Homesick || Discontinued

11 - Cold

It takes over my eyes and I see... everything.

And I can feel... everything.

I suddenly have strength and the rope dissolves. I raised my hands and instantly jumped up, floating in the air. And with his back to me, I took a slash at Beck, making him grunt out and fall as well as his drones, they were flying out of place and the monster's hologram wasn't all filled.

While he was down, I looked out the window, thinking. Planning. The projects, there must be thousands of them. And Beck is controlling them all. But what if one of them broke? I know what I need to do.

But...

I looked around.

I don't have my mask. People will see.

...and Peter is dead.

And this is the least I can do now for him. Fine. Fuck it. Still floating I break the window in with my elbow and go to jump out but a sudden firm grip on my ankle pulls me down, roughly.

"Oh no, you don't," I looked back to see Beck, angry and annoyed. His blade was out yet as he tried to stab me but I moved and kicked him in the face before leaving him.

Jumping out, I extended my arm and my black webbing came out, attaching to the bridge, allowing me to swing underneath and up, into the illusion. And it was calm as I landed onto a drone, causing it to bust when it lifted my weight upward, projecting the chaos. Some flew around in unison while others in groups stayed in place. But everywhere I looked, there was a drone in every direction. And colors. And darkness. Shooting webs, I jumped higher, further into the dark hues, dodging the drones left and right, and began to attach each one that entered my sight, together. I'd get hit with a few here and there yet that didn't stop me.

My plan was drones and water. Combined, you get a broken, damaged drone, right?

It's worth a shot.

Thinking I had enough to pull all together, I looped all the webs across and jumped down. Flew through the illusion and into the water with the drones too.

I held my breath going under and dove down enough to get them all under. I swam around and back up to the surface but frowned when I saw that there seemed to be more drones then before. And the illusion was fading away, like the drones weren't projecting.

Confused, I shot a web to the bridge and hoisted myself from the water. My head then started to tingle. With my suit and hair soaked, I ignored the uncomfortable feeling and swung around and up into the litter of remaining drones that still formed the monster. I landed on a drone like before and began to scan for life as I started to hear faint grunts.

But no identities came up. Just drones.

Until I saw a white web shoot a few inches away from my face. I looked in the direction of where it came from. My heart was in my throat. Not out of fear. I was happy Peter wasn't dead, obviously, but my face, it's not covered. It'll happen. Fuck it. When I saw him jump up, doing the same thing I started doing, attaching all the drones together, I watched him. He was acting energetic. Determined. And in his spiderman suit.

How did he...? You know what? Doesn't matter right now.

I gotta— oh my god, HE'S FALLING!!

"Peter!" Shit! Why'd I yell? I jumped off the drone and dove for him. Extending my arm to attach a web to the bridge and the other onto Peter. He first struggled against it, not realizing I was helping yet and soon, I was being stretched out between my web on the bridge and the one holding onto Peter.

The pain spread rapidly throughout my back and arms, causing me to scream and for Peter to finally look up.

"Joey?" I heard faintly among all the other noises. Ignore it.

I grunt before using my strength to hoist— no, throw him up into the air above me, giving him a boost. "Wait!" I heard him yell but he took action.

As did I, swinging myself around with a new web and to Beck. I knew Peter was on the drones so that left me with Beck.

Swinging into a window, I land right in front of Beck and swing at him. But he blocks. And he hit me in the jaw, causing blood to pool in my mouth. I spat it in his eyes, making him stumble back and for me to hit him but he blocked it.

Frustrated, I tried again yet he kept catching my fists, every time. Letting go of them and letting me try again until he didn't and gripped my throat instead and slamming me against the glass.

"You think this is your fight, Joey?" He teased, getting closer. "You wanna fight for your family?" His grip is getting tight. "I'll show you fighting."

He raised his clench hand and swung, hitting my nose whilst letting me go and falling to the floor, smacking the side of my face on it as well. I attempted to scramble away from him but he grabbed a fist full of my suit collar and hit me. Punch after punch as he continued to ramble.

"I've always wanted to do this to your stupid face!"

Punch.

"Because you deserve it!"

Hit.

"You all deserve it!"

Pushed onto the floor as I caught my breath. Blood flooded from small cuts, my mouth, my nose, any opening from my face, the blood pool on the surface of where my cheek laid. Short breaths, my hearing was breaking, fading in and out. His voice. The screaming from citizens. And... Peter?

"Leave her alone!" I heard from behind me and the sounds of Beck's grunts and glass breaking. Like Peter was fighting him.

"Your lies are over Beck." Peter said.

But Peter's voice was far away and Beck's footsteps were nearing. I wanted to move yet I was frozen. The pain was making my head feel heavy. Everything was going dark. Until I feel a last hit to my face, making me at ease with the echoes of Peter's voice repeating over and over.

And over and over and... until it was quiet and cold.