The claw slices through your skin like a hot knife through butter. It hurts momentarily, it feels like being pricked by a needle your head spins around like a messy tango and you fall to the sand holding onto your lower abdomen where blood seemed to profusely pour from the laceration, you can taste tangy metal in your mouth the sort of taste you get if you sucked on a spoon for too long, you stare up at the starry night sky everything blurs before stilling you can see someone running towards your slowly going limp body. Peter. He drops to his knees by your side grabbing at your hand and holding it tightly he looks down at the cut and shakes his head furiously like he didn't want to believe what was happening, he slowly touches the cut and you wince a little your body had now become heavy like lead and every breath you took felt like an effort. He starts to cry. His tears dribble down his dirty face falling softly onto your chest you force a smile up at him because you needed him to know that you were okay.
"(Y/n) it's gonna be okay. Mr. Stark is gonna help you and make everything better I promise." You blink slowly at him.
"Peter? Pete?" Your voice sounds broken and raw.
"Yeah? Does it hurt? Are you in pain?" He hurriedly inquires.
"Pete it's okay. I barely feel any pain." His hand loosens causing your hand to fall to his lap.
You start to close your eyes because hell you could go for a sleep right about now, your hand clutches at your torn shirt as you cough up a thick liquid. Blood.
"(Y/n)! Open your eyes! You need to keep them open to show me you're alive." Peter grabs your face and gives it a soft shake.
Your eyes slide open only the slightest bit and he sighs, you watch the lights behind Peter because you knew that this was the last time you would see them. The last time you would be near Peter and feel his breath on your face or hear his heart beat irregularly when you slipped your hand into his or hugged him tight.
"I love you P." The tears pool in your eyes and you cough once more bringing blood up again.
Peters shoulders drop and his head falls to your chest with one last bit of strength you card your fingers through Peters curls gently tugging just like you had done a million times before, big sobs rack through Peters ribs his grip on you tightened as he begged for someone to help for god to take him instead of you. Your breathing becomes hard causing you to choke and shake, you no longer feel the lower half of your body and the realisation kicks in, you cry with your boyfriend and watched as paramedics showed up, watched as Tony -your dad- run through the sand to you he stands above your dying body and you can see his glasses fog up from tears and you smile up at him.
"I'm okay. Dad I'm okay." You mumble about how much you love him before turning back to Peter.
Your dad had now collapsed next to you brushing sweat soaked hair away from your forehead trying to comfort you in your last moments.
"I love you Pete, don't forget you owe me that date." You remind him.
He wipes his tears away and tries to put on his best smile.
"How could I forget? Just make sure you're ready by eight okay." You grin and cough.
"I'll see you then Parker." He places a soft kiss on your blood stained lips.
When you closed your eyes you were finally at peace. You learnt from a young age that death would happen eventually, you just hadn't expected it to be so soon.
