock ballad.

"My day, is when?"

Focusing on the lento tempo, Spiderman began to take deep breaths, slowing down his panic frantic mind enough to remind himself that the heart beats to music's tempo... this song should help him calm down enough...

"Let me finally go to rest
Let me go rest"

Gosh, he was so tired... he could relate. The heavy tiredness that bore into his very being, not because of blood loss but due to this heavy responsibility that had been given to him... due to his misfortunes.

Spiderman closed his eyes, focusing on the low timber of this artist's voice. Soothing, scratchy, slow and gentle, it seemed to carry so much pain and anguish... he wondered what this man had gone through to sing his woes like so...

Finally, gathering his strengh, Spiderman tried to think rationally, pushing and pulling against loose rocks instead of bashing his limbs against all and everything.

Pain shot through his very being, bones popping with movement and head spinning.
He let himself scream, grunt as he crawled from under the boulders. Shoulders falling as he breathed harshly, teeth clenched as he flopped, lifelessly.

What was the use?

"Let this pain be just a guest"

The lyrics were far too convenient. It pissed him off...