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"Help!"
"Someone please!"
"Please!"
I took a shaky breath and looked up at the ceiling where my only exist was. I was trapped. The darkness and rubble surrounding I felt as if it was caving in and going to smother me.
"P-Peter." My best friends names slipped out of my mouth, he was always there for me and I had felt very protected around him. Even if he was just a huge dork.
I looked down hands that were trembling and my knees that were covered in large gashes, thanks to the rubble that landed on them.
"Help!" I shout out again, me and Peter had come here for a school trip and some asshole decided to attack the building or something. I didn't really care for the details. When the explosion hit I lost Peter and got trapped under the rubble.
I heard emergency services arrive after about twenty minutes and people left, I myself had been screaming for help for the past hour, my throat was aching and my body was screaming out in agony.
And yet all I could think about was Peters safety, a million thoughts traveled through my head. Is he okay? Where did he go? Did he get out with the others? I was more concerned from him than myself at this point.
"Is anyone else here?" The voice made my head snap up to the hole, wide enough for my body to fit through and yell.
"Help!" I couldn't stand, a piece of concrete landed on my ankle and I think it's broken so I had to sit here and hope for the best.
"If you're here call out!" The voice who I presumed belonged to a fireman obviously didn't hear me. I felt my throat tighten as water filled up my eyes again. I was going to die here.
"Someone please!" I continued screaming but with the chaos of others in need I probably seemed invisible.
"P-Peter." I whisper to myself for reassurance, what would Peter do? He always had a plan. I'm sure that if Peter were in my position he would of found a way to carry himself out of this iglu of destroyed building.
I closed my eyes and lean my head back on to the cement, thinking of Peter, he seemed to even calm me when he wasn't around. I had to admit I did like him, ever since third grade but he always had this eyes set on Liz Allen, she beautiful I have to admit, she's smart, funny and always had the one thing I didn't, Peters interest.
"Y/N?!" I must be imagining things. I immediately thought, Peters's probably home safe by now. "Y/N!" The voice repeated, I lifted my head in hope of seeing Peter once again.
"Peter!" I scream out, I heard a shuffle of rubble and then saw Peters beautiful face appear, he didn't seemed to be harmed, his hoodie covered his face but I saw relief flash across his eyes.
"Y/N! oh my god." he looked down to me and must of noticed my ankle, he instantly shuffled his body through the hole and landed with grace in front of me, I smiled to him as he raced over to me.
"Peter." I whisper wondering if this were a dream, he cups my face gently and pulls me in for a tight hug.
"I-I couldn't find you." he mumbled into my hair, I nod and cling onto him, equally as terrified by the thought of losing him.
"I lost you when the explosion hit." I whisper, he gently lifts me in his arms and heft's me up through the hole, then lifts himself out. He carries me out of the building and to the nearest ambulance.
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It had been a few days, I was at home with a boot on my ankle, the cuts on my face were healing, slowly but surely the doctor kept repeating to me.
"Do you want soup?" My mother asked, she was trying to make me feel better but I wanted to see Peter. I haven't seen him since he left me at the hospital, he told me he needed to go tell aunt May he was okay but after that Ive had zero contact with him.
"No thanks." I say with a weak smile, she nods her head and leaves my room,I sigh and pull my blanket up to my chest, a sudden rush of cold air hits my arms as I glance over to the window making sure it was closed. I'm surprised to see Spider-Man sitting there.
"S-Spider-Man?" I ask as I get up, he steps inside and shuts the window quietly.
"Hi Y/N." He said you were shocked at the fact Spider-Man knew your name, he's saved hundreds of people and not once saved you.
"How did you know my name?" I ask, he sighs and sits on my window sill, tugging at the bottom of his mask anxiously.
"There's something you should know." he said, avoiding my question. I walked over and stood in front of him, glancing at his suit I looked out for any cuts or something.
"Are you okay, Spider-Man?" I ask. He slowly lifts the mask up to his neck and then up to his lips, I looked at the lips and felt my mouth slowly open in shock, Ive wanted to kiss those lips since I knew what kissing was, he lifted the mask further up to his nose. And felt my breath hitch.
It couldn't be Peter, Peters home resting and Peter couldn't have time to save lives. Along with all his school activities.. could he? He has been disappearing for the last month.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." he said as he lifted it off his face completely. I stared at him in disbelief.
"Peter." I whisper, he looks up to me and slowly stands, he towers over me and all I can do is look at his suit, I'm not mad or hurt I'm mostly scared, of all the times he's put himself at risk and we didn't even know about it "Peter." I repeat as I slowly rap my hand around his wrist, making sure he was real.
"I wanted to tell you so badly." he starts rambling and I looked up to him, I open my mouth to say something but Peters ramble is still going on. I look up to his lips and stand on my toes on my non broken foot and grab his face, pulling him in for a kiss.
My eyes immediately snap open in shock, what have I done? Just because he's told you he's Spider-Man doesn't mean he likes you! I pull back and cover my lips with my hands.
"I'm sorry." I say to him as I look to the floor "I shouldn't of done that..." I step back quickly look up to Peter.
"Y/N." He whispers.
"I know. I thought that because you told me you liked me but you're just being a nice guy and I know you like Liz and I mean all the guys do but I still think you have a chance with her." It was my turn to ramble Peter takes a few steps forward and leans down pressing a soft kiss on my lips, this was different to the kiss I gave him, I focused more on how much of an idiot I looked like where this one had all my attention on Peter, he gently pulled away and rapped his arms around me.
"I don't want Liz." he said I look up to him and he smiled down to me "the girl I've always wanted was right next to me."
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Here you go, last line is a lil cringey but ehhh.
