Spider-Man/Peter Parker One-Shots

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You're a child, about 3-5 years old. This is basically a Daddy-Daughter one.

Flames were everywhere. You were sweating and coughingーmore like hacking up your lungs really. You couldn't understand what happened. One minute you were tucked into bed by your mom, given a kiss goodnight, and left to go to sleep with your night light in the corner your only way to penetrate the darkness of the room. The next minute, light was everywhere and you couldn't go anywhere without burning yourself.

Big fat tearsーthe only cool thing in the roomーrolled down your face. You were crouched behind your bed, your blankets held in tight fists as you blinked constantly. The fire was getting closer, eating up everything it could touch, and soon you'd be eaten too.

"Mommy!" You screamed, hiccuping after the word was out. "Daddy!" No answer, just like the past 5 times you called for them. The alarm on your ceiling that had woken you up as the flames reached your room was now melted and no longer blaring loudly. But you'd take the deafening noise over the hot fire any day.

"Mommy!" You shouted, pulling the blanket around you tighter. You didn't need it, it just felt like your only protection against the ash and smoke. You coughed and stuffed your face back behind the barrier of the blanket. Only your eyes were above the fuzzy blue object, but you couldn't make anything out besides the orange and red destroying everything in sight.

You began coughing uncontrollably as the smoke finally made its way past your blanket and into your lungs. Your eyes watered but the tears weren't even able to make it out of your eyes because the fire was so close.

"Daddy!" You yelled as loud as you possibly could, trying one last time to get your dad to help you. You didn't know if he could hear you, but all you wanted was your parents to burst through that door and pull you back to safety.

A loud crash made your head snap up. You tried to peer through the heat, smoke, and ash to see what happened, but the thing that came in your window approached and answered your question. It was Spider-man!

You whimpered and held your arms up, pleading to be picked up and brought to safety. He hoisted you to your feet, your blanket still with you, and dashed for the window. The flames couldn't touch him, and your wide eyes watched the fire flicker away from him (because of the wind he's creating while running but you don't know that). He lept out the window, clutching you tightly to himself as he shot a web into the air so you wouldn't fall to the ground.

You coughed into your blanket, seeing the once light blue blanket had been turned black with soot, and moved as close as you could to your savior. Spider-man landed on the ground and some paramedics rushed over to him. He handed you over, but you started squirming as soon as he released you.

"Where's Mommy and Daddy?" You cried, looking this way and that. Nobody answered you. The doctor people brought you to the back of a white car with flashing lights and set you on a table with wheels and a cushion to lay on.

Spider-man watched you for a moment, relieved he was able to get you out of there, when some firemen came from inside the house. He watched the one in front approach the chief firefighter. The one that went into the fire took off his helmet with a sad look and shook his head.

"The couple didn't make it," he said. Spidey felt his heart clench. He knew what it felt like to loose your family, but he had Aunt May and Uncle Ben to keep him afloat. You? You appeared to be an only child of maybe 3 or 4 years. You probably wouldn't understand the concept of death unlike he had when he learned of his parents demise.

"What do we do with the daughter?" The chief turned to face you in the back of the ambulance. The firefighter didn't know what to say so they both stayed silent. One of the paramedics made their way over to the two men and sighed.