Endure and Prevail | Peter Parker [DISCONTINUED]

nine | "thanks for saving me again, spider-man"

"F.E.A.R. has two meanings - Forget Everything And Run or Face Everything And Rise. 
The choice is yours."

The sound of noisy car horns muffled out the echoing of Peter's heart beating in his ears as he swung from building to building. The image of Rosie flashing through his mind pushed the web-slinging boy to swing faster, putting more speed and force in his swings.

The feeling of his phone vibrating in his pocket distracted him, not noticing the brick wall in front of him before it was too late.  Peter felt pain shoot through his body as he crashed against the hard wall, an aching groaning falling out of his mouth before he pulled his phone out of his pocket.  Seeing that it was Yuri calling him, Peter pressed the accept button and pressed his phone against his  clothed ear.  "Yuri?  I'm almost there!  How close are you to Ros—Rosalinda's apartment?"  He quickly corrected, almost using her nickname.

"Me and my team are already here but there are more Sixers here than we thought."  "What?!" Peter exclaimed, his eyes widening under his mask.  "How many are there?"  He could then hear gunfire in the background, worry filling him even more.  "There are about six outside the building, causing quite a stir with me and men.  Rosie also said there were a dozen in her apartment.  Sorry Spider-Man, but once you get here, you're on your own."

"Don't worry Yuri.  You and your men just handle the guys outside, I'll take care of the ones inside." Peter reassured the female detective.  He then pressed the end call button on his phone and stuffed it back in his pocket before letting out a anxious breath.  "Alright Pete, one week of being Spider-Man and you are already fighting against a murderous gang.  Great..." He said to himself, swinging on top of a building, his eyes scanning around the environment. 

His goggled eyes then landed on Rosie's apartment complex a couple blocks away, seeing the flashing police lights reflecting off the windows of the building, more gunshots being heard.  "Gotta hurry." He encourages himself, firing his webs to a nearby building and swinging towards it.

•  •  •

Rosie had a horrified look on her face as she watched the dozen or more armed masked men pace around her apartment, whispering to each other and sending glares in her direction.  She tired to fight against the restraints on her wrists that were tied behind her back, sitting on a chair she was forced down on.  "What do you guys want with me?"  Rosie blurted out, getting a couple nasty stares from some of the men.

"The boss says to use you as bait."  The only man that had a machete answered.  "Bait?  For who?"  Rosie asked, utterly confused.  "Your father."

Rosie rolled her eyes, a scoff slipping past her lips.  "What the hell did he do?" She thought, the sound of police sirens catching the girl's attention.  Rosie turned her head towards the window, seeing the flashing of police lights.  "Shit!  The police are here!"  One of the masked men shouted, lifting up the handgun in his hands, cocking it.