"Spider-Man!" you cried, gripping onto the metal beam with every fiber of your being. Hundreds of metres below you was a cold and brash ocean, waiting to engulf you, along with whatever creatures laid within it. "I'm coming Y/n! Hang on!" He yelled, attempting to free himself from his own webs. His arms and legs had been webbed against a moving crane, rendering him immobile. "Damn this is not a good feeling," he mumbled to himself. "I disagree. This is quite amusing," the Chameleon replied, watching Spider-Man struggle.
"I took into account what you said in our last battle. You're right, these web shooters are quite useful," they continued. "You don't need to do this! You got me! Let Y/n go!" Spidey pleaded. "Uhh, I'm kinda slipping here Spidey," you mumbled, watching your grip on the beam get weaker and weaker. "Let them go?" the Chameleon said in a confused tone. He leaped from the crane towards the beam you were hanging on to.
The Chameleon crouched down and looked at you, then sighed, "But this was oh, so much fun. Oh well. Spider-Man wants me to let you go," they slowly stood up before saying, "Goodbye Y/n." They rose up their foot high, posititioning it over your right arm, than pushed it back down with a heavy force, smashing your arm. An earth-shattering pained scream erupted from your chest.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!? STOP!!!" Spider-Man yelled in response.
Your arm fell limp beside you, the only thing stopping you from plummeting into the ocean was your left arm, wrapped over the edge of the beam. "Still standing, huh? Well. Hanging. No matter." As everything seemed to slow down, you watched as the Chameleon lifted his foot once more. "NO!!!' Spider-Man cried as he watched the events unfold. With a final grunt, he managed to free one of his hands from the webbing.
He shot a web at your back, but before it could get to you, the Chameleon broke your other arm, causing you to lose your grip and fall. The web he shot only managed to hit the beam you were no longer hanging on to. "No..." he whispered in disbelief. You fell through the air, unable to do anything about your rapid descent. The cool air felt like icicles digging into your skin. Your forearms throbbed with pain as the wind insisted on waving them around. Your heart slowed and your mind stopped. It seemed like you were falling forever.
Then you felt your lower back getting wet, then your legs and the back of your head. You were crashing into the ocean. Soon enough your entire body was submerged in the water. Because of the high level you fell at, and your growing acceleration, you were pushed deep into the water before any floating could occur. You opened your mouth to breath, but instead of that sweet relief of oxygen, water flooded your lungs.
You were drowning.
You tried to swim up but every stroke felt like torture. The pressure of the water forced you to use extra power as you moved your arms, only causing more pain. Your lungs and throat burned. The panic you felt and adrenaline coursing through your veins weren't of any help at all. Slowly your vision faded into darkness as you closed your eyes.
And then you opened them again. You were in a bed. Panicked and disoriented, you grasped a big gulp of air, trying to catch your breath. You ripped the cover off your body and moved your feet to the side of the bed, all while breathing heavily and quickly. It felt like you had to learn how to breath all over again.
You grabbed your throat and began coughing, still feeling the burning sensation of drowning in your throat. When you felt the softness of Peter's bed beneath you, your mind grounded itself, and you began to calm down. Very slowly you regained a steady breathing pace. Deciding to get a glass of water to cool down, you stood up and began making your way to the kitchen.
You grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled the cup with cool water, guzzling it down when it was full. You held the cup against the sink as you took a moment to process what had just happened. What kind of a dream was that? You wondered. It was more of a nightmare but you couldn't be bothered to consider the specifics. You rinsed the rim of the cup and placed it in the dish rack to let it dry.
When you turned around, a scream threatened to leave your throat. Standing in the doorway was a tired looking, messy-haired Peter Parker wearing black and grey pyjamas. "What the fuck!" you harshly whispered. "Why are you up so late?" he asked, on the verge of yawning. "I heard the way you were screaming and hyperventilating a minute ago. Surprised May didn't wake up. Now tell me. What happened?" he asked, looking at you. You sighed, avoiding his gaze.
"When was the last time you had a nightmare?"
A/N: I was very tempted to title this chapter 'Stop, drop and panic' but this is a serious book for serious people so I didn't. Also, this isn't as long as my other chapters but I think I wrote it pretty well. 😀👍🏾
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