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Peter Parker is dealing with being Peter the teenager, but after something bad happens, he may have to take Peter the Spider-kid a little more seriously. When someone he cares for is hurt after rumored 'ties' with the Spider-man, Peter has to de...
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MJ
I breathe heavily. My breath catching in my throat every few seconds. Choking on that breath is what brings me back.
What had I done?
I nearly sacrificed myself for people I don't even like, and all for the sake of their safety. I'm no superhero... I just wasn't thinking. I was really good at not thinking. Even when I beat the living hell out of that man; I wasn't thinking. I just acted out of pure adrenaline. If that's even a thing. People say fear makes you stronger, but I've seen some weak-ass people when they're frightened. I mean, I would never be able to lift a car with just one hand. (This is a myth: you can't actually lift a car with just 'pure' adrenaline. Whoever spread that lie is an ass.)
Sirens go off. I'm curled up, in the corner of a janitors supply closet. I close my eyes and shudder; there are footsteps getting closer and closer. They stop in front of the door, their shadow showing in the sliver of light that leads to the hall. My mind is unable to comprehend that this could be the end, which makes sense why my heart is strangely calm as the person yanks open the door and shut it just as quickly. I don't even have enough time to recognize who it could be; all I saw was a lean figure that was illuminated by the skylight, behind them.
I don't think they saw me, or currently see me, because they make no move towards me. Instead, I hear rustling and cursing that sounds very familiar. It isn't until the third curse that I know who it is. I jump slightly when a hand comes down on my right shoe, but I'm not afraid; just confused.
"Peter?" Peter stops all movement. I can't help but want to laugh in relief as a string of undetectable words come out from who I now know is definitely Peter.
I suddenly get very serious, wanting to ask him if he's okay, but as I grab the wrist on my shoe, I scrunch my nose, "Are you wearing gloves?"
Peter yanks his hand away and gives the loudest internal scream I have ever heard in my life. I hear more rustling, and the only light source is the grey light that comes out from under the door. I can see his feet are shoe-less and I scoff, "Dude, gross, are you getting undressed?"
More panicked squeals and weird grunts.
I raise my eyebrows, "Okay... Um, is this a bad time?"
After I hear the clink that sounds a lot like a belt, I hear the biggest breath of relief come from Peter's mouth. This is all sounding very suspicious.
What is happening?
"Some crazy shooting, amiright?" Finally, Peter's voice is shaky and not at all like the usually semi-confident Peter I'm used to. In summary, he sounds almost exactly like the Peter I saw this morning. He changes the question, "I'm sorry, are you alright?"
