Punkflower oneshot/headcanon book (REQUESTS OPENED)

Failure - Oneshot - 🌹

TW for death, anxiety, self esteem issues, & sh

POV: Miles didnt save his dad, and his mom was killed as well

My idea

Takes place in/after Spot battle, aka, btsv timeline + post btsv


3rd person POV

It was happening.

All a blur, moments phasing together in bursts of spider sense.

Miles felt like the sense was digging into his skin, trying to pull his hair out, stealing the breath from his body.

He looked over; god no, his dad.

Running, towards a small child. He'd seen it before. Deja vu hitting him like a train, and he stumbled to recover. He pulled himself together, thrusting himself forward to the falling building.

His webs caught on falling debris from the ongoing battle with The Spot. His 'friends' and all the others fighting the spot, but their shouts of his name faded into faint buzzing as he threw himself to save his father.

But that's when he felt something else.

A sense coming from somewhere else. Somebody else, just as important, in danger.

His mom.

He saw her running out of a collapsing hospital, only a bit farther from his dad.

How can I do both? I can't. I can't God no I have to but HOW?

Rocks and building pieces fell around him, scraping his skin and cutting his suit. He was only feet from his dad.

I can save one, right. Please, God, let me save one.

And it hit him. Not a thought, not a realization, but a large, sharp rock, ramming into his shoulder. It knocked him to the side, and he hit a wall that was slipping away, carried with the current of destruction.

He was falling.

His world spun, all sound around him becoming inaudible.

He could see out of the side of his vision his dad, a large chunk of building heading straight at him, and his mom, 50 feet away, the large hospital sign coming straight at her.

Fear rushed through him, and he hit the ground. It had only happened in a few seconds.

Pain rocked his entire body, insides burning, nothing he'd ever felt before could match this.

He couldn't feel anything, but he could feel everything.

Time flashed by, and he heard his name.

"-MILES!"

"Miles! Miles are you there? Miles!!"

Urgent calls.

He fought, and fought and fought, to push up. Against the suffocating rocks that pushed any oxygen out of him.

But he gave up.

He laid there, helpless. Bleeding out of who knows how many cuts and gashes, knowing. Knowing, his parents were either dead or injured.

He failed.

He could feel it.

Suddenly, air reached his exposed skin, the shouting blurring as he felt close to passing out.

"Miles! Miles, are you- Miles, respond.. please-"

The voice begged him. He couldn't even tell whose it was.

He was picked up, spasms of pain engulfing his body as he was lifted out of the hole he laid in.

"Miles.. Miles.. he's breathin'- we need t' get him somewhere wi' a hospital.... fuck.. ok," the voice talked to others nearby, and Miles slowly could make out the hands holding him up.

There was one holding his legs and another on his back, and he weakly clung onto the figure, arms wrapped around their neck for balance.

They were warm, and he felt the need to just melt into the figure.

But the hurt in his body was relentless, and he grit his teeth together painfully.

His head was throbbing.

"Miles.. are ya there? Stay awake f' me," the voice shakily said.

It was Hobies, wasn't it?

Hard to tell for sure.

He whimpered out in pain, grasping infinitely tighter onto the clothing of Hobie.

A dizzying sensation came, but it thankfully only lasted a few seconds.

He felt sick, nauseous, and was barely holding his stomach down.

The throbbing had lessened, the pain a little more bearable.

He was placed on something soft, hands reaching for Hobie again. Hobie had been warm, and he could feel the others heartbeat and breathing. The soft thing he laid on was cold and unalive.

His hand was met by Hobies again, which he held onto gratefully.

He had no idea how long he laid there, trying to process everything, failing, but clinging onto Hobie like he was the only thing connecting him to the whole world. He opened his eyes as he regained some process of thought.

Hobie, sitting on his bed, in his room.

Gwen was sitting on the floor, off to a corner, Pav not far off.

Peter B was also there, Mayday not with him anymore. Margo, Noir, Peni, Porker also were there.

Noir was quietly talking to Porker, and Peni stood off to the side, without her robot suit, only her spider sitting peacefully on her shoulder.