risk (tom holland)

twenty one

he stood and all my muscles relaxed. He's not hurt I thought, he took off his mask and just stood.
The orange around him had diffused and he stood, his back to me. I wiped off my pants and pushed my hair behind my shoulders.

Then he turned around. He looked down at me. A small smile crossed his lips.
I wanted to return it, but there was something wrong with it.

My heart sank. The gas. Oh fuck.

My boyfriend is gonna try to kill me now.
I took in a shaky breath and held up my crowbar. I could hear the cops infesting the building below him, atleast these people were being captured. And now I was gonna die. He hopped off the building landing on mine, with ease.
He flashed me his teeth in a beautiful smile.

I had never been more afraid. I felt my hands tremble, I stumbled. Gripping the crowbar as tight as I could.
"Peter?" I croaked. But he didn't even hear me. The cops were too busy finding the perpetrators to pay any attention to me.
"Peter." I called out a bit harsher now. He took a step forward. And I took one back. "Lynn, what's the matter?" He asked me, and his sickly sweet tone made my heart stop.

"You're hallucinating Peter, the gas has imbalanced your brain chemicals in your frontal cortext, try to think. Please snap the fuck out it." I said. He laughed a little and took another step. "I have no problem hitting you with this." I threatened. He looked me up and down and walked toward me slowly.

Usually this would've turned me on, but right now, I had about 8 minutes to stall THE Spider-Man.
I began walking backwards. "Peter please." I begged him his curly brown hair and soft eyes neared me. He studied me.
I raised my crowbar. "I'm so sorry." I said and I swung. But he caught it. He bent it in his grip. The metal branding in his fist like play dough. My eyes widened.
I stumbled back and put my hands up in defence.
"Such a pretty pretty girl." He cooed. "Will you fuck off? You're scaring the shit out of me Parker." I spat. He dropped the crowbar, his hand had left a perfect indent on the strong metal. I ran a hand through my hair and continued to slowly walk backwards.

I was willing to knock him out, it could save both of our lives. He wasn't as hostile as the gas should've made him, maybe because inside he knew he wouldn't have to try very hard.

"Peter, I want you to listen to me, I want you to remember what happened the other night, about this happening to that man, the man you tried to save-"
His head shook, like a chill.
"-and-and he tried to do exactly what you're doing now, and you killed him, to save yourself. Do you remember that?" Peter looked at the ground, he looked sad. He did remember. "Yea. See, how horrible did you feel?" I asked him.
He stopped walking. He was thinking. "I felt like I should've died. I still feel like-" he stopped abruptly. he shook his head violently and then glared up at me again.
I reached the edge of the building and did a loop. He walked toward me again.
"Oh fuck." I sighed.

I grabbed the crow bar again. But as soon as I held it confidently he pulled it away with a web. My breath hitched.
Suddenly the same material was wrapped around my waist. And I was tugged forward. He was inches from me, and the look in his eyes made mine water. "Peter please." I whimpered. "Snap out of it." I breathed.
He sharply put his hand around my throat. I gasped and fought for air. I clawed his hand and tried to kick him. He began lifting me in the air.

"This isn't you Peter," I coughed out. My toes leaving the ground.
"I-I still love you." I wheezed, my nails digging into his arm as I fought for air.
The flicker came back. Peter dropped me; and I hit the ground.

I wheezed and breathed. Tears streaming down my face.
Peter was on the ground too, his head in his hands. He cried out in pain gripping at his hair. He shook his head no violently. He went silent. He let out a scream and frantically grabbed at me, pulling at my ankle, his hand wrapped tightly, he tugged.
I scraped against the ground but kicked and screamed to get away,
His eyes rolled back into his head and his mouth open slightly.
I laid on the ground in nothing but fear.

He went limp and passed out.
"Peter!" I cried and crawled over to him. I shook him and he stirred lightly. I begged that his warm eyes would send me hope. "Peter?" I mouthed.

I shook and shook him. But he didn't do much. I felt the tears drop down my chin quietly. "Please please please" I begged. I felt my arms get weak and I collapsed into his chest, breathing shakily.
"Lynn" he croaked. "What the fuck just happened?" He held his forehead. I grabbed him and hugged him to me. "I'll tell you later." I cried into his shoulder. He hugged me back.
"We caught em." He smiled.

I calmed myself down, took a deep thankful breath. "You did." I stated. "My hero." I said.

When we got home, I cried in the bathroom for a bit. How do I just bounce back after that? The love of my life just tired to kill me. It was temporary and I'm safe now, but I couldn't help but feel uneasy. I was still in shock.
"Lynnnn." Peter whined. "I wanna be hugging you." He whined louder from the bedroom. I washed my tear stained face and calmed down. I walked out and he held open his arms. I laid down with him and hugged him back. "Somethings wrong" he said,
I tensed as much as I wish I didn't, but asked him "what?" "You, why are you nervous?"
"I'm not, I'm tired. I-I love you." I said so quietly, it was weak. "I love you" he replied.

"Did I black out?" He asked me. I nodded.
"Why?" He looked into my eyes.

I went still. "You got hit with the gas."