The vial is in my hand and it is going to smash. Peter, where are you?! Please, Peter. My eyes fill up with tears of fear, which do not full because of the pressure of the wind.
I'm going to die and everything slows down. It's going to hurt that much I am positive and I don't want to see it so I close my eyes.
Then I'm swinging past building upon building and block upon block... I think. I don't dare open my eyes. However I do feel an arm clamped around my waist. Is this one of those sick moments in life when you're nearing death and it allows you to dream, to have a jolly good dream. If so, it's sick and twisted.
I slowly peel one eye open and yes. I'm swinging. Well being swung by Peter and his webs. I bury my head in his shoulder and the movement slows my heart rate. He smells like coconuts and sweat. He smells like home.
Seconds later we are on the outdoor balcony and I'm still clutching onto Peter with my head resting in the space between his shoulder and neck. His fingers trace smooth, light circles on my back as an act of reassurance.
"Hey, you're okay," He whispers. "You're safe."
Police sirens blare in the distance, everything is muted but the sound of my boyfriends voice.
I nod still snuggled up in his embrace.
His hands land on my shoulders and push we away from him, slowly. I look at the ground but his fingers touch the skin beneath my chin and tilt my head upwards so our eyes lock.
"You're safe." He says but I can't quite believe it when he's in all Spider-Man gear...even the mask is on.
"I've got to go and clean this up once and for all." He turns away and rests his hands on the balcony wall. Leaving again.
I hop up onto the balcony wall, which is a flat stretch of bricks preventing us from becoming pancakes on the road. I scoot up until I budge into one of Peter's arms, lift it up and put it back down so I have one arm on either side of me. I fit my fingers underneath the hem of the mask that reaches to his neck, lift it up until only his lips are exposed and draw him towards me in a fire-burning kiss, our lips mold together and he parts mine with his tongue. I pull back after a few seconds and whisper:
"Go."
