Return to Me 3 (Peter Parker/Spider-Man X Reader)

Part 13

Peter was swinging as fast as he could through the city toward a large building on the outskirts of New York. It was a beautiful building, many stories tall, that sat on a hill, giving it a lovely view of the city. The analyst had tracked the car using CCTV to an entrance to the property. It was the only lead to finding you and Peter hoped that he would find you in time. Detective Lewis and his officers were behind Peter, racing through the city streets as fast as they could, but Peter had the advantage of swinging in a relatively straight line, regardless of the streets. He knew that he was close to the building, he could see it as he drew closer. Suddenly, an orange glow appeared in the windows in one of the floors close to the top. Within seconds the glass in the windows was blown and flames licked the outside of the building.

"No!!!" Peter yelled, swinging faster due to adrenaline, "no, no, no, no, no!!!! Y/N!!!!" He yelled, tears stinging his eyes. He wrestled with himself, trying to get his emotions in check, but in his heart he knew that the you were in the flames. He knew time was running out. He could feel the heat of the flames well before he reached the building. He could hear sirens in the distance, both police and firefighters would be there in minutes. As he reached the building the heat was nearly unbearable. A crowd of people were streaming out of the building. The fire had spread to the floors above and below the original fire. Peter knew that the fire would get out of control quickly, he had to find you as fast as possible. He didn't let himself think of the possibilities as he perched himself on a nearby streetlight, looking for a way in. His panic rose as the flames continued to spread. He knew that he had to go through the windows, to be sure you weren't in there and to rescue you if you were. He shot a web to the top of the building and swung over, heat hitting his body within seconds. His hands burned as he crawled on the stone on the outside of the building. When he was close enough to the window, he flung himself through the window and flames into the room. The flames were blinding bright and extremely hot. It took a moment for Peter to get his bearings. He saw Mario slumped over on the floor, flames licking his body. The smell of burning flesh reached his nose and he fought off a gag. Frantically, Peter searched the room, coughing as the smoke rose around him like a thick drape. Relief flooded through him, followed quickly by terror, as he found you unconscious on the floor in the middle of the room. The flames were only growing, he knew the building would be compromised in a matter of minutes. He quickly made his way to you, grabbed you in his arms, and leapt out of the building, a web catching the nearby streetlamp. Detective Lewis and his men along with a slew of firefighters were now on the scene. Peter spotted Dr. Stafford near an ambulance and quickly ran that way. He laid you down on the stretcher, the paramedics getting to work quickly.

"Y/n..." Dr. Stafford stated, tears in his eyes as he looked at you. Peter began to sob as the realization that you were not okay finally hit him. The men watched as the paramedics cut your clothing and taped electrodes to your skin, searching for a heartbeat. Your skin was black and filthy, some parts of your legs were burned badly, but your face and arms didn't look as bad. There was a large gash on the side of your forehead and dried blood plastered your face. Your lips were dry and cracked, small cuts and deep bruises were forming all around your torso and limbs. But the worst part was your stillness. Peter sobbed, mentally begging you to move, to show some sign of life. Tears were now streaming down the doctor's face as he watched the paramedics get a defibrillator.

"Clear," one paramedic said as he placed the metal paddles on your chest and abdomen and shocked you. Dr. Stafford and Peter watched the heart monitor for a sign of life, but were met with only a straight line. "Clear," the medic said again, lowering the pads for another shock. Again, only a straight silent line resulted. "Clear," Peter heard him say again and watched as he shocked you once more...... noting. Peter fell to his knees, harsh sobs wracking his body behind his mask. Dr. Stafford put his hands on Peter's shoulder, trying to comfort the young man as tears streamed down his own face.

BEEP........ BEEP........ BEEP..... The heart monitor started. Peter's head snapped up at the sound.

"Let's go," the medic said to the other as they lifted the stretcher into the back and slammed the door shut. They went speeding off in the direction of the hospital as quickly as possible.

"She's not out of the woods yet, lad," Dr. Stafford said, a smile in his eyes, "but she's a fighter."

"She's alive," Peter replied, still shocked and amazed. Detective Lewis approached, having seen the whole thing from afar.

"You'd best be off to the hospital, son. We'll take it from here," he told Peter, knowing that you needed him more than they did. Peter quickly explained that Mario was still inside on the same floor you had been, but before anyone could relay orders, the building collapsed, crushing Mario down into the burning heap of rubble that remained. It was finally over.