spiderson oneshots

iii. ten tons

{edited 1/12/22}

peter couldn't breathe.

one moment he had been running through the building in search of the bomb, and the next he was trapped underneath rubble and debris. slowly being crushed under the remnants of the building, he cried and choked on sobs, unable to move.

"help!" he screamed, voice hoarse. he coughed. "please, somebody!"

deep down he knew that nobody could hear him. his communicator was smashed and his suit was so damaged that even KAREN hadn't responded to his pleas. yet he kept shouting and calling out, hoping that somebody would be able to hear him.

......

"has anybody seen spiderman?" tony asked, worry lacing his voice. the battle against the villain had ended, and everybody had regrouped; everybody but spiderman.

natasha shook her head. "last time i saw him he was inside-" she paused as her eyes found the wreckage of the building. when the tower had collapsed, nobody had stopped to think if anybody was inside, too preoccupied with the battle. "...he was in that building."

tony's heart stuttered. "oh god," he mumbled. he was moving before his brain could register what was happening. ignoring the shouts of his teammates, he flew towards the ruins. "spiderman? where are you bud?"

the comms were silent.

"spiderman..." tony repeated, voice wavering. "i swear to god if you're still in that building-" he cut himself off to stop a sob.

......

peter coughed. blood caked his face and hair, and every time he managed a breath, ash filled his lungs. everywhere he looked he saw darkness, and in that darkness were memories of the vulture; his mind was swirling with panic.

he wouldn't be able to lift the building this time.

"you're a good kid, pete," adrian stated, face grim. "i'm sorry for this, i really am."

peter let out a yelp as the vulture's mechanical wings flew towards him, and he ducked, rolling out of the way. he watched, eyes wide, as the soaring appendages sliced through the support beams like butter.

"you missed me, toomes!" he shouted on instinct, forcing himself to his feet. he couldn't comprehend why the man had aimed so poorly.

adrian grimaced. "i wasn't aiming for you," he replied. "good luck, pete, but i doubt you'll make it out of this one."

as he finished, his wings returned to him and he settled into them. he flew out of the skylight, leaving the teen confused. however, before he could swing after the perpetrator, a low groaning filled the parking garage.

"no!"

the ceiling caved in, and concrete fell onto his shoulders. he dropped to his knees as the weight crushed him. crying out in pain, he tried to get up, but every movement stung so harshly that he slipped closer and closer to the ground.

"help!" he shouted, one hand trying to push the concrete off of himself. his other came to pull his mask off; he gasped for air. "somebody! please, i'm stuck!"

tears brimmed his eyes. ash and smoke clouded his lungs, and with every breath his mind slipped a little bit further into darkness. he coughed, and he felt blood splatter onto his lips.

"you're spiderman," he mumbled to himself, eyes rolling back. he swallowed thickly and tried to adjust his body. "you got this. you're freaking spiderman."