Peter B Parker x Miguel O'Hara oneshots

Mission gone wrong

Song for the story: Softcore by: The neighbourhood

Arielle V1
Third person

His vision blurred as he saw a blur he knew it was Peter from his muffled panicked screams. His body ached and he knew he at-least had to break a few ribs and in fact it was slowly getting hard to breathe maybe he realizes he probably even has a punctured lung. His right leg, his left arm & his wrist hurt like crazy at least more than the rest of his body. Everything hurt. Badly.

He felt warm hands make their way around his head making sure his head wasn't on the cold gravel ground but instead on something soft he heard plenty of yelling. The hands shifted to his hands holding them tightly warm hands against his cold hands it felt good relaxing almost.

"I know it hurt but I need you to calm down j-just breathe everything will be alright"
He told me trying to calm himself down too multiple voice cracks weren't helping his case he could tell the man was crying. His vision going in and out he hadn't realized he wasn't breathing he took a breath in and a sharp pain appeared more pain than it already was it came slowly in waves.

"It — hurts" is all he could say between my wheezes and coughs of extreme pain. At that point tears were slowly forming from the pain he tried my best to fight them off the sobs slowly coming in made it hard to breathe,the wait feels like forever an eternity almost. The red and blue lights got Brighter and the noises of the sirens become so loud they weren't muffled like everything else. It hurt his head like crazy it made all the pain even worse. Felt multiple hands on him he felt something cold and circular touch his face it went around his nose and mouth perfectly it made it a little bit easier to breathe. He still couldn't tell what was going on everything was a blur. His hands went cold the warm hands let go, quickly he started panicking. No—no-No-NO.

"No" he let out a cry before going back to panicking and gasping for air causing having a terrible painful coughing fit. It made his pain worse and it hurt like hell.

Tears streaming down his face he lifted his arm and tried to reach for him as they loaded him into the truck, he tried fighting it but before he knew it his eyes slowly closed all he could think about was how much this would hurt them and how they would react seeing him like this such a weak state how would the world be without Spider-Man how crime would go unpunished and how many more people will be hurt from others wrongdoings.

One last painful breath and he was out, like that eyes closed into the abyss