My midnight hero

Confusing crushes..

TW homophobia, swears, violence, fighting, yelling, blood

~George's pov~

He closed his eyes tight, not daring to open them, especially since he felt his body being swung around, he didn't
want to look, but something about the arms wrapped around him told him without words, more of a feeling, that
he was safe.

He opened his eyes slightly, no longer was he on the ground, he looked at the person who had been holding him,
and was meet with a mask he'd seen plastered all over his friend Karl's room, "wait.. oh my god!" He felt excitement
well up inside him, he was being carried by spider-man, he looked down at the arm that had been holding him away
from a large fall, so muscly and safe, just his presence alone made George forget about the height, or his situation
before this.

He suddenly was being set on the ground, looking up to spider-man's face, well, mask, "you okay?" He asked,
"His voice is familiar.. nice and deep.." he slightly blushed, remembering that he was still waiting for an answer

"U-uh.. yeah! Just.. dizzy.." he looked down, he felt a little nauseous, maybe because he had just been swung in
the air across the city.

The faceless man nodded, and placed his hand at the top of George's head, making his face burn up to his ears
"Are you sure you're going to be okay? You look a little out of it.." he observed.

No one had ever cared for George like this, first, saving him, then actually asking him if he was okay, with genuine
concern, was he in heaven today or what? "I'm okay.." he smiled, looking down, such a mystery, so close to him,
he cared so much for some nobody.

Spider-man nodded, then, he seemed to remember something "oh yeah, I almost forgot" he reached into his pocket,
and pulled out George's necklace, his eyes going wide.

He took it from his hands, looking down at it in awe, then back at him "h-how did you get it? I thought.." he looked
away, didn't that Dream kid take it?

Spider-man looked away "oh.. well, he said if I saw you around, to return it, and to say that he was sorry he
couldn't help sooner, not sure what he means" he looked back at George, who was still a little confused.

"Oh, that was nice of him.." George smiled down at the necklace, why was he so calm right now? He was talking
to one of the most famous people in the world, a literal hero, and he was just talking to him like a normal person?
"By the way, I wanted t-" he looked up, but became disappointed as he noticed that he had already left, "oh.. well, I
guess I was too late.." he looked down, he was used to unfortunate outcomes, so, it wasn't so bad.

He looked down at the necklace again, it felt like it held more meaning to him, spider-man had held it, hell, spider-man
held him!

George took out his phone, looking through his contacts till he saw the one he had been searching for, pressing on
the call icon, hearing it ring, "hello?" A soft voice asked.

"Karl! Guess what just happened!"

~

George observed the silver chain, his locker wide open to block off what he had been looking at, he became zoned
out, the sound of echoed, light footsteps making their way closer to George. He jumped at the sight of his locker door
being slammed close, looking over and closing his wrist to hide the necklace.

"What's up Davidson?" Carter asked, a mischievous smirk on his face, George hated that look.

He sighed, looking away "what do you want Carter." He asked, he had been in a good mood for the past two days,
and here was carter to ruin it.