Luke Hemmings
Daredevil
"I just want to see if you’re as good as they say," your captor giggled, resting her hand on your bound form. "If you can get through this little course I’ve set out for you, you can have your precious Y/N back."
Luke took a deep breath, being able to sense where you were through your smell alone. “Well, Daredevil, what’s it going to be?”
Luke nodded, and began to move through the course. He sense the walls before they showed up. He could feel the heat of the men around him, setting him off into offence mode before they could blink. His hightened senses more than made up for his lack of sight.
"I’ve made it," he announced, standing proud in front of the villain. "Now let her go." The villain hesitated for only a moment, but that was enough for Luke to sense the increasing speed of her heart. She wasn’t going to let you go. Luke leaped forwards, putting his martial arts to good use, and taking her down.
He turned back to you, his smell guiding him. He untied you, and lifted you up. “Thank you,” you whispered, resting your head on his chest. “Don’t mention it.”
Ashton Irwin
Cyclops
You gulped, struggling against the ropes that bound you. Your attacker had given your boyfriend twenty minutes to get you, or you were being dropped off a building. Just how you wanted to spend your Friday night.
Just as the twenty minutes ran out, the door came flying off the hinges, revealling your Ashton, but wearing different glasses.
You cried out in relief.
"Let her go," he ordered. The villain pouted, and sighed.
"Fine, I am a woman of her word. But I’ll see you soon," she said, waving at you.
"Thank you, Ashton," you cried, beginning to cry.
"Hey, hey. It’s okay, I’m here now," Ashton reassured. "I just gotta get these ropes off, stay still." He removed his glasses, lasers shooting out of his eyes and burning through the ropes.
He put them back, and picked you up. His one arm under your legs, the other behind your back. “Are you all right?”
"Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks."
Calum Hood
Ghost Rider
You pulled your coat closer and shivered against the cold. Why were you out this late you may ask? You were on your way to your sister’s and the car broke down, leaving you having to walk a mile to the nearest garage since your phone was flat. Just your luck.
But to make it worse, you were in a bad area of town. You knew you were screwed, and your thoughts were confirmed when you heard a dark chuckle from behind.
"Why, hello there," he greeted. Your eyes widened and your steps quickened.
"Where are you going?" He asked, pulling you back by your shoulder.
"Err…" You squeaked.
Just then, he was pulled off you by a flaming skeleton. He wore black leather, with spikes on. His head was a skull, that was on freaking fire!
Before you could react, the flaming skeleton had killed your attacker, and turned on you. He gave you one look, checking you were okay, before jumping onto his moterbike, also on fire you noted, and began to drive just as the sun began to rise.
Before he dissappeared, you caught a glimpse of a boy. Dark haired, and one you recognised. Calum Hood.
Michael Clifford
Spiderman
"Michael!" You screamed, gripping your seat on the train so hard your knuckles turned white. From the side you spotted a black shadow whip past, and the train shook. Of course your boyfriend chose this as the perfect time to go to the toilet.
The driver’s voice spoke over the intercom. “Don’t worry, this will all be over soon,” he reassured shakily.
"He’s right," an eerie voice agreed. "It will be over soon."
You decided you’d had enough of sitting around and waiting for Luke to show up, and stood up. Your legs shook as you walked across the shaking train, you used the seats to keep you going. That was, until, the train started moving. Right towards the out of use train track.
You held back a scream, and saw a flash of red speed past towards the front of the train. You ran, along with everyone else in the train, to the window.
"Spiderman!"
