Spider Parker

*My Hero

"Peter, I promise," I spoke through the phone.

"Are you sure? You know, I can come over until your parents come home," his worried voice responded.

"Yes, I'll be fine."

"Okay, love you. See you tomorrow."

"Love you, too."

I hung up the phone and sat on the couch to watch TV and waste my time. Living in the city was fine and something I had grown accustomed to in the past three years, but being home alone was still a fear of mine.

Unfortunately for me, robbers and crooks were the least of my worries. The smell of smoke stopped my train of paranoid thoughts. I stood and walked towards the hallway of my apartment, deciding it was best to find the source of the smoke to ease my worries.

I yelped as the handle to my bedroom burned my hand and a crash sounded from the apartment beside me. I hesitated before running for my phone again, only to find the crash had come from my apartment. The ceiling had caved in and cut off the other rooms from me, leaving me trapped in the back of my apartment. The large flames of the fire consumed the carpet and warped the wood. 

Sirens sounded in the distance, but were hard to hear from the deafening crackle of burning wood and popping metals and plastics. I looked for any possible way out of the halls, but found none. Smoke filled my lungs, forcing me down to try to avoid it.

"Help!" I yelled at the door, hoping someone would hear me, "Help!"

I could hear muffled voices from outside the door. The heat of the fire and the heaviness of the smoke continued to invade my lungs and burn at my skin. 

"___?" a familiar voice came into the apartment.

"Peter," I coughed, struggling to see anyone through the flames.

"___, I'm here," he moved across the entry way, "I'm gonna get you out, I promise."

"I'm scared," I admitted quietly, feeling the fire only getting closer to my already overheated body. My vision grew blurry as I began to go in and out of consciousness. I felt someone lift me up and eventually I was placed onto cool pavement.

"Hey, hey, stay awake, stay awake for me. Please."

"Peter," I struggled to keep my eyes open, focusing on Peter's comforting words. Even though your lungs burned, you were at a somewhat peace. The new air began to replace the dense smoke in your chest.

Peter held me upright, trying to keep me awake, "Hey."

"Hey, Spider-Boy," I coughed. He laughed, but as my eyes re-focused I saw the tears in his eyes. He brought me into a hug.

"I thought I was gonna lose you," he spoke into my hair.

"Hey, hey, I'm okay," I smiled at him despite my burning lungs.

"But, you almost weren't," he pulled away from me and rested a gloved hand on my face, "I should've just come over, then I could've gotten you out before-" 

You cut him off by kissing him softly just like before.

"Peter, it's not your fault. You're my hero."