Spider Parker

Peter Parker // Shooter

*Mentions blood and slight gore*

*Kinda long ( roughly 1300 words )*

A scream. A scream soon followed by the bang of a gunshot is all that was heard before panic arose in our large cafeteria. The bang of a gunshot was all that was needed for Peter and I to shoot out of our seats. Too soon? Yeah, I apologize.

"Lock down. This is not a drill. I repeat, lock down," announced the intercom. More screams and gunshots followed.

People were dying. Good people. And being Peter Parker's girlfriend, I immediately knew he wouldn't obey the simple rules we had been given in case of a lock down. Hide. Stay. Don't run, don't freeze. Get covered.

I turn to face him, tears filling my eyes. Why was I crying? Peter had faced so many criminals and bullets before, he could do it again. But something in me said he couldn't. 

"Peter don't," I begged, already knowing the answer, "Please don't leave me."

"I'm sorry, Honey," he smiled, "I'll be back before you know it. And then we can have dinner and watch a movie at my house like we planned. We'll celebrate our one year anniversary just the way we dreamed about. Promise."

He wrapped his arms around me tightly, and I buried my head into his shoulder, hoping this time wouldn't be the last. He backed up only a little before pressing his lips to mine.

"I promise," he spoke before running out of the open doors. I stared at the entrance for a solid five seconds before snapping back into reality. I crawled under the table, Ned being the only other one with me.

"Okay (Y/n)," I whispered to myself, "Step it out. One, find the shooter's position."

I looked around, only finding teenagers under all of the other tables. I continued to scan the room and out the windows until the glimpse of a gun caught my eye. A breath caught in my throat, which Ned quickly followed. 

"Ned, stay low. Take this," I quietly handed him a thick tray. It was the only thing remotely close to cover. 

'Two.. avoid.. the shooter?' I thought in my head as boots slowly echoed down the nearby hall. Monotonous thumps trudged loud enough for everyone to hear. To be fair, the cafeteria was unbelievably quiet. 

"Hey man, not every kid with pumped up kicks can run faster than your gun," Peter (as Spider Man) laughed at his lame pop culture reference. It was worse than the other ones by far. I rolled my eyes with a small grin, worry still evident in my features. 

"Wh.. what?" the confused shooter asked. They were still in the hallway, but I could clearly tell that Peter had silently sighed. 

"Come on man, you've never heard Pumped Up Kicks? You need to get a life," Peter laughed and the 'thwip' of a web sounded. A few bullets rang out, making my heart stop.

'Please, Lord, let him be okay,' I prayed repeatedly. There fight sounded closer and closer until I heard someone trip onto the tile ahead of me. They were wearing black vans and jeans, clearly an amateur. The striking fear of the man's eyes meeting mine suddenly rushed through my body.

The gun clicked and aimed towards my body.

"You move and I shoot them both!" the man's shaky voice made it evident he didn't know what he was doing. Well, evident to everyone who didn't have a gun to their head. The adrenaline in me told me to run for it, but I knew I wouldn't make it out alive. 

'Peter's here. Peter can save me.' I told myself for what felt like hours. 

"Girl, get out from under the table," the man spoke and twitched the gun to show his power over me. His aim was slightly off, but I was too petrified to care. Peter tensed realizing who it was and put his gloved hands out.